"Who is it?"
"He made an exception to promote himself for no reason. Could it really be that day in the arena?”
"No, it's definitely not that simple.”
Mo sat by the bonfire outside the tent and raised his head to look at the starry sky. He had a feeling that this matter was not that simple.
"I was wondering why I didn't see Master Fu.”
Fatty was dragged out of the tent with a sleepy face. After which, he came to Mo's side and sat down with a mischievous smile. Huan didn't sleep either and followed Fatty to sit beside Mo.
Although Mo did not have a title of nobility at the moment, his position was indeed that of a captain.
After returning in the afternoon, even if Mo did not request it, whether it was Fatty Ye, Pi, or the cavalry soldiers, they all changed their address to Mo as Captain.
"I'm wondering who helped me!"
Mo glanced at Fatty Ye and the other two. Then, he lowered his head and continued to engrave on the bamboo slip.
However, as he thought of something, Mo stared at Fatty Ye and Gui.
"The two of you can't be careless about literacy.”
Things were different now. In the past, it was possible to be illiterate. That would be a big problem.
Hearing this, the fat man's smiling face immediately pulled down.
Even the young, square-shaped face was filled with a helpless smile.
Learning to read was much more difficult than fighting.
"Fifty words a day from now on, not one less.”
Mo said.
"Deal."
"Deal."
Fatty Ye and Huan both smiled bitterly.
"Actually, Captain, you don't have to care too much about who helped you, because this matter only has advantages and no disadvantages.”
In front of the bonfire, Pi looked at Mo.
In his eyes, since the other party had given him 500 cavalrymen, and they were elites selected from 80,000 new recruits.
This was a good thing.
Since the other party was not in a hurry to appear, there was no need to worry too much.
"What…Looking at me like that, did I say something wrong?”
After he finished speaking, Mo and Fatty Ye stared at him, making him feel a little uncomfortable. He didn't know what he had said wrong.
"Who says there are no cons?"
Fatty Ye was speechless.
Looking at the innocent Huan, Fatty Ye revealed a smile, but his gaze made people feel a little gloomy.
"Five hundred elites. This was like putting a person on a stove. Either you become famous, or "
Fatty Ye didn't finish his sentence.
After calming down, Fatty Ye thought about it carefully. He finally felt that something was wrong.
If the other party really admired Mo, it would make sense to promote him.
However, if the other party was deliberately targeting Mo, then this promotion would be like an axe that could take Mo's life at any time.
If the five hundred elite cavalry could not play their role on the battlefield one day…
Then Mo's reputation would be ruined, and he might even be caught by this person who 'promoted' him. He might not even be able to keep his life.
.....
However…
Logically speaking, if the other party really wanted to make a move on Mo, there was no need to go through so much trouble.
However, the most important thing was why the other party didn't step forward directly or let them know who was promoting him.
It was this unknown.
It made people feel uneasy.
"What are you afraid of? When we go to the battlefield, we'll just kill the enemy and make them fall.”
Huan didn't notice the deeper worry in Fatty Ye and Mo. He said casually.
Wasn't it just a test? This was nothing.
“......”
Mo and Fatty Ye looked at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Captain, how do you plan to train this cavalry? Basically, no one had ever touched a horse.”
The fat man remembered the most important thing, and his fat face was slightly worried.
Don't look at his good family background.
However, he had only ridden a horse before, and it was an ordinary horse. He could teach people how to ride a horse, but he knew nothing about tactics.
"Watch one movie at a time. Teach me how to ride a horse first."
It would have been better if Fatty hadn't said anything, but once he did, his head hurt. Today, he even found time to go to the other barracks to see how the old cavalrymen trained. But in the end, he could not figure out why.
"Sleep, sleep."
Mo said after putting away the bamboo slips.
As for Fatty Ye and Huan, they could only nod their heads. Just as Mo had said, they could only take one step at a time.
.......
At night.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
......
Mo, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly dreamed that he had led five hundred cavalrymen and appeared on a plain.
Opposite him, there were a thousand cavalrymen on his left. In the middle was a 1,000 infantry formation, and on the right was a 1,000 cavalry.
He led his 500 cavalrymen and charged forward again and again. The result was that they were wiped out again and again. Even he seemed to be dying and resurrecting repeatedly.
Every time Mo died in the dream, the sweat on his forehead would increase.
"What kind of formation is that?"
After dying so many times, Mo was in despair. No matter how he ordered his soldiers to imitate the enemy's tent, if he wanted to fight head-on, the enemy would change into another square formation to defeat him.
......
"Captain, Captain. What's wrong with you?"
"Captain, wake up!"
..
When Mo opened his eyes and woke up from his dream, he saw Fatty Ye's dark eyes looking at him with worry. Then, there was the worried expression on his square face.
Mo panted heavily as he gulped. He felt as if he had no strength left in his body. He felt his body was sticky from sweat.
"Captain, are you alright?"
Fatty Ye and Pi carefully helped Mo up.
They looked worriedly at Mo Yi's sweaty face, and even his clothes were wet. He was like a patient who was beyond cure.
"No, I just had a nightmare."
Mo naturally did not say anything about his dream realm. At this moment, he was sitting on the wooden bed and had yet to recover.
Hearing this, Fatty Ye and Huan both heaved a sigh of relief.
" Nightmare? That's fine. Dreams are the opposite. Maybe."
A smile appeared on Fatty Ye's toot face. However, Mo did not listen to a single word he said.
At this moment, a sentence kept repeating in Mo's mind.
"Dreams are the opposite."
"Dreams are the opposite."
....
"Dreams are the opposite."
Mo Di muttered, his eyes gradually becoming clear.
He understood.
He finally understood.
"Hahahaha. Understood!"
Mo suddenly revealed a smile, giving Fatty Ye and Pi a fright.
The two of them looked at Mo with dumbfounded expressions.
Understand?
What did he understand?
Why couldn't they understand?
Before Fatty Ye and Gui could react, Mo stood up as if nothing had happened.
"Prepare for today's training. Have all the cavalry gather."
...
Mo said as he looked at Fatty Ye and Gui.
He finally understood that he had been misled last night. In the past, the virtual scenes that occasionally appeared in his mind were all for personal training. But last night was a group battle.
He had been thinking about how to win. However, he didn't pay attention to the places that he should pay attention to, or the places that he really needed to learn.
Originally, in his eyes. He wanted to imitate the enemy's military formation and learn how to use it.
But now, he understood.
What he needed to learn wasn't just the enemy's army formation, but also the weaknesses of each army formation, or the methods to restrain them.
On the battlefield, tactics were ever-changing, and every general had a tactic they were familiar with. If they used the same military formation to deal with it, sooner or later, they would end up like the dream realm.
However, if one was familiar with each tactic and learned the methods to restrain different military formations. This was true invincibility.
"Fatty Ye, you've done me a great favor.”
Looking at the back view of Fatty and Gui leaving, Mo's face was full of smiles.
At this moment, not only did he gain the Dao of Military Formation. He also began to reflect on the times when he had learned it. Back then, sword techniques were also ever-changing, but he had only learned the surface.
Therefore, Fatty Ye's words this time made him completely wake up.
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