Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

Wang Jian took all of this into consideration, and in the Art of War class after the training, he specifically asked,

"What's your opinion on today's training session?"

No one spoke.

Wang Jian glanced at the thorn-headed Hu Hai and said,

"Hu Hai, tell me."

Hu Hai was named, and he was always flamboyant, shaking his head like a rattle, and said,

"Sir, this training is good, very good."

Wang Jian asked with a smile,

"Then what are you talking about?"

Hearing this question, what was wrong with the question that Qin Shi Huang asked him that time?

Immediately my heart broke.

How does he know where the good is, he doesn't feel good!

This subject is too difficult, he can't!

But facing Wang Jian, he didn't dare to talk nonsense, he could only say,

"Sir, I don't know where the good is."

Wang Jian still laughed,

"That's why you don't feel good? Then you say, what's wrong?"

Hu Hai first looked at Zhao Lang and then at Gongzi Gao, but neither got any information.

gritted his teeth and said,

"Sir, what's the use of these trainings?"

"If the two armies really fight, do we use standing and walking to defeat each other?"

"With this energy, it is better to hone your martial arts and strengthen your body."

Hearing Hu Hai's words, everyone nodded involuntarily.

Even the dead teenagers looked at each other.

In fact, they have the same doubts.

It's just that they never question Zhao Lang.

Hearing this question, Zhao Lang was not surprised at all, let alone them.

Even in China after 2000, when watching the military parade, some people will ask, what is the use of walking so neatly and beautifully?

What's the use of keeping things organized so neatly?

At this time, Wang Jian laughed and said,

"I had the same doubts as you before, but now I understand."

"With little difference in equipment and physical strength, a well-disciplined army will be victorious."

"Even if the equipment is slightly behind, discipline can improve the win rate."

"On the battlefield, the power of an individual is extremely small."

Hearing this, a few people were thoughtful, but most people still disagreed.

Daqin is still martial, and if he wants a title, he can only exchange it for military merit.

A strong general, he will be welcomed wherever he goes.

Wang Jian saw it in his eyes, but he didn't emphasize it, but said,

"I know you have doubts about waiting, it's okay, how about you and the teenagers in this village after seven days?"

Immediately, everyone's eyes lit up.

They are all young and lively.

Instead of boring training, it's better to play this kind of war game.

Which boy hasn't played the game of riding a horse and fighting when he was a child?

So they responded.

As for these youths on Zhuangzi, they didn't take it too seriously.

There are more or less such teenagers in their homes.

The method of raising a shi is a tradition of a big family, and it existed during the Xia and Shang days.

The young man in this village is just walking neatly.

How can you compare with them?

Only Young Master Gao is still pondering what Wang Jian said first, why does he have such doubts?

Could it be that this training method was not created by Wang Jian?

that would be...

Young Master Gao suddenly looked at Zhao Lang who was not far away.

It just so happened that Zhao Lang also looked over, and the two looked at each other.

Zhao Lang gave the other party a big smile.

Soon, the afternoon training session was over, and everyone could move freely.

Everyone did not leave, but gathered together.

It was obvious that Young Master Lang was the leader and wanted to discuss the competition in the next seven days.

In order to avoid suspicion, Zhao Lang left with someone.

He is also more busy with things.