The video takes us to ancient times; Li Er transforms into the Tongtian Emperor of Shu Han.

"Your Majesty, what do you think of our methods of training troops?"

The day after Xiang Yu left, Zhang Liang took him to the training ground.

Watching the soldiers mechanically thrusting their weapons, each one wielding a different weapon, was quite a sight.

Many people were even carrying machetes!

This is fucking...

There's a comment Xiang Yu made that I'm not sure if I should say.

"To be honest, I think it would be too kind of you to describe you as a rabble."

Xiang Yu also did not want to hurt Zhang Liang.

These people, however, really don't look like they have any fighting ability!

The reason why such a large territory could be seized so swiftly was largely due to the speed of the action, which caught the imperial court off guard.

No wonder the Yellow Turban Rebellion was merely the beginning of chaos in the Han Dynasty, rather than the end of the Han Dynasty!

One reason was that Zhang Jiao died too young, and another was that these people were really too amateurish from the perspective of rebellion.

The titles of the Three Dukes and Generals sound impressive, but after seeing their training methods, Xiang Yu suddenly felt that their defeat was justified.

These three people were all pure Taoists, and they only understood six of the seven orifices of military strategy.

"How dare the Overlord belittle my Yellow Turban Army like this?"

"Then may I ask, if they were in the hands of the Overlord, how would you train them?"

Zhang Liang feigned dissatisfaction.

"Of course I will..."

Xiang Yu was about to answer offhand, but he reacted at the crucial moment.

"Zhang Jiao sent you to trick me into revealing information?"

"Could it be that the Great Teacher has forgotten the three rules he made with me?"

"Hehe, you jest, Overlord. This has nothing to do with you, brother. I just brought you here on a whim to see how my Yellow Turban Army trains."

Zhang Liang scratched his head, looking slightly embarrassed.

Do you even believe what you're saying?

Although Xiang Yu can be stubborn at times, anyone who isn't a fool can see through Zhang Liang's stiff acting.

He just stared into Zhang Liang's eyes.

After a moment, Zhang Liang lowered his head.

“My brother said that if we want to change the immortal’s prophecy, we must seize every opportunity, but he didn’t tell me to come to you. I came on my own initiative.”

Acting on your own initiative?

Ah.

Xiang Yu suddenly felt a pang of envy.

I envy the bond between those brothers.

He's far better than that shameless and treacherous Liu brother!

Just as Zhang Liang was feeling ashamed under Xiang Yu's gaze and was about to take his leave, he suddenly heard Xiang Yu's voice.

"For you, the quality of soldiers should be valued more than their quantity."

"You do not have enough weapons and armor, nor do you have enough horses."

"Most of these people will only make futile sacrifices when they set foot on the real battlefield."

“Before this, attacking the county government and seizing grain did not count as war. If this gives you the illusion that you can fight, you will suffer a great loss in the future.”

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Zhang Liang quickly took out paper and pen and wrote down Xiang Yu's words.

Seeing that he had almost remembered everything, Xiang Yu then spoke.

"If it is only to deal with the imperial army that is suppressing the rebellion, I would say that eight thousand elite troops are enough."

Eight thousand!?

This is probably not even enough to fill the gaps in the imperial court's teeth, is it?

Zhang Liang blinked, not daring to question it, and could only obediently write down the number.

"You think I'm talking nonsense?"

"The more elite soldiers the better, but you can't afford to exceed this number."

Xiang Yu sighed helplessly.

These three brothers really didn't understand the concept of elite soldiers at all.

"These eight thousand elite soldiers must be fed the best food possible, three meals a day, with at least one meal including meat, and refined salt is also essential..."

"Wait, wait?"

The more Zhang Liang wrote down, the more he felt something was wrong.

Is this still a soldier?

His brother doesn't even eat this well!

"But not everyone is entitled to these privileges; only the most elite soldiers are entitled to the best treatment."

"During daytime training, one should wear full armor, wield a bow with a weight of five stones, and each person should carry three days' worth of rations. The basic requirement is to be able to travel thirty li in a day."

"what?"

Zhang Liang felt like he was listening to a mythological story. Was this some kind of military training exercise?

They must be training heavenly soldiers and generals!

"Don't be fooled by the fact that your Yellow Turban territory is quite large. In my estimation, given your resources, you can only support a maximum of eight thousand elite troops. You can't afford to support any more than that."

"And if these eight thousand men were led by a competent commander, they would be able to defeat eighty thousand!"

Such arduous training would be too much for most people to endure without sufficient willpower.

But coincidentally, what Zhang Jiao's fanatic followers in the Yellow Turban Army had in abundance was perseverance!

"You must understand that everything in this world is fair; you can't gain without giving up something."

"No matter how many rabble there are, they will still be nothing but a disorganized mob. That's all I have to say. Whether you do it or not is up to you."

……

"Huh? What is Xiang Ji trying to do?"

Liu Bang was somewhat bewildered.

This training method sounds so familiar, doesn't it?

"Your Majesty, this is how the Wei Wuzu were trained in the past."

Xiao He reminded him.

The Wei Wu soldiers, who have never been defeated on the main battlefield!

Liu Bang remembered, but this only made it more incomprehensible to him.

Zhang Jiao clearly did not agree to lend him troops; Xiang Yu was only staying there for a short period of time.

By helping them like this, aren't you afraid that the Yellow Turbans might actually rise up?

"Emperor Gaozu of Han, have you forgotten the instructions for this challenge?"

"Overthrow this absurd dynasty and end this era of misery!"

"It doesn't say that Xiang Ji had to do it personally. If Zhang Jiao led the Yellow Turban Army to do it, it should also be considered as completing the mission!"

Li Er was the first to react.

The rules for this challenge are not too rigid.

Even if Xiang Yu did nothing and simply waited for the three families to be unified under the Jin dynasty, he would have likely accomplished his mission.

However, as a normal person, his lifespan should not have allowed him to live to that time.

"No, that's not how it works. Xiang Ji wouldn't have thought of that much!"

"Damn it, I understand what Xiang Yu is trying to do!"

"Once he trains these eight thousand elite soldiers, this challenge will be far too easy for him!"

Seeing Xiang Yu succeed in his challenges one after another was even more painful than seeing him fail!

"Emperor Gaozu of Han, you're overthinking it."

Old Zhu was somewhat puzzled.

"Don't forget, the future will be an era of many heroes rising up. These eight thousand men may not be able to make much of a splash in Zhang Jiao's hands."

"It won't work in Zhang Jiao's hands, but what if it were in Xiang Ji's hands?"

"If he had those eight thousand elite troops, he'd dare to attack Luoyang directly!"

Liu Bang looked up at the sky and sighed.

He finally understood.

Xiang Yu wasn't giving Zhang Jiao advice at all; he was clearly preparing his own bargaining chips for conquering the world!

"Xiang Ji..."

Upon hearing Liu Bang's words, everyone suddenly realized what was going on.

If the eight thousand elite soldiers were in Zhang Jiao's hands, it would be a waste of their potential, and nothing would change much.

But what if Xiang Yu were to lead the army instead?

There are only eight characters.

If someone stands in the way of a person, he will kill someone; if someone stands in the way of a Buddha, he will kill the Buddha!

The idea of ​​8,000 fighting against 80,000 might not be an exaggeration, but rather a realistic depiction!

"If he can truly refrain from taking those eight thousand elite soldiers, then you shall take his surname!"