Chapter Thirty-two: Comparing Baton Commands

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  Cheng Yaojin rubbed his hands together and laughed, stepping aside for a moment.

  Everyone laughed, Cheng Yaojin was a troublemaker, no, couldn't say he was a troublemaker. They spent their days together, calling him a troublemaker, then wouldn't they be the ones who were worthless?

  "Li Ai Qing, how should we deploy?" Li Er had great faith in Li Jing's abilities. As long as they were well-prepared, there was no war that this Great Tang military god could not win.

  Li Jing pointed to the sand table, but the sand table was too big and it wasn't easy to point to the exact location. Li Ye Huan's eyes were quick and his hands were fast, he took out a roughly one-meter-long commander's baton made of thin bamboo from under the sand table desk with both hands presented upwards.

  Li Jing was taken aback for a moment, then looked at his sensible and filial grandson with affection, nodding and saying: "Yes, good! Ye Xuan is sensible!"

  Li Ji held a baton and stood among a group of people, looking very proud and arrogant, like a husband, pointing and gesturing at the sandbox, looking down on other students.

  Li Er, Cheng Yaojin, Fang Xuanling and others looked at each other with envy, turning to their own useless children, wondering why they didn't have the same talent as Li's son.

  Cheng Yaojin was even more direct, kicking Cheng Chumo twice. The old man had nothing in his hands and lost face.

  Cheng Chu Mo was secretly rubbing his sore butt, which had been kicked by the bandit leader, when he inadvertently saw a bamboo forest at the door. His eyes lit up instantly, and with several tiger-like steps, he exited the room, pulled out a thick bamboo stick as big as a thumb, took out a sharp small dagger from inside his boot, and swiftly shaved off the branches on top. He chose a smoother part, cut a bamboo pole over a meter long, which was slightly longer and thicker than Li Jing's, nodded and bowed to hand it over to Cheng Yaojin.

  "Dad, this is what your child has prepared for you." Cheng Chu Mo presented it with both hands.

  Cheng Yaojin's face lit up with a smile and he patted Cheng Chumo's shoulder, saying: "You're indeed my good son!"

  Cheng Yaojin held a longer and thicker version of the baton in his hand, walked to Li Jing's front, drew with the baton, instantly making everyone despise three points, but also a little envious.

  Lian Cheng had already bitten the gold, and the crowd without a baton in their hands kept looking at their own children, like a powerful searchlight, scanning back and forth, wondering what they were thinking, it was obvious to everyone.

  Li Chengqian, Li Ke crawled down the window and ran to pull out a bamboo stick; Du He, Fang Yiai, Changsun Erlang, Wei Bao Lin and others were not willing to fall behind, they hurriedly went to pull thin bamboo sticks. Those with daggers on their bodies quickly made command batons; those without daggers waited for others to finish using them before borrowing them.

  Everyone knows that their own old man has a heart of comparison, so the chosen bamboo is thicker than one root, and the made baton is longer than one.

  When each of you big brothers gets a baton, they are all different in length, thickness and thinness.

  Chang Sun felt a heartache, this courtyard had given people a very elegant and refined feeling because of the bamboo, but now it was being desecrated by these beasts, he couldn't stop them, all he could do was feel dry and heartbroken.

  When Zhang Sun Chong saw the baton in Li Er's hand, his facial muscles twitched involuntarily a few times. The child's arm was thick and thin, that thing was not a baton at all, but a super dog-beating stick.

  But Li Er held the longest and thickest baton on the field, looking very pleased with himself, saying: "Not bad, with this thing, explaining tactics is indeed much more convenient."

  The emperor has spoken, others naturally will not contradict the emperor, a group of country bumpkins, each holding a dog-beating stick, pointing at the mountains and rivers, waving their arms wildly!

  "I also think so. In fact, I have a plan in mind. With an army of 100,000 men, divided into six routes, we can definitely destroy the Turkic stronghold." Li Jing pointed to the location of the Turks on the sand table.

  Li Er wasn't an emperor who didn't understand military affairs. Upon hearing Li Jing's six-route grand army, he had a plan in mind. However, after thinking it over, he felt that five routes would be enough; how could there possibly be six?

  Changsun Chong's eyes lit up, and indeed the old ginger was spicy. Young ginger Li Ye said that the five main armies would be deployed, and old ginger Li Jing plugged the last gap. In Changsun Chong's view, there was a slight weakness, which was the location of Youzhou. If it wasn't heavily guarded, the Turks could take advantage of the emptiness and launch a surprise attack, directly attacking the Central Plains! Even if the five main armies defeated the Turks, being killed at their own doorstep would not be considered a victory overall.

  As the God of War, I will not regret wasting any troops. An extra road to the army must have a great origin. When my eyes fell on Youzhou, they lit up and suddenly enlightened.

  Li Er smiled and nodded repeatedly. The 100,000-strong army was a bit small. To ensure absolute safety, it would be better to add another 30,000 troops to secure a sure victory.

  A few old guys stood around the sandbox, pointing and whispering to each other. These young people were originally called here to learn, but all they saw was a few big buttocks - what could they learn from that?

  Inside the house, except for Zhangsun Chong and Li Yifu, who could understand the meaning, a few big points, perhaps knowing some, with Li Chengqian as the representative of the little kids, they simply didn't understand, looking at Zhangsun Chong in confusion.

  "Big brother, which six roads are you talking about?" Li Chengqian asked in a low voice.

  Since those big brothers' voices were so small, it's estimated that they didn't want to mention it in advance. Rubbing Li Chengqian's head, he said softly: "Big brother doesn't know either, it's your father and the uncles' business, we can't help for now. What you can do now is to study well, practice martial arts well, and farm well."

  Cheng Chu Mo stared at the sandbox in front of him with envy, then walked up to Zhang Sun Chong and said: "Brother Chong, aren't you envious?"

  Chang Sun Chong hadn't even settled the score with this guy yet, and already the bamboo in the courtyard had been led astray by him. With a scowl, he shot him a glance and said: "What are you coveting? Coveting the battlefield?"

  "Yes, since ancient times, a man with ambition should go to the battlefield to kill enemies, wrap his body in horse hide, and protect his family and country..." Cheng Chumo had also followed her father Cheng Yaojin to the battlefield several times before, but only did cleanup work and never had the chance to engage in real combat.

  "You're not even skilled, what enemy are you going to kill, what corpse are you going to wrap up?!" Zhangsun Chong slapped open Cheng Chumo's large face, which was full of thick beard due to excessive male hormones. When Zhangsun Chong first saw Cheng Chumo, he thought he was under thirty, or even twenty-five, but who knew that from Zhangsun Er Lang, this guy was only seventeen, and at the time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder, this guy really grew up in a hurry, it could also be said that all the sons of the Cheng family grew up in a hurry.

  This genetic gene is really admirable, whoever has a strong gene, the child will look like who, their grandson's father is in an absolutely dominant position, so they have more than a dozen fat boys and girls at home; Li Er is a very strong person, most of his children look like him; another good example is Cheng's family, five sons are all young versions of Cheng Yaoguang.

  Cheng Chu was very wronged, he was not only kicked by his father today, but also slapped by Zhang Sun, losing both face and dignity. He said with great grievance: "I'm working hard every day now, you can't despise me like this!"

  "When you meet the requirements, I will look up to you and never despise you again." Zhangsun Chong himself didn't practice successfully, but his vision was high, and Cheng Chumo's moves were still very low.

  Cheng Chu was deeply hurt, despised and humiliated, squatting down, holding his fingers unconscious on the ground drawing circles.

  Li Ye Huan is not a good thing, raised an eyebrow and asked in a low voice: "Chong Xian Di, when do you think our Great Tang will take military action against the Turks?"

  Chang Sun Chong hugged Si Lang with one arm and said in a low voice, "Anyway, it's not going to work out this year. After resting and recuperating next year, I estimate that we will launch a major attack the following year, so you all need to work hard on your martial arts training. Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime."

  "Brother Li's insight is impressive!" Li Ye said with a bow, his father spent all day chanting scriptures in the small Buddhist hall at home, his grandfather was old and his younger brother was still young, so the heavy responsibility of supporting the Li family fell on his shoulders, therefore he had to work harder than others, so this time according to the new military training method, he was extremely diligent.

  Cheng Chu Mo saw Chang Sun Chong and Li Ye chatting very congenially, his ears perked up high as he eavesdropped, wanting to join in, but seeing the chaotic bamboo forest outside that had been ravaged, he could only squat where he was, being extremely honest.