General Qin

Outside the city of Huaiyin, the black flag was flying, and the camps were contiguous.

This Qin army trekked all the way from Yuedi to Huaiyin. Although the soldiers were eager to return home, after a long march, they were exhausted and hard to continue marching.

Therefore, the main general Zhao Tuo ordered to set up a camp outside Huaiyin City, let the soldiers rest and bathe for three days, and at the same time supply food and fodder through the Qin Army boat division on the Huai River.

Although it was said to be resting and bathing, Zhao Tuo did not sit idle in the barracks, but sent people to look for the "wild sage".

"Is there really Han Xin?"

Zhao Tuo put down the bamboo slips in his hand that recorded military information, and looked up at Li Shang.

Under the city of Huaiyin, a meal is worth a thousand dollars.

The humiliation of the crotch has been passed down through the ages.

Now that Zhao Tuo came to Huaiyin, he would naturally think of the peerless soldier immortal who is famous through the ages.

The last time Zhao Tuo came to Huaiyin, because he was at an important stage of the battle between Qin and Chu, he had to lead his army to fight fiercely against the main Chu army of Xiong Qi and Xiang Yan, so he didn't have the energy to focus on other things. After the war was over, he immediately led his troops south to chase the traitor Xiong Qi under the order of the King of Qin, and he couldn't spare any time.

Now that the battle is finally over, if you don't take the opportunity to find Han Xin on the return journey, it will be in vain.

"General, the name of Han Xin's father is Han Jia. He was a survivor of the former Korean family. When Korea fell, he moved to Huaiyin. The person the general asked for Han Xin was Han Jia's son. According to the general's investigation, he is just eight years old this year. .”

Li Shang bowed his hand and reported the news to the general that they had only found out after a day of inquiring.

At the same time, Li Shang was very curious. He didn't know why the general was interested in an eight-year-old child?

And looking at the general's appearance, he already knew his name, so he asked himself to inquire about it.

"Eight years old."

Zhao Tuo rubbed his temples.

Putting this age into later generations, would it be a pupil who has just entered the third grade?

And this era uses imaginary age to calculate age, if it is really calculated according to the full age of later generations, at most the second grade.

Han Xin at the elementary school level.

Zhao Tuo's fluctuating mood when he heard the name "Han Xin" calmed down most of it in an instant.

But it's normal to think about it. Now Qin has not yet unified the world, and this time is a bit too early.

Among the several influential figures in the late Qin Dynasty in history, except Liu Bang, who was only three years younger than Qin Shihuang and already an adult.

Both Xiang Yu and Han Xin were just little kids, the kind that Zhao Tuo could knock down with a single punch.

"Han Xin is a descendant of Han, and moved to Huaiyin with his father, which makes sense."

Zhao Tuo's heart moved slightly.

In the history books of later generations, the records of Han Xin's life experience are unclear. No one knows Han Xin's background, let alone the situation of Han Xin's parents' clan. Probably because he was exterminated by Queen Lu, and the materials recording Han Xin's life experience and relatives and families were also destroyed.

Even when Sima Qian wrote a biography for Han Xin, he seemed very helpless, so he could only go to the folks in Huaiyin to search for rumors and stories about Han Xin among the local population.

However, some clues can be seen from these stories and anecdotes.

Han Xin was tall and tall, but he didn't do any work. He wandered around with his sword all day long, sent food from others, and put on airs when he couldn't afford it.

The drifting mother gave him food, and this man was obviously poor, and he had no next meal after the last meal, and he could still say "there will be a retribution". With such a posture, he vividly looks like a child of a down-and-out aristocrat.

And what Piaomu said, "I mourn for the king and grandson and eat", the so-called meaning of the king and grandson is exactly the meaning of the prince and grandson. Qin destroyed the six kingdoms, princes and grandsons of various countries fell to the bottom of the people, and they were still honored as "kings and grandsons, sons". The Piaomu may have heard about Han Xin's life experience, so she called him a prince and grandson.

Coupled with the fact that Han Xin is familiar with military books and has great ambitions, under a series of combinations, his background is absolutely impossible to be an ordinary civilian.

If it is said that Han Xin was a Korean aristocrat who moved to Huaiyin to avoid the war when South Korea perished, it would be quite consistent.

"You're only eight years old, and your parents are still there, so it's not easy to win people's love."

Zhao Tuo shook his head. If Han Xin was in his teens, he could take him away and train him as a servant.

But it's a pity that the other party is just an eight-year-old kid now. For Zhao Tuo, who is about to embark on the battlefield at any time, it is completely inappropriate to bring an eight-year-old child by his side.

Even if the danger on the battlefield is not considered, it is just the long-distance trek of hundreds of thousands of miles, various acclimatization, headaches and other diseases during the Southern and Northern Wars. In this era when medicine is still ignorant, it is enough to kill an eight-year-old child.

It would be even worse if it were left in Xianyang. What if it gets out of the environment and becomes useless?

So Zhao Tuo gave up his desire to take Han Xin away, but since he came here, it would be a pity not to meet him.

"If I don't take him away now, it doesn't mean I can't make him mine."

Zhao Tuo squinted his eyes and tapped the bamboo slips and documents on the wooden case with his fingers.

...

In a forest about a kilometer away from the barracks.

Han Xin quickly climbed up a big tree, stretched his head again, and looked at the Qin army camp in the distance.

The black Qin flag fluttered in the wind.

Although his father often told him that South Korea, where their ancestral temple was located, was destroyed by this group of Qin troops wearing black armor and holding black flags, he must stay away and be careful.

But Han Xin always sneaked to the nearby Qinying to watch again and again when his father was not paying attention.

It's not that he likes Qin army, but he has admiration for the leader of this Qin army.

Fight to the death, besieged on all sides, destroy the country and capture the king, and become famous all over the world!

The various honors on that man are full of endless attraction for a child who loves military books and yearns for heroes and famous generals.

"General Zhao should be returning to Qin."

Han Xin had a bit of reluctance on his face. Although he had never met General Zhao, as long as he could sneak a look around the barracks, he would be satisfied.

Of course, the reason why he came here to wait and see was besides wanting to see the legendary General Zhao with his own eyes. In fact, I also want to see how General Zhao trains his soldiers. He can feel his blood boil just by hearing the sound of war drums from the barracks.

It's a pity that the Qin army's garrison in the past few days was mainly for the soldiers in Xiumu, and there was not much practice, and Han Xin was too far away, so he couldn't see much.

Han Xin looked around for a while, and remembered that his father was going home soon, so he jumped off the tree and prepared to slip back.

But as soon as he jumped to the ground, Han Xin yelled "Yeah", and was startled by a young man in brocade clothes standing under a tree.

"Who are you?"

Han Xin asked with his eyes wide open, feeling his heart pounding.

This is to be scared.

"Han Xin, what are you doing here?"

The young man in brocade clothes didn't answer, but asked back with a smile.

Han Xin blinked, and saw that the other party was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a handsome appearance. Only then did he calm down from the shock just now.

After all, the person in front of me is good-looking and elegant in speech.

If it was a man with a thick face and a stern face asking here, he would have turned around and ran away.

"I...I want to see General Zhao, who are you, how do you know that I am Han Xin?"

When Han Xin mentioned the name of General Zhao, he calmed down and asked the other party's identity.

"General Zhao?"

The young man in brocade clothes asked interestingly, "Is that General Zhao Tuo who fought his last battle?"

Hearing the other party mention the glorious deeds of the object of his admiration, Han Xin at the moment is after all a child at heart, and he didn't care about asking the other party's identity, and immediately became proud.

"It was General Zhao who fought with his back to the wall, and he was also the one who defeated the King of Chu with besieged songs at the water's edge. Do you know? I was on a nearby cliff at the time and saw it with my own eyes! Run away, General Zhao is really too powerful, let the opponent lose without a single soldier, this is a soldier who surrenders without fighting!"

When Han Xin talked about General Zhao, he couldn't stop talking, and he told the story of the last stand he had heard, showing off like the young man in brocade clothes in front of him.

The brocade-clothed boy listened quietly, nodding in agreement from time to time.

The smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.

After a while, Han Xin finally finished the story he had heard, and said with his head held high: "You said that General Zhao is not powerful, but I think he is the most powerful general in the world."

"Yes, you are right."

The young man in brocade clothes nodded with a smile, and asked suddenly: "I just heard you say 'to defeat the enemy without fighting'. "

"The art of war says that the formation should be on the right side of the mountain, and on the left side of the water lake. However, General Zhao has backed the water to form an array, which is against the law of war. How could he defeat the enemy army instead?"

Hearing this, Han Xin blinked and wrinkled his nose to remember.

The young man in brocade clothes didn't urge him at all, he just stood there, watching the eight-year-old little Han Xin thinking hard.

Soon, Han Xin seemed to have figured it out. He raised his head and shouted: "This is not against the law of war! Everyone says that General Zhao is going against the law of war when he fights his back, but it is not. "Destroy the land and save it later", this is what General Zhao used."

As soon as Han Xin figured it out, he immediately showed complacency.

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the young man in brocade clothes, and he thought to himself that the other party was really talented.

He said with a smile: "A fight to the death is indeed a way to survive, and it is also in line with the principles of the art of war. But if you want to win more with less, this article alone is not safe enough."

"In the old days, in addition to fighting with his back, General Zhao still had strange soldiers lying in ambush. When the Chu army was exhausted, they attacked the rear and charged into the formation to capture the flag. Only then could they defeat the enemy. At the same time, he had the tendency to wait for work at leisure, provoking the enemy general with strange tricks along the way. Let it be under the anger, regardless of..."

Following the narration of the young man in brocade clothes, Han Xin was stunned and his eyes widened.

The impact of the last stand is too great, and it has been spread around for a long time, but most people only know that General Zhao was standing by the water, and then he defeated the larger Chu army with a single counterattack. As for the more information, no one talked about it , and no one knows.

Now that Han Xin heard the narration of the young man in Jinyi, he felt that a new world had opened up in front of him.

It turns out that fighting to the death is not that simple. Before this battle, General Zhao still had so many preparations.

When the young man in brocade clothes finished speaking and the voice stopped, Han Xin was still deeply immersed in it, his eyes were bright, he clenched his fists, and shouted: "General Zhao is really good at using troops, I really want to teach General Zhao as a teacher! "

Hearing this, the young man in brocade clothes smiled even wider.

He had already prepared several silk books and said with a smile: "I think you are talented and intelligent, and you will be famous in the future. Now I will give you a few volumes of military books. You should study them carefully."

Han Xin was stunned, and involuntarily stretched out his small hand to take over the neat stack of silk books, and opened one of them. On it was the Korean script written by someone, which was also the script his father had taught him.

Han Xin murmured: "Sun Tzu said: Between heaven and earth, nothing is more precious than people. War is not simple. The right time, the right place, and the harmony of people, the three cannot be achieved. Even if you win, you will suffer..."

"This... isn't this Grandson Wu?"

Han Xin's face was full of astonishment. He had read the original text of Wu Sunzi from the military book carried by his father, and it was different from this one.

The young man in brocade clothes smiled slightly, and said: "This is Qi's grandson, and it is treasured by Qi people. It must be obtained by someone who is destined. I also have a gift from a noble person, so I can get it."

"I have been fighting for several years, and I have quite a lot of experience. I have written it down. You can see it. If you learn something in the future, you can come to Qin to find me."

As he spoke, the young man in brocade clothes reached out and touched Han Xin's head, then turned and left.

Han Xin stared blankly at his back, his eight-year-old brain was no longer enough.

However, Han Xin quickly realized that this young man in brocade clothes not only knew the inside story of General Zhao's back-to-back battle, but also gave him the incomparably precious "Grandson of Qi" to study, and even said that he had fought in the battlefield for several years. Added up, Han Xin became more excited and curious.

"who are you!"

Han Xin cried out excitedly.

In the distance, the young man in brocade clothes heard a call from Han Xin behind him.

He looked back at the Prime Minister with a big smile on his face.

"Zhao Tuo."

Han Xin's life experience adopts Li Kaiyuan's viewpoint in "The Fall of Chu: From Xiang Yu to Han Xin".

Although Han Xin's life experience is unknown, judging from his various performances and experiences, it is absolutely impossible for him to be a commoner for generations, and the probability of falling into the nobility is very high.