Chapter 1671: Expertise in One's Field

han walked towards them, drawing everyone's attention.With a sweep of his gaze, Zhao Heshan came to the front of Zhao Xuanji and Li Yinhǔ, bowing and saying: "My humble self, Zhao Heshan, greets King...Chapter 1671: Specialization

The middle-aged scholar sighed in admiration, saying, "This method could actually be used in many places. To be frank, not only I, but even the prince himself praised the Crown Prince as a once-in-a-century prodigy."

"From that kind of soap to sweet potatoes, from political reform to this so-called national debt, all these things have one thing in common, haven't you noticed, Mr. Zhang"

Zhang Bwu said in a low voice, "At first glance, they seem unremarkable. But after some time has passed and they have fermented, you will be able to feel their power. They are all strategies designed to strengthen one's foundation."

The middle-aged scholar smiled and clapped his hands, saying, “Zhang sir, you are truly insightful.”

Zhang Biwu smiled wryly and shook his head, saying: "You don't have to flatter me anymore. I am just a pawn in the political struggle, and now I'm even a stray dog. Where did I get so much ability"

The middle-aged scholar shook his head and said, "Sir Zhang, you should not underestimate yourself. The prince said that having Sir Zhang is like having an army of one hundred thousand."

Though Zhang Biwu knew this statement was likely exaggerated, his spirits still lifted slightly.

"As for the future, Lord Wang, do you have any advice" Zhang Biwu asked.

The middle-aged scholar shook his head and said, "There is none."

"In fact, my intentions and the prince's are the same. A single spark is all it takes. Once ignited, its course is its own. How it burns, how long it burns, where it burns to, even the one who starts the fire cannot interfere."

Zhang Biwu mused, "In the face of a raging fire, the only one who could be nearby would be a firefighter."

The middle-aged scholar chuckled lightly, rose to his feet, and said, "Zhang sir, I should be going now."

"Farewell for today, reunion tomorrow." Zhang Biwu bowed his hand in farewell.

"Please, sir, wait a moment."

The middle-aged scholar gave a slight bow, turned and left, his figure gradually fading into the distance.

Gazing at the departing figure of the middle-aged scholar, Zhang Bimu pondered for a moment. He lowered his head to look at the chessboard, and in the time he had been lost in thought, fresh snow had fallen, blanketing the board with a thin layer of white.

Zhang Biwu suddenly felt poetic and said aloud, "I was surprised to find the bed cold and the window bright. Knowing it was late at night and snowing heavily, I could hear the sound of bamboo being broken."

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The snow on Yanshan Mountain is like a grand feast, fluttering down from Xuanyuan Terrace. I wish to borrow three thousand heavenly soldiers, To sweep across the vast world and restore a bright sky.

Li Chen put down the last stroke of his brush, picked up the long scroll in his hand, and turned to Wu Qingcang with a smile: “General Wu, how is it”

Wu Qingcang looked at Li Chen's forehead. The wound from the arrow that had been inflicted when the Liao army attacked previously hadn't fully healed, but his boldness was even greater than before. He opened his mouth and praised, "Magnificent and imposing, truly admirable."

"This flattery is not very high quality."

Li Chen waved his hand, let out a plume of smoke, and said: "The Liao army swept through, putting great pressure on our army, but we have also gradually achieved the goal of luring the enemy deep. Now the Liao army is chasing us deep into Gansu and Shaanxi for 150 miles. If we go a little further, we will reach the place where we have prepared for the Liao army to die. In this battle, General Wu has made great contributions."

This chase has really opened Li Chen's eyes.

Wu Qingcang truly lives up to his reputation as the successor of the former War God. His command of art fully brought out the beauty and complexity of warfare in the cold weapons era.

With vastly inferior forces and weaponry, they have stubbornly held out against hundreds of thousands of Liao troops to this day.

To be honest, if Li Chen had done this himself, he would have either been caught by Yelü Shenxuan early on or had to run away, leaving the entire strategic plan a failure.

One should specialize in their craft. Wu Qingcang's skills are indeed superior to Li Chen's.

"This poem is dedicated to Wu Shuai."ho was listening, punched his left palm with his right fist and felt a surge of satisfaction.But Li Yinhu was not happy about that.He stared coldly at Li Chen, his face contorted with anger and shame....