I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Zhe Yue lowered his head, seeing that he was wearing armor, he was slightly puzzled.

The normal Confucian armor is made of a special ore, which has a certain cohesion effect on the grandeur of righteousness and can enhance the defense effect of grandeur of righteousness, but this pair of armor on him seems to be ordinary iron armor.

"Here is..." Zhe Yue looked around again, this is a spacious marching tent, he is no stranger to being born as a general, the layout here should be a place for the coach to rest.

"I'm clearly in the Shaman Castle, why..." Zhe Yue paused, suddenly thinking of a possibility——

Dream school!

There are great Confucianists who are good at lecturing, and they can pull the listeners into their dreams. The so-called "listening to a king's words is better than reading ten years of books", imparting the classics and principles in the dream makes the listeners advance by leaps and bounds.

This is the dream school.

But daddy said that in order to use Dreamland Academy, one needs to complete the virtue of "educating the world". Not to mention the great Confucianism in the world, even the semi-sage, not everyone can do it.

"Could it be "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"?" Zhe Yue was taken aback, and then recalled that he was still reading "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" the moment before entering here.

"As expected of Wan Anbo..." Zhe Yue sighed in his heart, since it is related to Wan Anbo, it is not surprising.

Knowing that this is Wan Ambo's dream school, Zhe Yue calmed down. Looking at the layout here, combined with "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", it is not difficult to guess that what this dream school teaches should be the art of military formation, rather than small words and great righteousness.

Thinking of this, Zheyue was a little excited again. The Zhe family he came from has been a general for generations, guarding the border for the human race, and is deeply respected by the world. But he was too young to lead an army, but in this dream school, he actually became a general. At this time, Zheyue had a faint sense of self-confidence. After all, he had seen his father and uncles line up with the Uncles to resist the barbarians since he was a child. He naturally had some experience, so he could take this opportunity to show it off.

"General—" Seeing Zhe Yue lowered his head in thought, the soldier stepped forward to call again, Zhe Yue came back to his senses, looked at the soldier with a blurred face, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Return to the general, the sentry found a barbarian camp hundreds of miles away, and I ask the general to make a decision."

"The barbarian camp?" Zhe Yue got up from the bed and asked, "Do you know how many people there are? How about the Cultivation Base?"

"About one hundred people, according to Xuntian Baoyu's investigation, it is a group of Huangzi Man."

"Huang Ziman?" Zheyue nodded slightly. The human race divided the barbarian army into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang. An army with stubborn generals is the most common barbarian army configuration.

"One hundred people?" Zhe Yue frowned slightly. According to the experience of the Zhe family, without the cover of the Great Wall of Righteousness, to deal with such a hundred people of Huang Ziman would require no less than three hundred Confucian scholars, at least ten of whom would become poems. environment, it is possible to overcome. For every Confucian scholar missing, about a hundred ordinary people need to be replaced.

"The general is feeling unwell, tell me how many Confucian scholars there are in our army? How many are poetic?" Zhe Yue continued to ask.

The guard paused for a moment, and said, "Did the general make a mistake? You went out this time, and you brought your own guard with you. They are all bloody and brave men. Where are the Confucian scholars?"

"On the battlefield, what's the use of those scholars?"

Zhe Yue was shocked when he heard the words, and looked at the soldier carefully, only to find that he could not sense the slightest sense of righteousness from the other party. Zhe Yue sensed himself again, only to find that he did not have the slightest sense of righteousness.

He stretched out his hand, and a colorful gas emerged in the palm of his hand.

Seeing the colorful aura, the soldier praised again: "As expected of a general, he has cultivated the most authentic colorful mortal aura. Unlike us killers, who can only cultivate some mortal murderous aura by slaughtering on the battlefield!"

"Murderous in the world of mortals? Show me!" Zhe Yue said hastily.

The soldier also stretched out his hand, only to see a cloud of red gas condensed on his hand, the red gas thickened into the liquid, exuding a slight chill.

Looking at Zheyue's serious eyes, the soldiers seemed a little embarrassed, dissipated the murderous aura in their hands, and said: "The general is laughing at you. Our murderous aura can at most inspire some bloody battles and fighting power. It's nothing more than a ten-man enemy." , unlike the general's colorful mortal aura, which can display military tactics, that's the ability to fight against thousands of people."

"Strategy of war!" Zhe Yue's heart was shocked.

...

After chatting with the guards for a while, Zheyue learned a lot of information. For example, this time there were only 80 personal guards following him, of which 72 were at the Qi-nourishing level and eight at the blood-changing level.

For another example, in the mouth of the personal soldiers, a soldier at the level of nourishing Qi can single out an eighth-rank barbarian, while a soldier at the blood-changing level can confront a seventh-rank barbarian head-on.

The frontal combat power is almost one to one.

Zhe Yue was already shocked, could this be the Martial Dao that Wan Amber has been promoting?

Or is it only like this in the dream school?

But what surprised Zhe Yue even more was the soldier's explanation of the art of war.

In Na Bing's mouth, the art of war is not the cleverly arranged mortal means that Zhe Yue understood from "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", but almost a kind of magic.

A spell useful for large armies.

In the real world, Confucianism's methods are more about gathering great power on oneself, at most carrying out lofty aspirations, and improving some combat power of others, but they consume a lot of energy and are often only effective for Confucian students. And this art of war seems to be born for the army formation. Compared with the Confucian art, it is not as powerful in terms of individual power, but the overall effect is far superior to the Confucian art.

Zheyue faintly sensed a new path of cultivation.

It's a pity that when Zheyue asked for examples of the art of war, the personal soldier hesitated and couldn't tell.

Presumably, it surpassed the information given to this soldier in the dream school.

It seems that you still need to understand it yourself.

Zhe Yue walked to the sand table, looked at the sand table, there was a river in the sand table, and he and the barbarians were on both sides of the river.

According to the reports from the sentries, the barbarians have already settled down in the camp, and should send out sentries to patrol around immediately.

As for the treasures that are obviously being inspected, why are there still inspections?

Because regardless of people or barbarians, there are formations that interfere with the detection in the military formation. Only by getting as close as possible can we get more accurate results.

According to the method of personal soldiers, even if they rush forward and fight recklessly, they still have a chance of winning, but Zhe Yue understands that this is not his purpose of entering the dream school.

With a keen mind, he understood that this might be an opportunity to learn the art of war.

...

Zheyue ordered the camp to be dismantled immediately, and the one-hundred-man battalion was abolished, leaving only a ten-man tent accompanying the army, and then ordered that only eight people be left in the army tent, and he led the others to lie in ambush.

Sure enough, not long after, a barbarian sentry came over, and the other party returned immediately when they saw the tent of ten people accompanying the army.

Zheyue knew that the barbarians would inevitably send people to attack the camp, so after the barbarian sentry left, he immediately sent people to set up another tent.

Sure enough, not long after, a barbarian team of 20 people appeared, and the other party saw that there were two tents accompanying the army, they obviously froze for a moment, then turned and left.

Just when the soldiers thought that Zheyue was going to build a third tent with the army, Zheyue suddenly ordered the whole army to cross the river.

Based on Zhe Yue's judgment, when the barbarians saw the increase in the number of troops, they would definitely not send out troops depending on the number of people, but would send out more than half of them at once.

Sure enough, as expected by Zhe Yue, this time, more than sixty barbarians came, they looked at the only two military tents, grinned grimly, and rushed up.

At the same time, Zheyue's personal guards had arrived not far from the barbarian camp. With the dispatch of the barbarians, there were less than forty barbarians in the camp.

"Prepare!"

According to Zhe Yue's arrangement, the people were divided into two teams. The front group immediately had their hair disheveled, blood was smeared all over their bodies, and they looked embarrassed.

"action!"

When Zheyue gave an order, the front group immediately ran towards the barbarian barracks in a hurry, while the rear group raised a lot of dust and hid in the dust. The human soldiers released a murderous aura to prevent the barbarians from seeing through the dust.

The soldiers in the barbarian camp saw dozens of cavalry rushing towards the own camp, and the dust was flying behind them, and they couldn't see through them.

"Hahahaha, drive some slaves over here, and add Mantian's blessings to the brothers!" This is the shout of a human soldier who is good at barbarian language.

The barbarians relaxed when they heard the barbarian language and saw that the driven human soldiers had no weapons and were wounded. It turned out that they were captives sent by the brothers who went out in front. As for the invisible dust—fighting with the human race, the murderous aura of the human race is wrapped around the body, blocking the line of sight, isn't it normal?

Immediately, the barbarian camp was overjoyed, and all the barbarians opened the gates of the camp one after another, ready to come out to receive them. At this moment, Zhe Yue shouted: "Kill!"

The human soldier pretending to be a rout immediately drew out his hidden weapon, burst into murderous aura, and rushed into the barbarian camp.

The barbarian soldiers also reacted very quickly. After several barbarian soldiers were beheaded in the first wave, the seventh-rank barbarian who was sitting in charge rushed out, blocked several people by himself, stabilized the situation, and shouted: "Don't be afraid, our brothers! Right behind!"

At this time, the second wave of human soldiers also leaped out of the dust, Man Zhu was shocked when he saw that the soldiers in the dust were still human soldiers.

"Have all the warriors of my barbarian race returned to the barbarian sky?" At this time, the stubborn man thought that the team that had left before was wiped out, and he couldn't figure out the number of this human army. He planned to pack up the remnants and flee, but A Fractionated Divinity, with a flash of cold light, was beheaded by Zheyue!

...

After a cup of tea, the fighting stopped and all the barbarians in the battalion commander were wiped out.

"General! Eight brothers were killed in our army, and ten more were seriously injured!" The soldiers immediately stepped forward to report, and Zheyue nodded. The vigilance was raised, and the raid was completed. With two against one, this wave of barbarians was finally wiped out.

But the battle is not over yet, the winner of this battle is the more than 60 barbarians who are about to return.

Now there are sixty-two soldiers left in his hands, and many of them are wounded. If they fight recklessly, the chances of winning are not great, so they still need to use tactics.

After this time, Zheyue realized the benefits of the scheme. It's just a pity that in reality, the dust couldn't cover the eyes of the barbarians at all, and the soldiers' barbarian words couldn't fool the barbarians. Even because of the difference in combat power between the human race and the barbarians in reality, there was no way to use the plan to divide the account.

This sneak attack is simply impossible to succeed.

But Zheyue believes that Wan Amber will not be aimless.

There must be another mystery in the dream school.

Even if they didn't, even if they saw barbarians in their dreams, they must be slaughtered.

Zheyue found that with the strength of the soldiers in his hands and the number of equal numbers, as long as the barbarians were allowed to relax their vigilance, they could quickly establish an advantage in the first battle, and then expand the advantage.

Dad once said that the confrontation between the two armies is nothing more than expanding the small advantages one by one, and finally forming a big advantage that affects the battle situation, and finally wins.

Zhe Yue looked at the barbarian corpses all over the ground and the ownerless barbarian mounts, and his heart skipped a beat.

At this time, the ground shook slightly, and it was the group of barbarian soldiers who had returned.

...

More than sixty barbarian soldiers on horseback ran towards the tent.

The human race's military tent was basically empty, but fortunately there were some human race's fine wines in it, so that they would not make a trip in vain.

At this time, the gate of the barbarian camp opened, and the remaining barbarian soldiers rushed out.

The barbarian soldier who went out was puzzled and asked loudly, but the other party didn't answer, but just rushed towards them. The barbarian soldier who went out didn't know what happened, so he rushed up to meet them.

But when they met each other, the barbarian soldiers who stayed behind suddenly fell off their mounts, revealing the human soldiers behind them!

It turned out that the barbarians were strong, Zhe Yue ordered everyone to fix the barbarian corpses on the mounts, and chose human soldiers of suitable size to hide behind the barbarian corpses.

In the first wave of encounters, more than a dozen barbarian soldiers who were on the expedition were killed in a sneak attack. At the same time, the human soldiers who had been ambushing in all directions rushed out and attacked the remaining dozens of barbarian soldiers.

The barbarian sergeants panicked and hurriedly picked up their weapons to resist.

...

The roar gradually subsided, and Zhe Yue sat on the ground slumped on the ground leaning on a long knife, surrounded by corpses lying on the ground, both human and barbarian.

The soldiers came forward and reported: "General, the barbarians have been completely wiped out. Our army has killed 21 people and seriously injured 16 people."

Zheyue nodded, recalling the battle in his mind.

With 80 vs. 100, he completely wiped out the opponent and lost 37 people. If it were placed in the real world, this would be a feat that would make him famous throughout the entire army.

However, this is the school of dreams.

The human race here can be exchanged with the barbarian race.

The barbarians here can't see through some ordinary tricks.

More importantly, the moment he entered, he gained a first-hand advantage.

Too many accidents have brought about this result.

Therefore, Zheyue was not confused by this victory, and still kept his mind clear.

In the past, under the blessing of his father and grandfather, he had always guarded the Great Wall defense line, only knowing that the Daoist tribe was at a disadvantage. And this time, it was because he commanded this battle that Zhe Yue recognized the gap between human race and barbarian race for the first time!

"If, as Wan Amber said, Wu Daoists are like dragons..."

"If, there is really a magic-like art of war..."

Zheyue stood up slowly, sighing in his heart, suddenly, the ground shook, Zheyue grabbed the long knife inserted into the soil in his hand, and barely stood still.

In Zheyue's eyes, the corpses on the ground turned into rays of light and dissipated. Immediately afterwards, the human soldiers who were still alive also turned into rays of light. Finally, these rays of light merged together and turned into a light group, appearing in front of Zheyue .

From the light group, Zhe Yue saw the picture of himself disguised as a rout and rushing towards the barbarian camp, and saw the picture of himself leading the soldiers disguised as barbarian left behind soldiers.

When the screen finished playing, the light group suddenly shot at Zheyue.

...

In the real world, Shaman Castle.

Zheyue opened his eyes, a phantom of a scroll was reflected in his pupils, and then returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

Zhe Yue stretched out his hand, and a seven-colored mortal air condensed, and the sound of the sofa on the battlefield came faintly from the mortal air.

"This is……"

Zheyue sensed the extra information in his mind, and a look of surprise gradually appeared on his face.

"Art of War: Concealing the sky and crossing the sea!"

...

Almost at the same time, Chen Luo, who was far away in Beijing, withdrew from the mysterious space.

"The art of war?"

"This is the rhythm of a military strategist..."

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