Re-got into the car, walked a short distance along the road pointed by Yang Xiu, Zhao Wen felt the solemn atmosphere of the military camp, faintly drumming from a distance, several large camps appeared in front of him like a crouching tiger, continuous tents, fluttering battle flags, weapons and armor reflecting the sun, one by one, a knight galloped over, stopped Zhao Wen and his party, although he did not draw a bow and a knife, the vigilant eyes made Zhao Wen feel an inexplicable chill, and even the waiters who complained all the way closed their mouths with interest.

After checking the paperwork, the knight sent someone back to the camp to report, and after waiting in the sun for half an hour, Gu Hui rushed out and introduced Zhao Wen into the camp. Before entering the camp, he first took care of Zhao Wen, now it is a state of war, and the camp must not drive the noise, please understand the envoy, restrain his subordinates, and do not make unpleasant things.

Zhao Wen laughed secretly, but he didn't want to anger Sun Ce at this time. There is no reason to talk about these martial artists, as long as you can ask for more food, it doesn't matter if you are wronged.

Passing between several large camps, across the high camps, Zhao Wen could not see the situation inside, and could only hear the sound of golden drums and shouts of killing inside. Zhao Wen was surprised and asked Gu Hui, "The weather is so hot, do you still have to practice?" ”

Gu Hui smiled slightly. "Practicing Sanjiu in winter and practicing Sanfu in summer is not only to be familiar with martial arts, but also to temper your mind."

"Aren't you afraid of heat stroke?"

"Of course I'm afraid, but you can't stop practicing because you're afraid, just prepare more soup and medicine." Gu Hui said as he walked, softly, not in a hurry. "It is indeed not easy to work in the army, blood and sweat, and it is better to sweat than to bleed. My lord, please come here, and the front is here. ”

Zhao Wen followed Gu Hui into the camp of the Chinese army, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw a figure standing on the high platform in the center of the camp. On a hot day, he wore a flaming red coat and no cover on his head, and the noon sun shone on his armor, shining brightly. Compared with him, the soldiers who practiced martial arts in the camp were much cooler, at least they didn't need to wear armor, they only had a bull's nose on their bodies, their strong muscles rolled under the dark and shiny skin, and the crystal sweat was thrown out with the rapid and powerful movements, and everyone's feet were a little wet, but they couldn't see a little hesitation on their faces, their eyes were firm and murderous. At a glance, although the number of people is small, people dare not take it lightly.

"This is the most elite volunteer battalion under the general." Gu Hui introduced: "The general is on the platform, and it will be over with one drum, please go to the Chinese army to sit down first." ”

"No, I'll take a look, I've heard for a long time that the elite under General Sun can be ten at one, and I have the opportunity to watch them practice today, it's a pity to miss it." Zhao Wen waved his hand and declined Gu Hui's kindness. He was stunned by the sweaty drills of these hundreds of men, and he was even more impressed by the upright figure on the stage. Standing under the scorching sun, he felt hot in a light single coat, sweat was flowing down layer by layer, wearing dozens of pounds of armor, wearing a battle robe, what was it like? Sun Ce can obviously let people wear a cover, why doesn't he use it, he has to stand under the scorching sun?

Even if you want to lead by example, you won't be so yourself.

Zhao Wen only stood for a while, and then he felt that the clothes on his body were soaked, but he still persevered until the end of the training. Sun Ce announced the disbandment, the soldiers packed up their weapons, returned to their accounts, and after a while, they went out of the camp one after another, talking and laughing along the way.

Zhao Wen followed Gu Hui to the big tent of the Chinese army, Sun Ce had just taken off his armor, untied his battle robe, and when he saw Zhao Wen coming in, he hurriedly covered his shirt. His shirt was already soaked, all glued to his body, showing off his broad shoulders and thick back, unlike other martial artists that Zhao Wen had seen, Sun Ce's waist was not very thick, even a little thin, and the lines of his abdominal muscles were very clear.

Glancing at Zhao Wen's soaked clothes, Sun Ce crooked his mouth. "My lord is worthy of being a hero in Shu, do you want to experience it in the army?"

Zhao Wen was not surprised to know that Sun Ce knew about him. "I just want to experience the difficulty of a general."

"Then you have to take it step by step, I can't do it all at once." Sun Ce smiled, and asked people to bring in a pot of mung bean soup, Gu Hui filled a bowl for one of them, and Zhao Wen was not polite, took it and tasted it, and nodded again and again. "It's cool and delicious, the heat is all gone, and I usually eat it, but I don't feel as good as I feel today."

Sun Ce laughed and looked at Zhao Wen intently. Zhao Wen is sixty years old, and he is a child of a family, so he is not pedantic, it should be related to the atmosphere of Shu County. Shu County, like Wu County, is not considered a border geographically because it is close to barbarians, but culturally it is very different from the Central Plains, more rustic and even barbarian. Although the Zhao family of Shu County has been three generations of ministers, Zhao Wen's great-grandfather was born as a ranger, and his bloodline is naturally different from that of the Central Plains family.

It's just that officialdom has always been a big dye vat, don't think about being alone when you come in, Zhao Wen's grandfather Zhao Jie is the most typical example. He was originally a jealous and hateful person, and at that time he and Li Gu and Hu Guang together to argue for the establishment of the Qinghe King, Li Gu spoke outright, but Zhao Jie failed to persist to the end, and Hu Guang made a soft bone together, and his reputation was ruined.

Zhao Wen still has a trace of chivalry now, but this is the last remaining light. In history, Zhao Wen was still fighting against Li Dao and others, and refused to give in, but in the thirteenth year of Jian'an, Zhao Wen, who was Situ at the time, wanted to pat Cao Cao's sycophant, and raised Cao Pi as Peng, but he was slapped on the horse's leg and was dismissed by Cao Cao with false elections, which became a joke.

In fact, Zhao Wen can't be blamed for this, seeing that the general trend has gone, he is powerless to return to the sky, and it is human nature to follow the trend. They have done all the efforts they can do, and in the thirteenth year of Jian'an, the trend of the world returning to Cao has been achieved. If it weren't for Cao Cao's complacency and the defeat of Chibi, there would have been no such thing as the Three Kingdoms, and the change of dynasty would have been many years in advance.

In general, if you don't blame everything, Zhao Wen is not a famous minister, but he is still a good person. He is not guaranteed to be in the evening, in essence, he is still not familiar with human feelings, he is not tactful enough as an official, he wants to put down his figure, but he doesn't know how to put down his body, and the routine of showing good can't keep up with the situation, so he can't erase all his previous credits.

"What does the edict say?" Sun Ce took a big sip from the bowl and said while chewing on the cooked mung beans.

"Is the general just like that?" Zhao Wen looked at Sun Ce, put away his smile, and said, "Although everything in the military camp is simple, you can't be so rude, right?" People don't know etiquette, how can they stand in the world? ”

Sun Ce crooked his mouth, poured all the mung bean soup into his mouth, chewed it a few times, stretched his neck, and swallowed it all, then wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "How do I know if this is an edict issued by the Son of Heaven or by the Marquis of Yixiang?" If it was the edict of the Marquis of Yi asking me to surrender, should I also accept it? ”

Zhao Wen's face was red, so he had to force his composure. "I came from Chang'an, and it was naturally an edict from the Son of Heaven."

"Not necessarily." Sun Ce sat down on his own, his hands pressed to his knees, his eyelids rolled up, and the corners of his mouth were sarcastic. "Even if the edict comes from Chang'an, there is no guarantee that the edict is the meaning of the Son of Heaven, not the meaning of the Marquis of Yixiang. In my opinion, the people who are now in charge of the DPRK and China are in Chang'an, but their hearts have already flown to Yecheng. Son of Heaven, it's just a vertical arch, right? ”