Chapter 23 My Son of Zhao Zheng Is Just a Traitor

"Lang'er, I have seen your Grandpa Wang and Uncle Wang."

Qin Shihuang introduced.

Zhao Lang immediately greeted the two of them.

At this time, Wang Jian had recovered, looking at the young man in front of him, he couldn't help asking Qin Shihuang,

"Your Majesty...Brother Zhao, is this the young man?"

Qin Shihuang nodded, and said with some pride,

"Well, it's my son Zhao Lang."

Wang Jian showed a regretful look.

Now Daqin has no prince, and Qin Shihuang has not expressed this wish.

As a general of the imperial court, he generally would not communicate with the prince.

Anyway, with his status, no matter who is in power, he will be safe and sound.

It's just that it's a pity for a general.

Now he didn't even have the desire to ask.

Wang Jian glanced at his son Wang Ben, and sure enough, the other party also shook his head secretly.

It seems they are on the same page.

Qin Shihuang said with a smile as if he hadn't noticed these abnormalities at all,

"Lang'er, I heard from Forbe that you made some new things, take me to have a look."

Without hesitation, Zhao Lang led a few people towards the training ground.

I even gave my father the skills of papermaking and printing, so there is nothing wrong with this training method.

Just need some more money.

Be prepared.

When I arrived in the small courtyard that was remodeled, I looked at the layout inside.

Even though Qin Shihuang had already met him once, he couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional and asked,

"Lang'er, you usually take the boys here to train?"

Zhao Lang nodded in agreement.

Then I talked about the training methods and functions of each project in detail.

It was almost the same as Wang Jian's previous guess.

Qin Shihuang nodded and asked,

"Can you let them come over and practice?"

Zhao Lang shook his head and said,

"Father, we've only finished lunch now, so it's not suitable for strenuous exercise, and they still have classes in the afternoon."

"It's time to rest."

Zhao Lang also brought over the good habit of taking a nap.

At this time, a trace of surprise flashed in Wang Ben's eyes, and he couldn't help asking,

"These teenagers still want to study and learn to write?"

Zhao Lang nodded his head as a matter of course, but found that everyone, including his cheap father, looked puzzled.

Thinking that there will be a rebellion in the future, these people are the backbone, and we must let them know the importance of culture in the army.

So he explained,

"Actually, whether it is a general or a soldier, being able to read and write can help them understand the combat intentions of their superiors and better execute orders."

This knowledge was learned by Zhao Lang from one of the greatest and none other army.

Hearing this, Wang Ben frowned and said,

"As long as the general understands the art of war, it's fine. The sergeant obeys orders. Reading and writing will make them think wildly."

Seeing several people arguing, Qin Shihuang not only did not stop it, but instead looked interesting and watched the excitement.

Not to be outdone, Zhao Lang returned,

"It is good for soldiers to obey orders."

"But an army with culture and faith is the real invincible army!"

"Otherwise, they are just some cold-blooded killing machines."

Zhao Lang's words were decisive, because he had seen such an army with his own eyes.

The general army, with a battle loss of 30%, basically collapsed.

But in that army, some teams even lost 100% of the battle!

That is, everyone died in battle!

And no one backed down!

Because everyone knows what they are fighting for!

Wang Ben still wanted to refute,

Wang Jian's eyes were shining brightly at the side, and he couldn't help but say,

"You're talking about military souls!"

Looking at the old man, Zhao Lang was a little surprised. He didn't expect someone to understand, so he nodded and said,

"Exactly."

At this time, Wang Jian's eyes suddenly became wet. He is from the old Qin Dynasty.

He still remembers when he was young.

The old Qin people sang songs and went out to fight, and his father and brother were also there.

At that time, he felt that the army had a soul.

But after the Great Qin ruled the world, this kind of military spirit became extremely weak.

Thinking of this, Wang Jian repeatedly said,

"Okay! Well said!"

But this made Wang Jian even more painful.

If Zhao Lang is just a little talented, he can forget it, after all, there are not many buried geniuses in any dynasty.

He never expected that Zhao Lang's understanding of the army would reach this level!

In a certain way, he is stronger than his own son Wang Ben!

As long as you give a little guidance, in time, you will definitely be a generation of masters!

How does this make him let go?

On the other hand, Zhao Lang was a little puzzled.

The way the old man looked at him was too strange, happy at one moment, painful at the other, with a touch of affection.

Zhao Lang looked at his cheap father,

"Couldn't this be Uncle Wang from the house next door?"

Qin Shihuang saw all these situations in his eyes, and couldn't help feeling a little proud in his heart.

My son, is it what your soldiers want?

Of course, if he knew what Zhao Lang was thinking, he wouldn't mind being hung up and beaten.

"Lang'er, your grandfather Wang and the others have been running around all morning, and they are a little tired."

"Come here today."

Qin Shihuang said.

Zhao Lang nodded, it happened to be almost time for class,

"Father, I'll go to class first."

After Zhao Lang left, Qin Shihuang said proudly,

"Two generals, how is my prodigal son?"

Wang Jian said with a serious face at this time,

"Young Master Lang is talented!"

"But the old minister doesn't know why His Majesty never mentioned Gongzi Lang?"

Speaking of this question, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Qin Shihuang's face.

He has a son outside, and his reputation is not very good after all.

I could only explain vaguely, and then confessed,

|"Lang'er always thought that I was accumulating strength to rebel, so the two generals should not let it slip."

When Wang Jian heard this, he felt that it was extremely absurd.

No emperor brought his own son to rebel.

"Your Majesty, this is not in etiquette."

Wang Jian is also an old minister, and he couldn't accept these things all at once.

Qin Shihuang said with a smile,

"You don't want to see, the army trained by Lang'er in this way, and the army of Daqin, who is stronger and who is weaker?"

A trace of hesitation suddenly appeared on Wang Jian's face,

"Can..."

At this time, Qin Shihuang took out his trump card and said,

"Qin Shihuang's son is a prince, so naturally he cannot join your military family."

"But my son Zhao Zheng is just a rebel, so he can do whatever he wants."

Hearing this, the hesitation on Wang Jian's face disappeared almost instantly, and he said,

"Brother Zhao, what are you talking about?"

"How can we be called anti-thieves? We are anti-Qin righteous men!"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Shihuang and Wang Jian burst into laughter almost at the same time.

Zhao Gao and Wang Ben, who were left behind, looked stunned.