Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Chapter 123: Pass the first level and become a Taoist

Three Zibo Prefectures, Jixia Academy.

After getting up early and circulating his Chixia Qi, Ma Zhan, with a clear mind, stood at the gate of the world's number one academy.

He was looking forward to his first major test since coming into this world.

Following behind Jingtai Lan, my heart beat faster with the sound of his footsteps.

In order to calm his nervous mood, Ma Zhan looked around the academy scene to distract himself.

From Ma Zhan's perspective, this Jixia Academy is very similar to the university in his previous life.

A comprehensive university that covers different majors.

In the past, universities were divided into physics, chemistry, literature, etc.

The divisions here are Confucianism, Taoism, Legalism, etc.

Compared to here, Penglai Academy at the foot of Penglai Mountain seems very simple.

Although the students of Jixia Academy do not have a uniform, there is no distinctive distinction between the majors.

However, when you see a student, you can basically tell which school he belongs to from your first impression.

Confucian scholar's robe, Mohist short coat, military warrior's clothing, etc.

Regardless of gender, their clothing preferences are deeply influenced by the school.

At the Military School forum, Ma Zhan looked at the crowd of male and female students from various schools in front of him.

It goes without saying that it was he, the quasi-Taoist, who brought this about.

I've seen quite a few along the way, and it seems they didn't get a spot.

While lamenting his conspicuous bag, Ma Zhan thought of another problem.

"The harmony among the various schools of thought is quite different from what I imagined."

The military strategist's forum was similar to a military formation, and in the center of the forum sat Kou Ping, the eldest brother of the military strategist school.

He was dressed in black, with a beard that reached down to his chest. Although he had no expression on his face, he had an intimidating aura.

"Xiaotai, bring him here."

Kou Ping's voice was full of energy.

Ma Zhan followed behind Jingtai Lan and became distracted again.

"Xiaotai, it seems that even if the Duke enters Jixia Academy, he will have to be a good younger brother."

As Ma Zhan entered the arena, the students around him began to whisper to each other.

"This person who comes to discuss the Dao is too young."

"Dressed like a warrior, are you really here to discuss the Dao?"

"Senior Sister, didn't you say that all those who come to discuss the Dao are young talents? Why is he a child?"

"I really miss the last time Miss Qin came to discuss Taoism. Although she didn't pass the three levels, her charm is still fresh in my memory."

"..."

The students of Jixia Academy were communicating with each other openly, and some of their voices reached Ma Zhan's ears.

Ma Zhan's rich examination experience allowed him to automatically block out these voices, which is a quality that a senior candidate must possess.

Ma Zhan walked to the opposite side of Kou Ping and sat on the ground as well.

Kou Ping glanced at Ma Zhan and announced with full energy.

"Ma Zhan from Qingshui Commandery came to Jixia Academy to discuss Dao.

The recommender is Duke Qi of Liang, a disciple of the military strategist and a master of cloisonné.

To be fair, we set up the first level here.

Qingshui Jun Ma Zhan, do you have any objection to this?"

Ma Zhan shook his head

"No~"

As the words fell, the entire pulpit fell silent.

Kou Ping pulled out an envelope from his sleeve, took out the note, and read aloud.

"When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy is stationed, we harass; when the enemy is tired, we attack; when the enemy retreats, we pursue."

The sixteen words were clearly heard by everyone present, expressed in a concise and comprehensive manner.

Students from all schools of thought can understand the meaning of these sixteen words.

Especially the military students who were at the front of the class, they were talking to each other in low voices.

The meaning of these sixteen words is very clear. Those who study military tactics every day only need to think about it a little to understand the meaning.

Just these sixteen words, simple and clear, give people a feeling that the art of war can be so simple.

Kou Ping paused for a moment and said.

"Ma Zhan, these sixteen words are concise and clear. I still want to hear your thoughts."

Ma Zhan silently saluted the "teacher" comrade and answered.

“If a war breaks out and a country’s important cities and military fortresses are occupied by the enemy.

What should we do as soldiers of this country?

Committing suicide for the country?

Throw down the sword and surrender?

If it were me, I would lead the living forces, hide in the mountains and villages, and wait for the opportunity to act...

This is guerrilla warfare.

When facing an enemy several or even dozens of times our size, this is the way we choose to wage war."

While Ma Zhan was speaking, he kept an eye on Kou Ping's facial expression.

Kou Ping was as calm as an old dog, without showing any excessive expression.

This may be related to the professional ethics of the military school. No matter what happens at any time or in any place, the coach must not panic.

The discussion among the students around gradually became louder, and Ma Zhan proposed a new research direction for the military strategist.

Several military strategists have already started to make deductions.

There are other students who ask questions directly

"Shouldn't a soldier defend the city to the last man?"

"The city and strategic locations have been captured. Is there any need to resist?"

. . . .

Ma Zhan had already guessed that someone would ask this question, so he had no preparation for an answer.

Because people always overlook one thing, and that is the premise.

Ma Zhan only sets up such a battlefield. As for how such a battlefield comes into being, it is not within the scope of this discussion.

Of course, in order to stop the voices of doubt and to provide a layer of insurance for the first level, Ma Zhan had already prepared a backup plan.

"Shift the focus."

Ma Zhan stood up, circulated the Chixia Qi, and spoke with full energy.

"Also, I have another way of warfare to talk about: special operations."

The sudden words made the scene quiet again, and everyone's mind was full of questions.

Special operations?

What are special operations?

Kou Ping's eyes twitched slightly. He felt a little dissatisfied with Ma Zhan's casual release of true energy.

But he was more curious about this special operation.

Ma Zhan deliberately controlled the red cloud energy to maintain a suitable volume.

"Special operations are conducted to achieve a specific combat or campaign objective.

Combat operations carried out in special ways and means.

If I were a general, I would do whatever it takes to win a war or a battle at the lowest cost.

If I had the chance, I would assassinate the main local generals before the war started. This is called a decapitation operation.

The war was over before it even began.

If war breaks out, I will use the smallest possible losses to inflict the greatest possible casualties on the local side.

These include but are not limited to assassination, poisoning, destruction of enemy weapons, and burning of enemy food supplies.

To achieve this goal, I will train a special unit.

Perform these tasks in a professional manner.

They are a perfect combination of mind and brawn, wisdom and cruelty, loyalty and cunning, and so on.

I call them—special forces.”

After Ma Zhan finished speaking, he saw Kou Ping's exaggerated expression of astonishment and thought, "It's done."

The next moment, there was a loud bang and the scene exploded.

"Special forces, yes, that's it, the suicide squad."

"Such a shameless act, the victory is not fair at all."

. . . .

"Liang Guoqing fought against the Water Lord in horse battle, and passed the first level to become a Taoist.

Ten days later, the second level."