Thinking of the unknown and powerful secret skills, Yang Lin felt hot in his heart.

I made an excuse, went into the bedroom, lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, and silently thought about the trial in my mind.

A full five hundred points of martial luck were burned, a huge energy rushed into the soul, and a change occurred before his eyes.

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"Famous teachers and generals should not keep themselves in prison; thousands of troops should avoid wearing white robes."

This poem suddenly appeared in my mind.

Then, the memories rolled back and he understood who he was now.

He was a general of Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties.

Chen Qingzhi.

Later generations called him the "White Robe General".

At the age of 41, Chen Qingzhi joined the army, led troops to fight, took advantage of holidays, and learned about military affairs. He led 2,000 miscellaneous troops, defeated the Suolu army in one battle, and captured Shouchun.

Then, outside Xingyang City, 3,000 Han troops faced off against 300,000 Xianbei troops, defeating the enemy and winning.

For the last time, he led 7,000 white-robed troops in the Northern Expedition and defeated 500,000 captives. The soldiers and civilians of the Northern Wei Dynasty were so defeated that they avoided seeing the white-robed troops.

With the help of 7,000 white-robed troops wearing shrouds and refusing to return until they died, they almost destroyed Wei and unified the Central Plains.

It is a pity that the Southern Dynasty was lagging behind. There was no main force to come to the rescue, and there was no supply of food and grass. Moreover, there were also bad rumors.

Therefore, Chen Qingzhi retreated with hatred. On the way, he encountered a flash flood and all 7,000 white-robed men who were crossing the river drowned. He only escaped with his own life.

Return to the court.

In the last battle of that year, he fought 47 times from south to north with 7,000 men, attacking 32 cities. He was invincible and moved forward in every direction.

In one of them, they even wiped out 200,000 Wei troops with only 3,000 troops, stormed into Hulao, and captured Luoyang.

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This is simply a "myth", and even novels dare not write it like this.

After reviewing some of the information in his memory, Yang Lin opened his mouth wide, not knowing how to hide the shock in his heart.

The time period he is currently in is Chen Qingzhi's last battle, the Northern Expedition.

That is to say, he led 7,000 people from south to north and broke through 32 cities in a row to attack Luoyang.

Well, he stood at the beginning of the oath of war.

From the first fight.

The current body was born in a poor family. He was a scholar before Emperor Wu of Liang ascended the throne. He only played chess with him when he had nothing to do and did some record-keeping work.

He has never practiced martial arts, doesn't know how to shoot an arrow, and doesn't lead many troops. He is at most a Confucian general.

As a result, the results achieved by such a person are simply blinding.

So why should he?

Okay, next, Yang Lin begins to experience Chen Qingzhi's tough life.

He led 7,000 white-robed troops to engage the enemy and attack the city.

Then, at the foot of the first city, we walked into the street.

Not only was the army dispersed, but he himself was shot to death by a stray arrow and had his head chopped off by Suolu to receive the reward.

In fact, with his current status, he is destined to be unable to use his martial arts.

If you say you are a Confucian general, you can naturally only watch and direct, but you can never do it yourself.

Slowly, Yang Lin figured out the key to it, and was able to occasionally win in field battles, and also captured one or two cities.

Then, with hundreds of white-robed troops left, they plunged into a dead end.

Dead and alive again, alive and dead again.

Yang Lin didn't know how many times he had died on this battlefield.

All he knew was that he had almost memorized the names of the barbarian leaders on the opposite side and the 7,000 people under their command, but he still had not conquered the third city.

"The gap is a bit big."

Yang Lin was a little ashamed.

It is true that the work of fighting is not done by humans.

He was extremely frustrated...

He has a powerful force, but he can't use it, so he can only rack his brains and beat him back and forth.

The difference in military strength between the two sides was too great. Even if he used all the military books and strategies he had read intentionally or unintentionally, he would only be able to defeat three with one at best.

I have absolutely no idea how the original Chen Qingzhi managed to fight 47 times in a row and attack 32 cities?

After dying hundreds of times, Yang Lin was able to do it, had his head chopped off, and was still interested in studying the bows on the braids of the Xianbei people who killed him, he finally understood.

A mythical battle, of course, has mythical talents and skills.

Can see through the fog of war, see through changes in reality and reality, and see the only weakness.

This is the hidden talent of my body.

That is the secret skill.

It doesn't require too much advanced military knowledge.

In fact, even if you have a lot of knowledge and a good military skills, it will be difficult to win if your military strength is too different.

Because the battlefield is sometimes a place where luck depends.

You can't guarantee that you won't encounter a single unfortunate incident in 47 wars and countless sieges.

A stone on the battlefield.

A stray arrow shot from the city wall might kill you.

The northern Solu army is powerful, a hundred times more numerous than our own. If anyone is not careful, the entire army will be annihilated.

Therefore, he cannot make a single mistake. He must be precise at every point and every person, attack the weak points directly, and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

Even, take all accidents into consideration.

This is the "mind's eye trick".

The mind is powerful and the intuition is amazing.

All kinds of things on the battlefield are like seeing them in person.

When Yang Lin's eyebrows ached and his heart became clear.

It was as if he saw time stand still at that moment.

He saw the distribution of all the troops on both sides of the battlefield, and also saw what he had to do so that he could be invincible, kill the enemy leader, and defeat the enemy in one battle.

He was even sure that his troops would always be in a situation where more troops would fight fewer enemies.

From the battle situation, to the strength of the troops, to the enemy's weaknesses, everything is under control.

Everything is as clear as the lines on the palm of your hand.

Moreover, he can intuitively choose the most correct position and route, so that he is always safe.

Even though he didn't know any martial arts, he never died once from then on.

When he went through 47 battles, conquered 32 cities in a row, broke through the Hulao, and stood in the palace, it was like a lifetime ago.

"If I were Chen Qingzhi, as long as I raise the flag and recruit troops, I would be able to rebuild the Central Plains immediately, stretch across the north and south, and become a true emperor through the ages."

"The military power is so great that it can reach the other side of the mountain, the other side of the sea, and directly plant the flag on the other side of the earth."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Unfortunately, I am not Chen Qingzhi."

"This era does not need Chen Qingzhi, and that era actually did not need me."

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When Yang Lin opened his eyes, he felt his soul was clear.

The city of Shanghai, which in the past seemed prosperous and confusing, was now extremely bright and clear.

He can see the hidden dangers of his own family, and he can also see the future of Jingwu Sect.

He also saw clearly the intentions of the British and French, and the Japanese's fangs hidden under their smiles.

Even, I can vaguely understand the state of the Xinhui, where people share the same mind but different virtues, and can split at any time, each with their own selfish motives.

History, in his heart, is no longer confused.

Indeed, in this era, I am actually redundant.

As long as you watch quietly, you can see the torrent of a changing era rolling by.

There will be a new heaven in the world.
To be continued...