"Who are you? Why are you hijacking me?"

The middle-aged man came over and rubbed Huang Zongxi a few times. Huang Zongxi felt a heat flow wandering on his body, which was very comfortable and the soreness disappeared. Knowing that the acupoints had been resolved, he quickly sat up and opened his mouth to question.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Huang. Don't worry about who I am, you can't care about it. Knowing too much will not do you good. Look at this." The middle-aged man handed over a piece of paper.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was very polite to him, Huang Zongxi felt relieved most of his heart. He took the paper and looked at it. He saw that it was full of words, which should be an article with the title: Summary of Mountain Battles.

"Mountain warfare refers to combat carried out in high mountains or similar complex terrain. Mountain warfare is one of the most dangerous forms of combat. Fighters must not only fight with the enemy, but also fight against extreme weather and dangerous terrain. Mountains are dangerous at any time. Landslides, severe cold, strong wind, lightning, etc. will pose additional threats to combatants. Marching, transportation, medical evacuation, etc. on steep slopes that even pack animals are difficult to pass will inevitably consume a lot of resources..."

The article only has one page, and it ends abruptly after writing here.

"Who wrote it? Why is this broken page?" Huang Zongxi looked at it and felt very interested.

He is well-read and is familiar with military books and strategies. This article is obviously about military tactics, just like plain language, and it is definitely not written by his predecessors.

Mountain combat is a brand new term. No one has specifically discussed it in Huang Zongxi's memory, and no one has mentioned it in a few words.

Huang Zongxi has always been interested in this new thing.

"Don't worry about who wrote it, it's not me. If you kill someone, we can play a little lady, and you can do it. You need a sour scholar like you. Mr. Huang, tell me, how is this article written?"

Huang Zongxi did not answer, and raised his face to start thinking: "Mountain combat must be proposed for the mountainous areas south of the Yangtze River. Now the Qing army is powerful, and the strengths of cavalry and shooting can be used in plains and fields. The Ming army is not an opponent. If a mountain army is trained to use the advantageous terrain of the mountain to fight mobile wars with the Qing soldiers, it will greatly suppress the strengths of the Qing soldiers. Wonderful, wonderful! I just don't know whether the person who wrote this article is an enemy or a friend, and where is the person in front of me?"

"Why do you ask me about it? Why don't you say?" The middle-aged man saw that Huang Zongxi ignored him and only cared about his own thoughts, so he scolded him.

"Not calling me Mr. Huang? If you don't tell me your identity clearly, Mr. Huang won't talk to you."

"Huh, come with me? Are you afraid that I will kill you?"

"You are the knife and I am the fish. If you want to kill and cut, you will be the one who wants to be killed and cut. Let you know what the character of a literati is."

"Twist with me, right? OK, then I'll see how tough you are?" The middle-aged man sneered twice, grabbed the paper with his hand and put it in his arms.

Huang Zongxi regretted that if this person was a spy from the Qing people, the "Summary of Mountain Battles" would have caused huge losses to the Ming army.

I should have ruined it after watching it!

Needless to say, this middle-aged man is Feng Qingjun.

Feng Qingjun snatched the manuscript and reached out to point Huang Zongxi's two acupoints, which made Huang Zongxi unable to move, but the mute acupoint was not pointed. I thought it was because he wanted to listen to Huang Zongxi's begging for mercy or painful moans.

Feng Qingjun took off Huang Zongxi's socks and pressed his middle finger against the Yongquan acupoint at the soles of his feet. Huang Zongxi felt a stream of true energy pouring in, and his limbs and bones suddenly became numb and itchy!

Huang Zongxi was really tough, clenched his teeth, endured the huge pain in his body, and kept silent, allowing beads of sweat to slide off his forehead!

Feng Qingjun really wanted to hear Huang Zongxi's painful wails, just like when doing things. If a woman doesn't scream loudly, he will not feel the pleasure. Only in the screams that seem to be painful and joyful can he be satisfied.

But he was disappointed. Although Huang Zongxi was in pain, he saw sweat on his forehead and his teeth were rustling, but he closed his eyes tightly and said nothing.

"Damn it, let's fight me, right? Okay, we two have to waste time, let's see who will give in first! Ahem..."

Feng Qingjun cursed, opened her mouth, and a sour smell rushed into her nose, and she couldn't help but cough.

Huang Zongxi hadn't washed his feet for several days, so the odor naturally came from his feet.

Feng Qingjun became strong, covered his mouth and nose with one hand, endured the stench of the smelly feet, and kept urging internal force with the other hand, tortured Huang Zongxi.

Half an hour passed, but Huang Zongxi still didn't move. Feng Qingjun saw it and felt strange: "Hey, why is this sour scholar no longer sweat? He doesn't fight anymore? He looks very happy, what's going on?"

It turned out that Huang Zongxi resisted for a while and felt that he could not bear it anymore. He quickly changed his mind and recited the "Summary of Mountain Battles".

He has the talent that never forgets everything. It is not difficult to write down all the vernacular words of just a hundred words.

"Mountain warfare refers to combat carried out in high mountains or similar complex terrain. Mountain warfare is one of the most dangerous forms of combat. Fighters must not only fight with the enemy, but also fight against extreme weather and dangerous terrain..."

While reciting silently and thinking, the steep mountains and rivers and the scene of a team of soldiers jumping and jumping in their minds appeared in their minds.

"How should we train next? How should the author write down?" Huang Zongxi asked himself while thinking, and gradually entered the state of forgetting both things and self, and could no longer feel the numbness and itchiness on his body.

"Dead?"

Feng Qingjun used his internal strength for half an hour and felt a little tired. He thought to himself that he had tormented a scholar to death. He quickly explored Huang Zongxi's breath with his hand, but felt his breath calm.

"Why did you stop? Let's go! Mr. Huang feels very comfortable." Huang Zongxi opened his eyes and looked at Feng Qingjun and said.

"Are you comfortable? I feel so uncomfortable! Why are your feet so smelly?" Feng Qingjun was angry and stood up and circled around the house.

"What kind of way can I think of? I can't let this sour scholar beat me."

My eyes rolled and I took them out.

When he came back, Feng Qingjun had an extra tray on his hand, which contained a plate of fragrant braised beef and a pot of wine.

"It smells so good!"

Feng Qingjun ate beef, drank a sip of wine, praised while drinking, and smacked his lips.

It’s true that Feng Qingjun’s trick is really powerful, Huang Zongxi is really a gentleman in wine. When he smells the aroma of wine, he knows that this is the white pear blossoms produced in Jiangbei. He immediately hooked up the greedy insects. As the Adam’s apple rolled, he was about to speak, but he held it back.

He knew that as soon as he opened his mouth, he lost.

Feng Qingjun was very clear-headed, so he naturally heard Huang Zongxi's Adam's apple rolling and spitting.

"Mr. Huang, do you want to drink? This is authentic pear blossom white, with a strong aroma and a long aftertaste. It's so delicious. As long as you speak, I'll give it to you. How about it?"

Feng Qingjun picked up the wine pot and walked over to Huang Zongxi's nose. He shook it a few times to make the fragrance of the wine fully spread.
Chapter completed!