When Duanmurong was planning his master to study Duan for his medical school, a real iron horse was staged in another place in the same area: the Military Academy.

As the top three academies among the various academies, the Military Academy is not as good as the buildings of other academies because of its special nature and far exceeding the number of people in other academies. It ranks second among many academies, and has become an unshakable existence in this position, including schoolyards, barracks, training grounds made by simulated terrain, and even city walls. These make the Military Academy one of the most extensive academies among the many academies.

Of course, even so, it can only rank second, because there is a farmhouse palace that ranks first. For the farmhouse palace, which mainly engages in farming, the vast farmland under its name has long made it an unshakable existence.

The students here include ordinary peasant teenagers from various counties of Qin, descendants of people with different titles within the Qin army, and children of Qin generals. However, no matter where they come from and how they were born, they all have one identity here and have a common identity, that is, students.

Meng Ao, this old man who is over seventy, is too old for this era. He should have lived a life of life, but because of this school, he found the meaning of his continued existence.

His qualifications and fifty years of battlefield career have made him the best candidate for the host of this military school. This veteran who has found his meaning in his life has not made everyone in the school afraid of the majesty. At this time, he was like an ordinary old man, kneeling behind a desk, with his straight waist and well-organized hair and beard telling others that his energy is still strong and he can still contribute his strength to the Qin State who is loyal to him in his own way.

However, at this time, his master could only kneel in the guest seat, because the master welcomed his real master today: King Zheng of Qin.

Compared with two years ago, Ying Zheng, who was already eighteen years old, has not changed much. If he had to find one, he would be taller. Although he could not compare with those born out of strangeness in this era, among his peers, he was enough to look down on 99% of the people.

Of course, although he has been carefully decorated by the people around him, he can still find some traces of beard to tell the world that he is already an adult.

"Those three thousand young men selected from Yanmen County Dai County may actually become an army next year?" Ying Zheng, who was kneeling on the main seat, put away the list that was pounced on the table and said.

"Reporting to the king, those young men will be able to graduate in three months. However, it will take half a year to truly cultivate the 30,000 young men from Yanmen Dai County to become a strong army with these three thousand young men as the core. In this half year, this army that the king has high hopes for can truly become a strong army." Meng Ao, who was always ready, asked Ying Zheng's question, said without hesitation without hesitation.

"That is to say, it will take nine months." Ying Zheng gently tapped the bamboo slips that were rolled up by himself and thought.

Nine months was not too long, but Ying Zheng had to consider the plan he had set. The Zhao army had been besieged by the Qin army for more than two years on the front line of the Great Wall of Zhao State. The Zhao army, which had more than 200,000, was like an endless hole, swallowing up all the resources of Zhao State.

Although Yan State has formed an alliance with Zhao State, Yan Wang Dan, who is determined to forge a new army for Yan State, has limited power to support Zhao State in the face of Yan State's national strength. Now Zhao State has fallen into a state of weakness. However, once Zhao State overcomes the crisis for three years, a new generation in Zhao State can form a large army again. Ying Zheng obviously does not want to face such a Zhao State, so he must completely take down Zhao State before Zhao State recovers.

"Nine months are too long, so I can only wait for six months." Ying Zheng said.

"Six months are not impossible, but in that case, it will eventually cause some inevitable loss to the combat power of this new army." Meng Ao Si asked.

"The battlefield is the best way to teach them. After several battles, they will be enough to become a strong army. If the veteran general doesn't have to spend too much effort on them, they will be really superior. First of all, they are soldiers from my Qin State, and then they can talk about others." Ying Zheng said lightly.

Meng Ao's meaning is of course he knew that if there was an extra three months of running-in period, then the integration problem within this army could be completely solved and the army reached its most perfect state. From the perspective of a general, this consideration was completely correct.

But Meng Ao is a general in the army, but he is not. He has to consider more issues.

As for Ying Zheng's order, the new army would fail to complete internal integration, resulting in greater casualties between the two armies. This is not important to Ying Zheng. As long as it does not affect the winning or losing of the war, he can still bear the cost of more casualties.

"No." Seeing that Ying Zheng had made a decision, Meng Ao naturally would not say anything else.

Whether it is due to the identity of the King of Qin or one thing after another in the past few years, it proves that Ying Zheng’s decision has his own loftier considerations.

"How is the veteran general in good health recently?" Ying Zheng, who had already made a decision in business affairs, changed his tone and asked about Meng Ao's private affairs.

"Report to the king, there is no problem with the old minister coming in, and..." Meng Ao said this, showing a look of wanting to speak but stopping.

Before the New Year, he had already lost time because his body was too old. For people of his age, life and death were already indifferent. Even if he died, Meng Ao would not have any regrets.

However, just when Meng Ao was able to welcome his death calmly, he sent a pill from the Qin Palace.

Although Meng Ao, who had never believed much, could not raise any interest in the pill, he really did not allow him to refuse because of the Qin Palace.

Meng Ao, who was just hard to refuse without any hope, took the pill, and what happened later completely refreshed Meng Ao's three views.

He knew very well that he had not had much time and did not know that he was sick or aging. Faced with such a situation, even if a master of medicine was about to end, it would be impossible for him to end. But just a pill pulled him back from the verge of dying. He could clearly feel that during this year, his body was slowly regaining vitality, and living for several years was not a problem at all.

But Meng Ao didn't know what method to answer Ying Zheng's question at this time. Although he had to and could only tell the truth, he was also afraid that Ying Zheng would be addicted to this.

Meng Ao knew very well how tempting life span was for a person like Ying Zheng. The king in front of him was already close enough to the Yin-Yang Taoist family. If the king looked at Yin-Yang Taoist family even more differently, Meng Ao wouldn't know whether it was good or bad.
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