Feng Da Sima found that even though he had been in ancient times for so many years, in some places he still could not fully understand the thoughts, or ways of thinking, of ancient people.
For example, now.
Feng never thought that Sima Yi, who laid the foundation for Sima Jin and was also very influential in history, would surrender under such circumstances.
He also knew that Sima Yi would not surrender now.
But Jiang Wan, a real ancient person, was different.
He feels that the big man has a great advantage now.
It would not be surprising at all if Sima Yi wanted to surrender to the Han Dynasty.
This difference in thinking made Feng Dashima very interesting, and even made him couldn't help but laugh again:
"Chiang Gong dares to think! Think about Sima Yi. Not only is he a veteran of the Wei State, he now has 200,000 elite soldiers in his hands. He is also sitting on the land of Hebei due to the natural dangers of Taihang. How could he surrender if he had not reached a dead end?"
When Jiang Wan heard that Sima Yi was not surrendering, he had a slightly disappointed look on his face, but he quickly adjusted and smiled to himself:
“Yes, I was also confused for a moment and took it for granted.”
He looked at Feng Da Sima again with some doubts:
"However, Luoyang is the old capital of the Han Dynasty, but it can also be regarded as the capital of the puppet Wei Dynasty. If Sima Yi takes the initiative to give up Luoyang, what is the difference from coming to surrender?"
When mentioning this, Feng Da Sima also put a smile on his face and said seriously:
"He can't hold it anymore, and he doesn't want to waste his troops in Luoyang, let alone lose his troops and generals when he knows he will lose."
"From this point of view, this person is determined to make a decision and is determined. He is by no means a simple person. How can he surrender easily?"
At that moment, he explained in detail Sima Yi's plan of "diversion of disaster to the east".
After listening to this, Jiang Wan couldn’t help but sigh:
"I see."
Then he shook his head again:
"Even if this person is not a simple person as stated clearly, his mind is too selfish and narrow-minded. Even if he can take advantage of the situation, he may not be able to last long."
“The Pseudo Wei used such figures as ministers, and it seems that their strength has been exhausted.”
At this point, he smiled again:
“But this can be considered a blessing for the great man.”
Feng Dashima nodded in agreement:
“When it comes to worldly matters, ranging from a person’s settling down and establishing a life to a country’s establishment of a foundation, it is best to work down-to-earth, lay a solid foundation, and persevere in hard work to create achievements.”
“As the saying goes, if the foundation is unstable, the earth will shake. If you are opportunistic, even if you can succeed for a while, it will not last long. Even if you use your strength and wisdom to delay the time, once it backfires, sooner or later it will be a disaster for future generations."
"Great kindness!" Jiang Wan showed admiration on his face, "Da Sima has such insight, why should the great man be worried?"
“Although Sima Yi used cunning to obtain a temporary opportunity and tried to delay the situation with his own strength, he was nothing more than a clown in the face of the general situation.”
At Jiang Wan's words, Feng Da Sima smiled.
Thinking of Sima Yiyuan's performance in history, and then looking at his current performance, it is amazing.
But one thing has not changed.
That is his family nature in his heart.
When there is no profit, discard it like worn out shoes.
There is no limit when it comes to profit - sometimes it's just for personal gain.
It happens that these aristocratic families control most of the social resources in the world.
It would be okay if there was peace and singing and dancing in the world, hello to you, hello to me, hello to everyone.
If we encounter a turning point in China's history, or even an existential crisis, can you count on these guys to stand up and turn the tide?
It has always been the common people who create and inherit history.
Without the support of the people, no matter how top-notch the figures are, they are like water without a source or a tree without roots.
Therefore, all wise and superior people know the truth that "water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it."
“Sima Yi first abandoned the garrison of Guanzhong and then abandoned the garrison of Luoyang. Although there are reasons for having to abandon the garrison, it can also be seen that this person is probably not someone who can fight to the death for the puppet Wei.”
Sima Yi may still be considered a loyal minister of Cao Wei, but this kind of loyal minister is because he still has room for choice.
Jiang Wan reminded: "Having said that, I have to admit that this person is indeed intelligent. Regarding Luoyang's affairs, we should be more careful in writing to prevent fraud."
Feng Da Sima smiled and said:
"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang. If Mr. Jiang doesn't say anything, I've forgotten that I brought something with me this time."
“I believe that after Jiang Gong saw it, he would have more confidence in the three-pronged Han Dynasty.”
"Oh?" Jiang Wan was indeed intrigued by Feng Da Sima's words and asked, "What is it?"
Feng Da Sima turned to the outside of the house and ordered: "Come here, bring the things up."
Soon someone came up with something.
Jiang Wan's eyes were quickly attracted by this object.
Feng Da Sima picked up the piece of steel plate from the guard's hand, then bent his fingers and tapped on it.
“Dang! Dang! Dang!”
Looking at Jiang Wan again:
“Can Mr. Jiang see how this piece of fine iron is different from the fine iron he has seen in the past?”
As the chief steward of the Han Dynasty, Jiang Wan is well aware of national strategic materials such as refined iron.
Hence, he could see at a glance what was special about Feng Da Sima’s piece of fine iron: “So light?”
Feng Da Sima smiled slightly, handed the fine iron in his hand to the guard, and raised his chin to signal.
The guard understood and tied the fine iron to his chest and abdomen.
Feng Da Sima made a clang sound and pulled out the weapon he was wearing.
Hold up the knife and tap the blade lightly with your fingers.
The sword made a slight trembling sound, like the roar of a dragon.
“A thousand-refined sword is worth ten thousand gold. It can be said that one refining is more than ten gold.”
Feng Da Sima stroked the blade, and the reflection of the blade reflected on his face:
“The great craftsman Pu Yidu (Pu Yuan) once used this knife to split a bamboo tube filled with iron beads, and it was hailed as a magic knife.”
After finishing speaking, Feng Da Sima raised his sword and slashed towards the guard.
Under Feng Da Sima's standard military chopping action, the blade of the sword looked as if it had been practiced in vain, and it was as powerful as a frightening dragon.
Only heard a harsh friction sound, and at the same time, a spark shot out from the guard's chest and abdomen!
The Thousand Refined Zhanma Sword, which is said to cut iron like clay, actually only left a not-so-deep scratch on this piece of fine iron.
After Jiang Wan saw it clearly, his eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously sat up from the couch.
“Here comes the gun!”
Although the spear is a short spear, not a long spear that is more than ten feet long, the body of the spear is made of solid hardwood, and the spear head is the most suitable for assassination among the Han army.
Feng Dashima took a few steps back and took a deep breath.
Although his martial arts skills are not very good, under the supervision of General Guan all the year round, he still has considerable strength.
With a soft drink, he suddenly raised his gun and rushed forward, stabbing the guard hard.
The guard was unsteady and staggered back a few steps, but he quickly regained his footing and was unscathed. There was only a slight dent in the fine iron on his chest and abdomen.
Jiang Wan's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he waved:
“Quick, bring it to me and take a closer look!”
After the guard put the fine iron piece on the couch, Jiang Wan tried to take it. As expected, it was not heavy.
At least it is already lighter than the fine iron used in the army today.
The key is that it is relatively thin. Obviously, its protective power does not depend on thickness, but on hardness and toughness.
“Wow, so irony!”
Jiang Wan looked over and over again and kept praising:
"It's not heavy and has good protection. In this way, it can not only save the soldiers' physical strength, but also save their lives. Okay! Where did this thing come from?"
Feng Dashima replied:
According to Amei, this is a sealed experimental failure.
This thing is really not qualified for building a steam engine.
But Amei has been designing weapons for the military all year round. He saw at a glance that this thing had great potential, so he brought it back specially.
Jiang Wan was not surprised to hear that it was produced in Jiuyuan.
After all, in the past few years, half of the iron tools needed by the Han army have been supplied by the Xinghan Hui.
The supply of goods from Jiuyuan and Heping City accounted for at least 30%.
Then he suddenly thought of something and raised his head suspiciously:
“How much does this fine iron cost?”
Will Feng Dashima make money?
That will definitely happen.
But it will also cost money.
Jiang Wan, who had been the steward of the Han Dynasty from the prime minister to Feng Mou, was well aware of the changes in military expenditure in the Han Dynasty in the past twenty years.
That’s really getting higher year by year.
The Battle of Shangdang was the first battle after the Han Dynasty reformed its military system.
The Eighth Army of Guanzhong was dispatched collectively, which almost bankrupted the credibility of Jiang Wan, who had always had enough food and clothing during the prime minister's era.
This piece of fine iron doesn’t look like a bargain…
Feng Da Sima put away his sword and gun and coughed:
“Not too cheap.”
Then before Jiang Wan spoke again, he quickly explained:
"But don't worry, Mr. Jiang, I do intend to use this fine iron to build a group of elite soldiers fully armored..."
“Fully armored?”
"Yes, it is covered with armor from head to toe. It is invulnerable to weapons and bullets, and is difficult to use with bows and crossbows. It is used for charging into battles. Please take a look at it, Mr. Jiang."
Feng came prepared and sent everyone out before taking out a piece of paper and showing it to Jiang Wan.
Jiang Wan felt a twitch in his heart when he saw the picture on it of a guy who was wrapped in iron sheets from head to toe, with only half of his face showing very stingily.
His eyes fell on the fine iron on the couch again.
Wearing armor all over your body was something that was unimaginable before.
The current armor rate among the Han army is quite high.
But if it comes to being fully armored, he has never seen one before.
Because iron is too heavy, if the armor made of iron covers the whole body, it will not only consume too much physical strength, but also make movement inconvenient.
In battle, if you have no physical strength and difficulty in moving, what's the use of having high protection?
Hence, the armor worn by soldiers must strike a balance between protective power and combat effectiveness.
But think about it, if such a group of armored infantry who are invulnerable and not afraid of crossbows suddenly appeared in front of the formation, it would be really difficult to deal with it unless the rebel army was prepared in advance.
At least in Jiang Wan's imagination, even the elite infantry of the Han Dynasty would be difficult to defeat such armored infantry in a frontal battle.
Unless the armored cavalry is dispatched.
After thinking about it again and again, Jiang Wan finally asked hesitantly: "Is it feasible?"
“Whether it’s feasible or not, you’ll never know until you try it.”
Seeing Jiang Wan’s unkind expression, Feng Da Sima immediately changed his words:
"But after my calculations, I think it's not bad. This kind of full-body armor made of fine iron is heavier than the current Modao Battalion in the army."
“And even if that doesn’t work, in fact, this kind of fine iron can be mixed and matched with chain mail, which can also reduce the weight of the soldiers and improve their protection.”
As Feng Dashima spoke, he took out another piece of paper.
It is a mix of plate armor, zha armor, and chain mail.
Seeing this drawing, Jiang Wan's expression returned to normal and he nodded.
Seeing Jiang Wan nod, Feng Da Sima quickly asked:
“Mr. Jiang agreed?”
In fact, by bypassing the chancellery, Feng Da Sima could use the financial resources of the Xinghan Society to create the armored infantry of his own imagination according to his own wishes.
But using private money to subsidize the country, Feng Dasima did it because he was out of his mind.
Besides, if Xinghan would privately build such a batch of armor, then it would be either counter-intuitive or counter-intuitive.
“As Da Sima said, you always have to try to find out. It’s just...”
Jiang Wan hesitated for a moment and then asked:
“But I don’t know how many of these armored infantry Da Sima plans to form?”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Jiang, the troops will be more sophisticated than numerous. There will not be more than a thousand of these armored infantry, and there may even be only a few hundred.”
This is used to break through the formation.
To form too many units will not only cause a huge financial burden, but may also not be able to select enough qualified infantry.
Hearing this number, Jiang Wan was completely relieved.
“Of course, Da Sima knows more about military matters than I do. Since Da Sima is willing to give it a try, then let’s give it a try.”
This matter is regarded as being accepted.
“It’s about Luoyang. What is Da Sima going to do?”
"Leave this matter to Jiang Boyue. It is most convenient for him and Liu Xiuran to lead the army at Hangu Pass."
Feng Da Sima casually said, "Sending someone else from Chang'an seems to distrust them both."
Jiang Wan had no objection to this.
After all, Jiang Boyue can be regarded as the prime minister's favorite young generation. There are rumors that both he and Feng Mingwen were taught the art of war by the prime minister.
"In the Battle of Guanzhong, I remember that Jiang Boyue was the first to lead the army to Chang'an City, right?"
Jiang Wan said pointedly, "If he is sent there again this time, even if he has little military success, the credit for recovering the old capital of Luoyang will be considerable."
Feng Da Sima didn’t know whether he heard the meaning of Jiang Wan’s words, but just smiled:
“It is precisely because he was the first to arrive at Chang’an City that we asked him to go to Luoyang this time.”
Although Jiang Boyue was the first to arrive at Chang'an City last time, he did not have the chance to enter the city. Instead, he was transferred by the Prime Minister to block Deng Ai.
The prime minister also specially called him over to enter the city together.
This time to regain Luoyang, even if it was Feng Da Sima who gave it back to Jiang Boyue.
No matter what, you have your own contribution as a leader, there is no need to take the credit from those below you.
“Defeating the enemy at Qiaoshan, exterminating the thieves at Jingshui, sneaking across Sangchouyuan, and regaining Luoyang, it seems that Da Sima, like the prime minister, is very optimistic about Jiang Boyue.”
"If this continues, I'm afraid he will become the number one person in the army under Da Sima."
Feng Da Sima shook his head: "He can't do it."
Jiang Wan was startled.
“We’ll wait until General Zhendong gets tired of military affairs and is willing to take off his armor and put on red makeup.”
When Jiang Wan heard this, he laughed so hard that tears came out.
In the end, the fine iron was even banged.
“You, you…”
Jiang Wan pointed at Feng Da Sima and shook his head helplessly.
Thinking about it this way, Jiang Boyue is quite miserable.
Guan Zhendong has the support of Feng Da Sima, and Jiang Boyue may not be able to surpass him in his lifetime.
After all, tens of thousands of cavalry swept through Bingzhou and Hedong, which is enough for Jiang Boyue to look up to.
—
In September of the sixth year of Yanxi, a secret letter was sent to Hangu Pass.
After reading it, Jiang Wei couldn't help but smash the case and his face flushed with excitement:
“My great work has come!”