In a military brainstorming session, the gap between capable strategists was not all that wide. Many factors on the battlefield affected the outcome, and even luck played a tremendous part. So it was only natural for everyone to be quite shocked when they heard the inside story I revealed.
Not to mention their surprise—even among the other generals, Zhao Jing had become something of a celebrity. Those who came from the Martial Arts Hall and the Hall of Military Studies were the elite of Heavenly City's elite: they could fight the moment they took the field, and they could devise strategies as long as they had troops. That was the most basic foundation of all. Yet this young Zhao Jing had won. Compared with the other youngsters from the southern reaches, he had emerged far too brilliantly from this battle.
"Master's words are worth more than a thousand others. In this battle, this disciple merely applied what I learned from the military records describing Master's life and campaigns... It was my first time facing such a formidable opponent, and he saw through my plan the moment I made a move. After several minor battles, I was driven to the point where I had no idea what to do. That was when I remembered the teachings in the records on unfavorable battle situations. Only then did I regain my confidence in victory and struggle desperately through the headwind, stirring up the people's support. In the end, I only managed to win by a narrow margin..." Zhao Jing said with a bitter smile.
"You won against one of the top three from the Hall of Military Studies with a single military record... My god." Shen Jinzhao stared at Zhao Jing in shock, then hurriedly said, "I memorized that record of Master's major