Debauchery and War

Seeing Du Xuan pick up this book instead of eating breakfast, Huangfu Yixiang was immediately surprised: "You're interested in this?"
In most people's minds, male concubines, besides being sexually potent and handsome, were usually just pleasure-seeking, short-sighted, and hedonistic young men who only knew how to eat, drink, and be merry. Who would be interested in things like war studies?
Seeing Huangfu Yixiang's surprised expression, Du Xuan didn't sense anything unusual. Instead, he looked puzzled: "Is this strange?"
"Not really, but this is..." Huangfu Yixiang was a little embarrassed by Du Xuan's question and didn't know how to answer.
Du Xuan carefully flipped through the book a couple of times, then looked up at Huangfu Yixiang: "There are many parts here that I don't quite understand. Could you explain them to me a little?"
"What did you say?" Huangfu Yixiang even doubted whether she had misheard. A male concubine would actually ask to learn something on his own initiative? This was simply unimaginable.
Du Xuan still wore a puzzled expression: "I want you to explain it to me? Is that alright?"
Well, it seems this male concubine is no ordinary man; perhaps he was once an intellectual who was forced into this role. Thinking this, Huangfu Yixiang composed herself, forcibly suppressing her inner doubts, and said to Du Xuan, "Sure, but eat your breakfast first, or it'll get cold."
"Okay," Du Xuan replied, then grabbed a piece of bread, ignoring the knife and fork beside him, and stuffed it directly into his mouth. However, because it was so big, Du Xuan couldn't chew it properly for a moment, so he could only puff out his cheeks and look at Huangfu Yixiang with an innocent expression.
"Haha," Huangfu Yixiang chuckled twice, reaching out to pat Du Xuan's back with concern. With her other hand, she picked up a glass of milk from the table and offered it to Du Xuan. "Don't rush, come on, have some milk to soothe your nerves."
Du Xuan took the milk, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. The bread in his mouth indeed shrank considerably. After a few hasty chews, Du Xuan forced the bread down his throat and said to Huangfu Yixiang, "Let's begin."
Huangfu Yixiang rubbed her forehead, a slight smile playing on her lips. "There's still the fried egg."
"Oh, okay." Du Xuan picked up the plate, tilted it slightly, and the slick fried egg fell into his mouth. He chewed briefly and swallowed it whole. Then, looking at Huangfu Yixiang again, he mumbled, "Hurry up."
"Okay, coming right away," Huangfu Yixiang replied. "I just can't do anything with you." With that, she went to the storage room, pulled out a small blackboard, took a small stick from under the base, stretched it out, and lightly tapped the blackboard. She winked at Du Xuan and said, "Pay attention, this general is about to begin her lesson."
"Okay!" Du Xuan sat obediently on the bed like a kindergarten student.
"First, we'll start with this book, 'The History of Imperial Wars.' This book, of course, was written by Huangfu Yixiang herself, who is known as the Empire's number one literary general. It's the culmination of my years of dedicated research into imperial wars."
As she spoke, Huangfu Yixiang gave Du Xuan a smug look.
Du Xuan, however, didn't react much, only nodding woodenly and saying, "Mmm."
Huangfu Yixiang coughed awkwardly twice, deliberately raising her voice a few decibels: "Ahem, since ancient times, the Demon and God races have been at odds, as everyone knows. Over the long term, the two races have experienced countless battles, large and small. Although the Demon race has always been at a disadvantage, neither has ultimately been able to defeat the other. Why is that? According to my research, the main reason is the overall quality of the army, that is, insufficient discipline.
In fact, in terms of individual combat ability, the God race is inferior to the Demon race, but the fundamental reason why they have been able to suppress the Demon race for so many years without defeat is their ability to sustain combat. This has been perfectly proven after almost every battle. Take Morobi four years ago, for example." In the Battle of Morobyburg, the demon army numbered only 20,000, yet dared to rashly attack Morobyburg, which was heavily fortified by hundreds of thousands of troops. Although the demons ultimately won, the cost was extremely high. Of their 20,000 elite soldiers, only less than 8,000 remained, and most of those killed were high-ranking officers. Within half a day of the demons occupying Morobyburg, the gods unexpectedly launched a counterattack, annihilating the demons within the city.
Of course, a large part of this was due to the demon generals' negligence after the battle, but it's worth noting how the gods managed to gather effective forces in such a short time and successfully turn the tide against the demons. "How did they do that?" Du Xuan tilted his head like a curious child, his eyes filled with doubt.
“Among the gods, there is a special type of soldier called Holy Light Masters. They lack combat abilities, but can directly summon holy light to heal wounded soldiers. This treatment is dozens of times more effective than conventional treatment. More deadly, they can also amplify soldiers' combat abilities for a short period of time. Imagine the plight the demons, who rely solely on brute force, would be forced into on the battlefield under the large-scale application of this tactic.”
“Don’t the demons have such soldiers?” Du Xuan stroked his chin, looking thoughtful, and he seemed to have the air of a general.
Huangfu Yixiang sighed helplessly: “Unfortunately, due to the different cultural backgrounds of the two races, the demons, who revere force, take pride in being wounded. Being healed is seen as a symbol of shame by those soldiers. Therefore, such soldiers have no place in the demon race, let alone play a role on the battlefield.”
“So, the demons have always used this spirit of sacrifice to alleviate soldier attrition?” Du Xuan seemed to have suddenly grasped the key to the problem and became excited.
Upon hearing this, Huangfu Yixiang's eyes lit up, and she said eagerly, "Yes, you're absolutely right! The Demon Clan has always adhered to an elite management style, striving to salvage the situation through individual strength. This is evident in their recruitment of new soldiers. If you look closely at the figures revered as heroes throughout the empire's history, they all possess some of these traits. In contrast, the God Clan emphasizes teamwork. Their leaders throughout history have all been leadership talents with strong organizational abilities, unlike the Demon Clan, who are all fierce generals who conquer all corners of the land."
"So you mean the Demon Clan is going to undergo a reform?" Although he hadn't read many books, Du Xuan still knew a little about these things. After all, he had spent so much time at the Meidu Hotel, and when he had nothing to do, he would often think about these seemingly "irrelevant" questions.
"Not only do we need reforms, but we also need to create entirely new systems in terms of the constitution, discipline, and talent selection. Only by breaking this rigid situation can the Demon Clan have a chance to turn the tide!" Huangfu Yixiang became more and more agitated as she spoke, even becoming somewhat frantic. She walked to the bedside, placed her hands on Du Xuan's shoulders, and looked at him with resolute eyes, saying, "Don't you think this autocratic system has stifled so many talents!"
In contrast, Du Xuan was much calmer. He looked into Huangfu Yixiang's eyes, pondered for a while, and then said, "I don't think so."
"Why?" Huangfu Yixiang was initially taken aback, but after all, she was the Empire's top civil official who had once debated with a group of scholars. Immediately, she adopted a listening posture and said, "Tell me your reasons."
"First of all, the reason why the Demon Race has been able to stand on equal footing with the God Race for so many years is because of this fearless spirit of sacrifice. If we rashly reform, it will inevitably lead to a shake-up of morale, the loss of our original advantages, and a passive position, which would be extremely disadvantageous for us. Moreover, from what you just said, the Demon Race's fighting style is mostly fast, accurate, and ruthless, and their tactics emphasize surprise attacks. In this light, if we directly imitate the God Race's management style, the result may very well be the opposite. For now, we should make better use of our existing advantages to win short-term victories to maintain a stable situation. Only under this premise can we consider long-term development."
Du Xuan's sudden outburst caught Huangfu Yixiang off guard. She stood there, stunned, for a long time before finally snapping out of it, staring at Du Xuan with disbelief. "Did you ever go to school?"
Du Xuan didn't understand why Huangfu Yixiang was asking this, but he honestly replied, "Yes, but after fourth grade, the school was blown up by the Divine Knights. After that, my mother brought me to the capital."
"A genius!" Huangfu Yixiang exclaimed, running excitedly to his side, cupping his face, and pecking at it repeatedly, like a woodpecker.
Du Xuan, confused, could barely keep his eyes open from Huangfu Yixiang's kisses. He quickly called out, "Stop, stop for a second."
Hearing this, Huangfu Yixiang stopped, but her hands still cupped Du Xuan's face. She gazed at him tenderly, her eyes filled with affection, and then kissed him forcefully again.
This time, her kiss was deep and long, her hands constantly caressing Du Xuan's upper body. She took a step forward, her breasts pressing against his chest.
Du Xuan responded enthusiastically, feeling the erect nipples against his chest. His tongue roamed the edges of Huangfu Yixiang's moist mouth, seeking deeper exploration. One hand, too, wandered down her abdomen towards Huangfu Yixiang's crotch.
Du Xuan extended a finger, gently stroking her thin labia, a trickle of slippery vaginal fluid spreading out.
Suddenly, Huangfu Yixiang grabbed Du Xuan, as if remembering something, her expression extremely serious.
"Oh, right! Wait a moment!"
With that, Huangfu Yixiang dashed away, leaving Du Xuan sitting bewildered on the bed, still in the same position, his fingers covered in clear vaginal fluid.

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