Surrounded by a group of soldiers, Zhuang Li climbed to the high platform and looked at the battlefield.
The sound of the war drums rumbled, like the rolling thunder in the sky, and the foreign coalition forces of Jin State rushed forward in the direction of the spread of the thunder. The Mongolian army rushed to the ground.
The Mongol army tried to use the tactics they were best at, fighting and running to lure the enemy deeper.
But the Jin army did not follow suit at all.
The Mongolian cavalry stepped forward to harass, and the Jin army quickly gathered the small phalanxes into a large phalanx, holding spears and stabbing them.
The Mongolian cavalry, scattered into several small teams, couldn't get any better under the dense spearheads, so they could only pretend to be invincible, turned their heads and ran back, trying to lure the Jin army to rush up.
However, the thunderous war drums suddenly stopped at this time, and the Jin army, who was about to chase forward, immediately stood in place, making the defense of this side indestructible.
Seeing that the Mongolian cavalry could not move them, they had to run back to harass them again.
Just at this moment, the drums that had stopped for a while suddenly rang out, so the Jin army, which was stuck in place, rushed forward desperately.
The Mongolian iron cavalry, which once smashed countless territories and was terrifying, was defeated by the Jin army after only a few rounds. How can the remaining infantry of less than 100,000 people be the opponent of the 450,000 Jin army
Just as Zhuang Li had predicted before, when the ratio of one's own troops to the enemy's troops reached 5:1 or more, all strategies and tactics would be ineffective, and the number of troops would become the absolute advantage for one's own side to win.
This is the ironclad mathematical law of the causal sequence of the war cycle, and it is also the place where countless military geniuses have fallen into the sand.
"Have you seen it?" Zhuang Li pointed to the Mongolian army who was strangled by the Jin army like a sickle cutting wheat on the battlefield, and said slowly: "When the numerical advantage we have gained in the war is large enough, the influence of tactics and techniques will be affected. The force will be compressed to a minimum."
The generals carefully watched the situation on the battlefield and couldn't help nodding in sympathy.
Zhuang Li added: "From now on, I want you to act only in accordance with this strategic idea, that is, you can only join the battle when your own troops are more than three times the enemy's strength, otherwise you would rather retreat. This is not cowardice, but A strategy to preserve power. Never go against this idea unless you have to fight a battle."
"If you do this, you will also become the god of war who will win every battle." Zhuang Li said slowly, looking around the crowd.
He seemed to have a demagogic magic about him, which made everyone feel hot.
The second Huai first raised his hands and shouted: "The last general will follow the teachings of the military teacher!"
"The last commander will definitely follow the words of the military advisor!"
"The last will learn another trick!"
"… "
The rest of the generals also spoke excitedly one by one, developing an incomparably fanatical interest in marching and fighting.
Le Zhengming looked around at the group of soldiers who had completely changed their faces, and couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled. He turned his head to look at the little curly hair, with an indescribable tenderness in his eyes, and found that a cool wind ruffled the little curly hair on his temples, he stretched out his hand and gently brushed it for him, and pinched his thin film with his fingertips. earlobe.
Last night, Le Zhengming quietly left a bright red mark behind the round earlobe. He wanted to put a mark on this man so he wouldn't be found again from now on.
Zhuang Li glanced at him with a smile, then looked at the battlefield under the high platform, and said solemnly: "Before every war, you not only think about how to win, but also plan how to win with the least cost. In other words, you You must protect your soldiers with the utmost strength, and if you can, none of them can be missing."
"Master Military Master is right! Every comrade is our relatives, and none of us can be missing!" Someone echoed.
The rest of the eyes and nose were sore.
Zhuang Li walked to the high platform and spoke more slowly: "Whenever I start a war, the first thing I will think about is this question, how to win with zero casualties?"
The generals who were almost crying were stunned. Every time you start a battle, you will win with zero casualties. The strategist can really think about it!
"If a general doesn't think that way when arranging strategy and tactics, he's not a qualified general."
Zhuang Li turned around, looked at Le Zhengming with gentle eyes, and said slowly: "Use the blood of the soldiers to smear his brilliant achievements, one day, this general will be backlashed by more blood. You ask carefully. Ask General Le Zheng, does he think so? Why does he rush to the front every time he starts a war?"
Everyone's eyes also fell on Le Zhengming, and then the corners of his eyes gradually became wet.
The general rushed to the forefront every time he fought, and even risked his life many times to enter the enemy camp, directly taking the head of the commander, and ending a battle ahead of schedule. Isn't he doing his best to protect everyone? He is trading his own life for the survival of the vast majority of soldiers!
"General, I will follow you for the rest of my life!" Second Huai fell to his knees with a plop, holding Le Zhengming's thigh and wiping away his tears.
The others were about to kneel along, but were stopped by Le Zhengming raising his hand.
He grabbed the second child of Huai and scolded him coldly: "Be my soldier, your knees can't be soft!"
Second Huai immediately straightened his back and puffed out his chest.
Zhuang Li looked at them with a smile, and said slowly: "So, in the future, when you can guard one side, you should think the same way."
"The last commander knows, Master Xie Junshi taught me!" Everyone hurriedly agreed, completely surrendering in their hearts.
Zhuang Li turned to look at the battlefield, and said, "Victory with zero casualties is the highest level of tactics. And zero casualty battles are roughly divided into seven types, namely sneak attack, stealth, Weapon generation difference type, war-dimensional inclusion type, strong shield type, collapse type, exhaustion type. When you go to the battlefield, you can easily win by creating these seven conditions.
"Sneak attack type needs no explanation, you should all understand." Zhuang Li asked with interest: "You must have done sneak attack on enemy camps in the middle of the night, right?"
The generals immediately became excited, and said in a loud voice, "Have done it!"
"That battle was really cool! The general took us twenty or so people and killed 300 Hu people!"
"We also burned the Hu people's camp and fodder! Except for the second Huai's minor injury, everyone is fine!"
"The sneak attack type is really powerful, what about the stealth type?"
Zhuang Li replied: "The stealth type, as the name suggests, is to hide oneself. Mountain bandits hide in the jungle and shoot the imperial bandit army with secret arrows. This is the model. Mountain bandits can often repel thousands or even tens of thousands at a very small price. A crowd of bandits."
"Master Counselor is right! That's why there is a saying among the people that a strong dragon does not overwhelm the local snakes!" Second Huai shouted with his palms.
The rest of the people nodded sympathetically.
Zhuang Li explained one by one: "The difference in weapons is simpler. If you hold a sword, a sword and a halberd to fight a group of bandits carrying stones, the result will only be that the bandits will be wiped out, because There is a huge generation gap between stones and swords, swords and halberds, just like a grandson meets a grandfather."
"Yes, yes, that's the truth!" Everyone understood as soon as they heard it, and couldn't help but nodded.
"The war-dimensional inclusion type is somewhat similar to the weapon substitution type. Both rely on the advantages of weapons and equipment to win victory, but both sides use the same weapons, such as bows and arrows. One of them has greatly improved the range, so that its own war-dimension is completely covered. The opponent, and then wiped out the opponent at the cost of zero casualties."
"I understand, it's like we shot the Jie people with arrows in Guandu, but the Jie people didn't dare to shoot us with arrows at all. That's the war-dimensional inclusion type, right?" A general immediately commented.
"You are right. The strong shield type uses light armor, heavy armor, shields, fortresses, tunnels and other protective equipment to reduce casualties. The Mongols' heavy armored cavalry is a classic use of this tactic.
"Crash and exhaustion, it's now."
Zhuang Li pointed at the remnants of the Mongolian army who had been killed by the Jin people and fled, and said with a chuckle: "When the hope of victory is completely wiped out and the shadow of death hangs over the hearts of every soldier, they will fall into collapse. Then there is no intention to fight. When the last arrow is fired, the sharp sword is also blunt, and the army with exhausted resources can only let the enemy kill it."
"Look at the Mongols below. What they are encountering is the collapse and exhaustion type of battle. At this time, Jin's army will hardly have any new casualties." Zhuang Li waved his hand slightly, and the broad sleeves It swept across the bloody battlefield below.
It's just that most of the blood was shed by the Mongols, and the soldiers of Jin State were burying their heads and rushing forward to the sound of the thunderous drums. No one fell, they chopped up the Mongols to shit.
Zhuang Li watched this scene with satisfaction and chuckled: "Now I will teach you another strategy. When the enemy's destruction rate is greatly reduced due to exhaustion or collapse, sending a reserve team can quickly increase our army's destruction rate and The number of combatants, and these two variables are the key to winning or losing.
"In other words, at the current timing, if our army suddenly adds a reserve team to the battle, then our army's destruction rate will increase to more than 30%, and the force will return to its initial state.
"And the enemy's destruction rate has dropped to less than 2%, and the force is only one-third or even less of the original. A conclusion can be drawn with the calculation of the war equation - our army will appear in the reserve team. An instant victory, and a victory with zero casualties."
"The flexible use of the reserve team is also one of the secrets to victory in a hundred battles. I said so much, do you understand what I mean?" Zhuang Li turned around and looked around at the generals.
Second Huai shouted, "Understood!"
The rest of the people also nodded vigorously to show their wisdom.
Everyone stood still.
Le Zhengming supported his forehead, feeling very helpless, and finally took the little curly hair into his arms, patted his back lightly, and whispered softly, "Wait for me here, I'll be back soon!"
He turned his head to look at the group of old and rude, his expression and tone became very cold: "I understand, why don't you go to order troops? We are the reserve team in the mouth of the military commander! We want to harvest the results of the Mongols and Jin people at the last moment! This victory belongs to us!"
The generals were stunned for a few breaths before they came to their senses, and suddenly let out an excited wolf howl: "Aiya, the strategist is too sinister! Let's go down to fight! Brothers, rush!"
Everyone scrambled to run down the high platform, roaring all the way. Le Zhengming was about to hug the little curly hair again, but saw the other party jump on his back all of a sudden, his hands and feet were tightly twisted, and he couldn't tear it off.
"Don't make trouble, there's a war going on right now!" Le Zhengming reprimanded, but his heart was sweeter than eating honey. He knew that the little curly hair couldn't bear to himself.
"Take me with you. You promised me that you would never leave me alone again." Zhuang Li is not the kind of poor little guy who stays in a safe place and waits for others to work hard for him. He was afraid of death only because he feared that he died worthless, not because he was weak and incompetent.
"It's not bad to die with you." - Somehow, Le Zhengming suddenly heard the words Xiao Curly Mao once said in Ye Feng, and his heart suddenly ached.
This pain is not mixed with any negative emotions, but because of the huge, sudden burst of joy and joy.
He knew that the boy's feelings for him did not stem from physical pleasure, nor was it a momentary fresh curiosity, nor did he want to find a backer to live well. Teenagers like themselves, they are genuine and desperate.
And his heart for the young man is the same...
"Go, brother will take you to the war!" Le Zhengming firmly supported the person behind him and strode forward.
The Jin army only needed to persist for a few quarters of an hour to completely defeat the Mongolian iron cavalry, but at the last moment was intercepted by Le Zhengming's army of 150,000.
When the Mongolian army saw the new aggressive army, they couldn't help being scared out of their wits. They turned around immediately, fled the battlefield, and quickly climbed over a few hills and headed for the prairie to the west. Across that steppe, the Mongols will return to their homeland.
"Chase! Don't let them run away!" Le Zhengming galloped on his horse, followed by a sea of people.
And the Mongols only had a few remnants left, and they fled with their commander in their arms.
The Jin army did not realize that their victory had been harvested, and they all lay on the spot one by one, emitting laughter for the rest of their lives. The person in charge of playing the drums was a general of the state of Wei. He tossed the drumstick behind his head, pulled a warhorse, and chased his comrade away.
Half an hour later, Le Zhengming brought his own private soldiers to victory, how many people left and how many people came back, and there were no casualties.
The Mongols are only looking forward to running, how dare they turn around and fight against this energetic and high morale army? Isn't that looking for death? Moreover, they have exhausted all the arrows, and it has become a delusion to take a few arrows.
Le Zhengming raised his arms high and showed his victory to all Jin soldiers.
There was a horrified silence in the field.
I saw that he was holding a blood-stained head in his hand. Although he could not distinguish his facial features, he could tell from the tail feather of a golden eagle inserted diagonally on his temple—that was the commander-in-chief of the Mongolian Iron Cavalry and the only Mongolian Khan King. Son of Prince Chirkhan, the future monarch of Mongolia.
Exhausted from exhaustion, and scared to the core, the Jin soldiers suddenly cheered in ecstasy. They don't even know how they survived, they just feel that Le Zhengming, who came down from the sky, is the god who redeemed them.
Zhuang Li sat in a chariot, watching the scene quietly through the bamboo curtain, and then chuckled softly. The person he wants to protect will eventually become the lord of this land.
7480 also looked out secretly. At first, it was only a little uncomfortable. Scanning the facial features of the head and identifying the identity of the other party, it seemed that he had been struck by lightning, and the entire core program was about to crack.
"Ah! That's Chierhan! The iron-blooded monarch who will unite the desert in the future! Master, you, you, you killed him?"
7480 retreated again and again, staggered a few times, and finally slid down against the wall of the small black house, his eyes were hopelessly empty.
The script is broken again!
In the original plot, this Chierhan is one of the golden fingers of Zhuang Xu, the son of destiny.
Zhuang Xu captured Chierhan alive in this battle of Jin, and finally let him go against all the opinions, saying that he could not bear to kill such a heroic and extraordinary figure, and also said that if God made a hero list, Chierhan There must be a place.
Chierhan was convinced by Zhuang Xu's resourcefulness and mind, and promised to help him unconditionally in the future.
Therefore, when the Mongolian iron cavalry was about to break through the territory of Wei, it was Zhuang Xu who asked Chierhan to withdraw and signed a ten-year non-aggression pact. This bought enough time for the ninth prince, and his prestige in the state of Wei was greatly improved.
Later, it was through this short period of stability that the Ninth Prince was able to defeat all countries and unify the Central Plains.
After establishing a unified country, the ninth prince began to fear Zhuang Xugong Gao Zhenzhu and wanted to get rid of the other party. Seeing the clue, Zhuang Xu ran outside the gate overnight, defected to Chierhan, and helped Chierhan defeat the ninth prince and dominate the continent.
Chierhan was a tyrant who treated the Han Chinese as cattle, pigs and dogs, and slaves, but he never regarded them as human beings. The Mongolian nobles under his command also killed the Han people if they wanted to, and showed no mercy. So the land fell into a deeper disaster.
But what does that have to do with Zhuang Xu? He was respected as a teacher by Chierhan all his life, regarded as a close friend, and lived a high and carefree life. The compatriots who crawl at his feet will only be regarded by him as filthy and vile dirt.
7480 lied to the host, in fact, the real son of destiny is Zhuang Xu, not the ninth prince.
The Ninth Prince is just a shield for Zhuang Xu.
However, this little cleverness of the 7480 did not play any role at all.
As soon as the host made a move, he killed Zhuang Xu's biggest support, and even cut off Zhuang Xu's future road to the future. The world seemed to have collapsed to the point where he didn't even know the mother of the Lord God!