On the second day, Zong Zhilian went to find Wei Ling and said that he wanted to see the power of the Xuanwu female general.
"Since it was Prince Zong who made the request, the general will definitely try his best to temporarily maintain the power of Xuanwu." Wei Ling had a good impression of Zong Zhilian, who had just risen recently, and agreed wholeheartedly. I don't know if it's because of her handsomeness or because of her sudden promotion of status, anyway, she agreed and didn't even blame her for not taking her to the birthday banquet yesterday.
And her name is Prince Zong, which is very interesting.
"It's good to be tall, handsome and rich." Wu Zhe felt a little bit like eating. Of course, it's not because of Zong Zhilian or Wei Ling's jealousy, but envy Zong Zhilian's handsome looks and being popular with girls, but he is hated by a jealous girl like Wei Ling. If he had transmigrated into a handsome guy, maybe Wei Ling wouldn't be so hostile to him.
"Xuanwu soldiers assemble!" Wei Ling shouted.
Wei Ling's cultivation of Xuanqi was not high, and her shouts could not be heard too far, but the effect of the Xuanwu spar was known to Li Xunei's Xuanwu soldiers.
In front of the temporary camp of Qi State reinforcements, 300 Xuanwu soldiers assembled within 20 breaths. No matter how dissatisfied he was with this Xuanwu female general, it was still a trivial matter in front of the Xuanwu spar and national beliefs.
Wei Ling glanced at the surrounding environment, and said to Zong Zhilian: "Prince Zong, I don't know what you want to observe?"
"I have arranged five hundred elite soldiers, let's try to practice. Of course, please unload your weapons." Zong Zhilian hurriedly explained.
After Zong Zhilian finished speaking, he looked at General Yang again.
General Yang nodded: "Miss General Wei, let's be a school army."
The school army is an exercise, which involves a concern equivalent to disarming. During the exercise, they used softer wooden weapons covered with linen, which could easily make some people sensitive.
Wei Ling didn't understand why General Yang wanted to show it, but she didn't know how to pretend to understand, so she asked all the Xuanwu soldiers to put down their weapons neatly.
Shizi can see clearly from the side. Knowing that Wei Ling didn't know the concept of disarming, she couldn't help but sigh secretly. How does he think this girl has the qualifications to become a Xuanwu female general
Talent is a wonderful thing. God bestowed on you the aptitude to become a Xuanwu female general, so you naturally have a commander-in-chief talent. The son sighed and doubted, but Wei Ling was forcibly cultivated by the medicine secretly given by the Wu Kingdom. She is a cheating female general, and naturally she is not as good as the innate in many aspects.
The Xuanwu soldiers also had no objection. They each put on weapons and equipment with extremely low lethality. Of course, armor and other protective gear are not removed.
Five hundred elite Qi soldiers led by a partial general stood opposite the Xuanwu soldiers. These 500 elite soldiers are not to mention top-notch, at least they are veterans who have experienced many battles.
Xuanwu soldiers are also elite soldiers. Of course, the requirements for qualifications are not as harsh as those of Xuanwu female generals, as long as the blood usually does not have dead veins and acupoints. However, the number of Xuanwu soldiers in each of the three countries of Qi, Jin and Wu is only a few thousand. After all, it costs a lot of money to fuse the basalt spar between the foreheads, and it is impossible for any country to store too many basalt soldiers casually.
It should be mentioned by the way that General Qi of the State of Qi is absolutely terrified and sympathetic to Wei Ling's betrayal and refuge. So many Xuanwu soldiers were let go. Fortunately, before the betrayal, there was no ceremony to sign the Xuanwu contract, otherwise those Xuanwu soldiers would cry to death. Of course, General Qi and the second prince will cry to death, because it costs too much money.
The gate of the temporary camp was used as the school's military field.
"How much does it cost to equip a Xuanwu soldier?" Wu Zhe asked.
"The food intake of Xuanwu soldiers is slightly larger than that of ordinary soldiers, but not more than half. The key lies in the Xuanwu spar between the foreheads." The prince on the sidelines explained to Wu Zhe.
Cavalry is relatively the most expensive unit, and it takes about the price of five spearmen to equip one cavalry, which is still the standard for light cavalry. But compared to a cavalryman, a Xuanwu soldier is more expensive, mainly because of the price of the spar.
Basalt spar is a mineral. But not all spars can become forehead spars for soldiers. Even in mosaic, specific rituals are required. There is even a certain probability of failure. Soldiers who fail to inlay at least will definitely lose the possibility of becoming Xuanwu soldiers in the future, and in severe cases, they will either die or be semi-disabled.
At this time, basalt spar is worth more than human life. But the spar cannot be recycled, just like recognizing the owner, it will lose a natural spirituality after one-time use. For example, after the Xuanwu soldiers who touched the female general committed suicide. The spar between the foreheads has become grayish white, and even if it is dug out by force, it will be a piece of waste stone.
Three hundred Xuanwu soldiers confronted five hundred elite soldiers, each occupying one side and facing each other.
Wu Zhe and others stood at the gate of the camp and watched.
Another twenty Overseer soldiers stood between the two armies, as if they were referees.
"Who will win?" Lu Yourong asked curiously, having never had contact with a military adviser.
"I don't know either. I've never seen it before." Wu Zhe turned his attention to Zong Zhilian and Shizi.
Zong Zhilian said: "According to general principles, the Xuanwu soldiers will win."
"But isn't the third-level Xuanwu female general only able to control a hundred Xuanwu soldiers to fight at the same time?" Lu Yourong didn't understand.
Level three? Hehe, Wu Zhe thought of a Hong Kong and Taiwan movie category.
The crown prince explained: "The remaining two hundred basalt soldiers can protect the female general. You only need to stab out one hundred soldiers as spear points. Formation and teamwork are very important in the battle formation."
"But the two sides exercised like this, oh, the school army, how should we count casualties?" Wu Zhe was also curious.
"It's all based on self-consciousness. The tip of the gun and the blade are covered with white paste." Zong Zhilian pointed to the soldiers of the warlord: "Of course they will also play a certain role in supervision."
Wu Zhe and others roughly understood. Although it cannot be completely emulated, there is still some fairness.
For decades, no basaltic cavalry has been seen on horseback. Because the control of the horse is extremely difficult, the requirements for the Xuanwu female general are even higher. Controlling the consciousness of a beast is definitely ten times more difficult than commanding a human being.
For example, is it better for Wei Ling to command a hundred Xuanwu soldiers equipped with infantry, or to command ten Xuanwu cavalry? The answer is self-evident.
"Attention everyone, the weapons in your hands must be pointed as far as they can. Those who are poked at a vital position will immediately withdraw from the battle..." The captain of the warlord began to announce the discipline of the exercise loudly.
Although it is still the era of cold weapons, military discipline is relatively complete, at least able to adapt to cold weapon operations. Especially in troubled times, the discipline of the army is much more advanced than the general civil law and commercial law, and may even be more perfect than the criminal law.
After the captain of the warlord finished his discipline in a loud voice, he turned to the gate of the camp: "Now, the commander-in-chief, please announce the school troops!"
Zong Zhilian took the reins of the horse and came forward: "Generals and soldiers of the army, today's army, the winner, the soldier will reward one tael of silver, and the rank will gradually increase! The loser will each be punished with a bowl of cold water!"
One tael of silver is already more than half a month's salary for ordinary soldiers. The five hundred elite soldiers were gearing up immediately. Although Xuanwu soldiers are paid more, firstly, the army is the most concerned about face, and secondly, who doesn't want to have other income? Naturally, it is also unbearable.
After Zong Zhilian withdrew, Wu Zhe smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that the two sides will directly tear each other apart and really fight?"
The prince answered for Zong Zhilian: "It is inevitable that the school army will suffer casualties. I am afraid that if you don't know the specific strength, it will be troublesome when there is a problem in commanding the army."
"You are really a good wife." Wu Zhe grinned.
Shizi rolled his eyes, and everyone looked at the field together.
On both sides of the field, their respective coaches began to lead the army.
There are five centurions and lieutenants under the side of the general, each with a hundred people as a team. Their spearmen and sword-and-shield soldiers each accounted for half, and the formation of swords and guns was distinct, with the spearmen in front and the swordmen behind, showing a slow and gradual posture.
Wei Ling's Xuanwu soldiers are unified swords. The three hundred Xuanwu soldiers are divided into three teams, each with a centurion commander. One of them was Ge Liang whom Wu Zhe knew. He had a solemn expression at this time, and he was not distracted at all to greet Wu Zhe and the others.
General Yang helped Zong Zhilian to analyze: "The formation of the three Xuanwu soldiers is arranged in the shape of a character, which is a typical formation. It seems that Wei Ling intends to use the strong personal strength of the Xuanwu soldiers as a basis to directly disrupt the opponent. formation."
On the battlefield, formation is the first key. As long as the formation is not chaotic, the combat power can be maximized. Once the formation is disrupted by the enemy, it will become a mob. As long as the strength of an individual soldier is not a huge advantage, he will definitely suffer a big loss.
"She really doesn't care about the lives of soldiers." Wu Zhe pouted to express dissatisfaction.
Zong Zhilian said with a smile: "It's just the school army."
Wu Zhe said, "But she will definitely do the same on the battlefield."
Zong Zhi thought about it, and it was really possible. Although the contact time is not long, everyone already knows Wei Ling's habits.
Wu Zhe said again: "If she wins, she can win. As long as the sacrifice is not too big, she can introduce it. I'm afraid..."
Zong Zhilian sighed: "Don't scare me, is this a crow's mouth?"
Wu Zhe was just about to take over with a smile, when suddenly there was a wave of fluctuation in the field.
This is not a fluctuation of profound energy, but a feeling close to a mental shock.
Others didn't notice much, but Wu Zhe could clearly sense it. As if a TV tower suddenly appeared, the evolutionary body quickly captured this change.
Immediately afterwards, with Wei Ling as the core, a yellow halo burst out like a layer of rippling water.
Circles of yellow halos rippled along the feet of the Xuanwu soldiers, extending to a distance of nearly a hundred steps before disappearing.
A hundred Xuanwu soldiers in front of the Pinzi formation, a small yellow circle appeared under their feet, which is the [stepping ring] where Xuanwu's commanding force descended. Although the 100 soldiers on both sides were within the halo field, there were no yellow tread rings under their feet.
At the same time, Wei Ling's commander-in-chief announced that the volley sounded: "From now on, I am invincible in the world!"
The voice barely resounded through the audience, but at least it was powerful enough.