The red-clothed phalanx that Cordo mentioned is actually the same as the earliest ancient Greek phalanx on earth, and it is also the most primitive kind.

This kind of warfare, which originated in the eighth century BC, was also used during the Western Zhou Dynasty in China, but it was quickly eliminated, or upgraded.

That's why Chu Ci has some understanding, knowing how primitive this battle formation is and how many loopholes it has.

Cordo didn't dare to show off, and felt that Chu Ci was a bit suspicious of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Ordinary people who have nothing to do with studying wars, like Chu Ci, who can see the essential loopholes of the battle formation at a glance, have definitely received a serious military education.

In fact, Chu Ci can be regarded as standing on the shoulders of giants, and people on earth who know a little bit about history and military know it.

Chu Ci didn't immediately install B today, but took a detailed look at the terrain of the Celt border.

After understanding it, Chu Ci felt that the barbarians and orcs were both Shabi, and they belonged to the kind of mallet that put the right side of the face up after the left face was fanned.

Because there are not too many loopholes in this so-called red armor battle array, and the biggest hole is the terrain.

This kind of phalanx attaches too much importance to the terrain, and if the dense phalanx composed of heavy infantry moves on the rugged ground, it is easy to cause the phalanx to become disjointed and broken.

Not to mention that a group of barbarian warriors ran to the rear to attack, even the hoplites who went around the front of the battle formation could crush this kind of war.

The hoplites can hard-shake the barbarian warriors, not how strong the warriors are, nor how strong the human beings are, but this kind of heavy armor is specially designed and cannot retreat quickly, as if it is like an iron wall, plus the people behind can withstand it, which can block the impact of the enemy.

Therefore, whether it is a barbarian or an orc, it is over without fighting with the Celtic border army on the plains, and guerrilla is a very good choice.

Continuing to talk about the phalanx, Chu Ci talked about the Macedonian phalanx again.

Chu Ci believed that the phalanx of the Duchy of Celt could evolve into this famous phalanx on the earth.

This kind of phalanx is composed of various basic small phalanxes, the attacking side is changeable, the offensive direction of each small phalanx can be changed according to the direction of the front and back, the left and right directions, only need to put the spear up, and then everyone faces the direction that needs to be turned, and it is most suitable for plain combat, if the opponent is a barbarian, you can strangle the enemy's living force most quickly.

The two of them were talking farther and farther away, both of them were talking and Kordo was listening.

Chu Ci told all the formations he knew about the ancient and medieval formations of the earth, and after talking about one, he commented on the advantages and disadvantages, and then talked about what formations could be restrained.

Cordo listened in fascination.

The connoisseurs knew if there was one or not, and although the barbarian warriors could not understand it, they knew that Kordo could understand it.

And Cordo, who could understand, was already fascinated, like a quiet schoolboy, with a face full of adoration.

Chu Ci is just reading from the book, just knowing a fur, but this fur is enough to shock Cordo.

Chu Ci, who said with a dry mouth, poured a few mouthfuls of water, and said to Cordo: "Now I know why I said that what kind of red-coat war in your Principality of Celt is rubbish." ”

"It's garbage, it's garbage. Cordo nodded hurriedly, and said with an inexplicable expression: "It's hard to imagine that I have never heard of so much military knowledge based on practice." ”

Kordo is now sure that Chu Ci is definitely from a human aristocracy, and he is 100% the top aristocrat in that kind of military power.

Only the descendants of such nobility will be cultivated with advanced military knowledge from an early age.

The more he thought about it, Cordo also felt that Chu Ci was sick.

Do you think a good human aristocrat is inappropriate, running to the barbarian territory to fool the barbarians and beat the human dry hair?

Chu Ci smiled smugly.

I finally understood where the premonition of flame entropy on the earth came from.

No way, the gap between civilizations is too big.

Standing up, Chu Ci patted Kordo's shoulder: "From today onwards, you start training the fighters in guerrilla tactics,"

Kordo's face was red: "I'm just an ordinary war-intent swordsman. ”

An hour ago, Cordo definitely had the capital to be arrogant.

But after Chu Ci showed off his "skills", Cordo felt that he was completely playing a big knife in front of Guan Gongmen, and he didn't want to be embarrassed.

"Don't TM nonsense, you still don't want a magic core. ”

Cordo suddenly stood up and shouted at the soldiers: "From today onwards, the Celtic Redcoat Frontier Army is your imaginary enemy!"

Cordo didn't bother to ask Chu Ci what he was going to do, he just knew that the Celtic border would be unlucky.

Whether the Celtic Frontier Army will be unlucky, I don't know for the time being, the barbarian warriors are unlucky.

Because the core of guerrilla is speed, the barbarians are too heavy, there is no suitable mount at all, even a multi-legged war horse cannot be ridden for a long time, so the warriors want to fight guerrilla, they can only rely on two legs.

Chu Ci made another inhumane physical training plan, and even the warriors with a great physique like the barbarians were a little unbearable.

Cordo is suspicious, Genet's physical training plan may also be a battle intent cultivation method, unheard of is one thing, the main thing is that this training method is simply used to torture people, but the effect must be surprisingly good.

In addition to these poor tribal warriors, little George, the son of the chief, could not bear it.

At this time, he was sitting in the open space, sweating on his head and looking left and right with big eyes.

"Smack. The wooden fight was slammed into his big bare head.

Douglas scolded angrily: "What a stupid, I let you meditate, meditate do you understand, calm down and feel the rhythm of the elements around you, stupid, stupid!"

"But, Uncle Douglas, I don't feel it. ”

Little George innocently touched his head, he couldn't count how many sticks he had to be knocked out of a day.

"Nonsense, you can feel the elemental rhythm except to doze off or sleep with your eyes open. ”

Douglas, who was already impatient, regretted it more and more.

How could he have been blinded by lard at the beginning, and after receiving two elemental beast crystal nuclei, he actually really taught a barbarian to learn elemental secret methods and meditation.

If he hadn't seen the battle intent cultivated by the big man with his own eyes, he wouldn't have agreed to teach little George to Chu Ci.

Douglas, who was originally thinking about luck, optimistically thought that maybe the barbarians were really geniuses, but little George soon shattered his illusions.

Barbarians... Stupid can give Pigbeast a sense of superiority in his heart.

"Continue to meditate, when to feel the elemental power in the space, when you are allowed to eat. ”

After Douglas threw down a sentence angrily, he was about to go to Chu Ci to complain.

How smart this old guy is, he has to work in the open, and if he doesn't complain to Chu Ci, how will people know that he has contributed.

At this time, Chu Ci was not dozing in the tent, but in front of a broken statue, with a strange look on his face.

This idol was just pulled back from the Great Wasteland by the tribal warriors, and a lot of it was pulled back, mainly for the warriors to do weight-bearing training.

When the idol was pulled back, Chu Ci suddenly felt a palpitation, and then the blind spot mark on the back of his left hand changed, and the pupils on the pattern began to contract.

There are generally only two reasons for this. 、

One, the blind spots of the earth are weakened, and second, there are aggregates around, or powerful spiritual energy.

Chu Ci, who hurriedly ran out of the tent, was inexplicably attracted by this statue and stopped for a long time.

Chu Ci can now determine that the reaction of the blind spot mark should be related to the idol in front of him.

This is a relatively well-preserved statue of the god, more than one meter and fifty high, not made of wood or stone, but some unknown metal, the overall shape is a woman, the craftsmanship is very rough, only the general female characteristics, the details and appearance are not very clear.

Old George walked over and said with a smile, "This is the oldest statue of the Wasteland. ”

"Ancient?"

"Yes, the god of the wasteland, one of the many gods who bless our barbarians. ”

With Old George's explanation, Chu Ci finally figured out what was going on with this statue.

The image of the god of the wasteland is not fixed, it appears in different stages with different appearances, which roughly means a god with a thousand appearances, and the idols that everyone uses for religious activities must keep pace with the times.

Of course, the legend says so, as for whether it is true or not, Chu Ci, who has understood the general picture of the universe, can only report with the word hehe.

If there really is a god, it must be a high-level civilization.

In any case, the human beings have the Holy Father and the Virgin, the dwarves have the god of thunder, the elves have the goddess of the moon, and the barbarians also have the god of the wasteland.

In recent years, the gods of the wasteland have taken the route of the powerful faction, and the gods are all six heads and twelve arms that are particularly capable of fighting, and this kind of god with female characteristics has long been worshipped by barbarian warriors.

Old George said in an inexplicable tone: "I can see that you have been missing your friend recently, perhaps, you can pray to this ancient god statue to bless your friend with safety." ”

George Sr. was referring to flame entropy.

It has been four days since Yan Entropy left, and seeing that the winter has almost passed, Chu Ci has always been waiting at the gate of the camp recently, just like Wangfu Shi, he is afraid that Yan Entropy will have an accident.

Chu Ci nodded, and the ghost envoy walked in front of the statue, closed his eyes slightly, and faces flashed in his mind.

Yan Entropy, Qin Lele, Sancun Ding, Dudu Girl, Si Teng, Wu Changfeng, Liu Ranhui...

Familiar faces flashed in his mind, and Chu Ci prayed sincerely, hoping that his friends would be safe.

After praying for these friends and elders, some new faces appeared in Chu Ci's mind.

Little George, Old George, Big Bell, and the faces of barbarian warriors who can't be named, including those barbarian old ladies who are five big and three rough but take good care of him.

At this moment, Chu Ci felt for the first time that the barbarian warriors were not ugly, but some kind of indescribable feeling, like partners and relatives.

Suddenly remembering what Yan Entropy said before leaving, Chu Ci at this moment was willing to do his best to help the calamitous Wolf Tooth Tribe.

"I wish my barbarian brothers and sisters to get out of poverty as soon as possible and squander their glory on the great wilderness and the entire continent. ”

After Chu Ci finished speaking sincerely, he slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A blood-red pillar of light suddenly shot out from the top of the god's head, and in the next second, the pillar of light shot down again, directly covering Chu Ci's body.

The pillar of light lingered for a long time, and the blinding light made it impossible for everyone present to look directly, and the roar of a beast that shook the sky could be heard in the sleepless forest several kilometers away.

Chu Ci's face was full of sluggishness, and when the light gradually entered the blind spot mark on the back of Chu Ci's hand, a rune appeared on his left arm, a rune that he had seen in the alien obelisk.

It's a rune that represents a certain kind of energy, a bit like a six-pointed star, but more complex.

The light on Chu Ci's body gradually faded, but the rune light became brighter and brighter.

When the light on the runes also began to fade, a blood-red aura appeared under Chu Ci's feet, and around the aura, countless blood droplets flying up and down less than ten centimeters above the ground, like raindrops standing still in the air, finally entered the body from the pores of sweat.

"Barbarian Warring!"

Old George wept bitterly, and fell on his knees on the ground and slammed his head at the idol.

The barbarian warriors hurriedly gathered around, kneeling in row after row, with tears in their eyes.

After hundreds of years, the racial talent of the ancient barbarians has once again appeared in the Great Wasteland.

Chu Ci looked at the gradually shattered statue in front of him, and his mouth was grinning.

"This Nima... What the hell?"