After reading the title, a towering python composed of soldiers instantly formed in his heart, snake-shaped, fierce, swallowing the enemy in the belly of the snake, which was completely different from the little bamboo snake in Luoer's heart.

Sure enough, people who have read military books and led soldiers are different, and what they think is not what ordinary people can think of.

As the minutes ticked by, he had already written his answer on the answer sheet, and he wrote:

"The long snake formation is a formation that has evolved according to the habits of snakes, and once it is running, it is like a python attacking, and the attack is fierce.

The power of this is mainly due to the fact that there are three variations of the Long Snake Formation, which are divided into:

First, hit the snake's head, tail move, roll;

Second, hit the snake's tail, move first, bite;

Three, the snake body rampage, head to tail, twisted;

Because the long snake formation is the tripartite cooperation of the snake's head, snake tail, and snake belly, if you want to crack it, you can only divide this formation into three parts, each fighting for itself, so that it cannot echo each other. The mobility of the two wings of the Long Snake Formation is the most important, so the way to crack it is to limit the mobility of its two wings so that they cannot care about each other.

The method is: pull its head, clip its tail, and cut its waist. We first used two infantry formations to restrict the movement of its two flanks so that it could not exert its capabilities, and then launched a strong attack on the snake's belly with heavy troops, cutting the long snake formation into three pieces, making its formation scattered and disorderly. The formation is self-defeating. ”

After Rohr and Ruffer had finished writing, they presented the answer sheet to Zinler.

Zinler did not shy away from suspicion, and asked Rohr and Ruffer to mark the papers together, and he glanced at the answers of the two of them, and his expression was quite rich.

Let's not talk about the content first, just glance at the handwriting of the two. The font is smooth, long, and delicate, and the typography is appropriate, which makes Zinle pleasing to the eye and praised. On the other hand, Zinler just smiled at Rohr's font, which was not so bad as a cockroach crawling over it, but it was not much better. Comparing the handwriting of the two, the corners of Luoer's mouth moved slightly, and he was also amused by himself.

Looking at the content carefully, the powerful points written by Rohr are a little more meaningful, but the methods of writing are irrelevant to each other. And what he writes is reasonable, as if he had been written silently from a book, which can be called the standard answer.

Xinle glanced at Luo Er helplessly, he wanted to help Luo Er in his heart, but the difference in strength on the answer sheet was clearly there, and now he couldn't help it.

"Rohr, what do you think of the answers on these two answer sheets? Instead of commenting, Zinle asked Rohr first and asked him to make his own evaluation.

"I wrote it like this, of course I lost. Luo Er sighed, expressed his attitude open-mindedly, and then turned his head to praise the elder and said: "Major General, you are really powerful, not only can lead the troops, but also can write well, but also know the rapidly changing art of war on the battlefield, you are really a model of my generation!"

"Brother, you've won the prize. Your writing isn't bad......" He replied politely, and then picked up Rohr's test paper and wanted to praise it, but he couldn't say it, and the scene was embarrassing for a while.

Seeing that the three people on the stage began to mark the papers, Henra walked up to the stage with a cigarette in his ass, and asked again and again: "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

"This one is a win. Zinle looked at Henla's face and said with some reluctance.

"Oh, is it?" said Henla, triumphantly, and then quickly snatched the two answer sheets, and instead of looking at the answer sheets, he looked at Rohr's papers attentively, and then sneered contemptuously, thinking to himself, "You want to fight with others at this level?"

Without Sinler's consent, Henla took the lead in walking to the front of the stage with two answer sheets, facing the black and oppressive crowd in the audience, without avoiding suspicion at all, probably as if no one else was used to it. I only heard him say: "The first game is that the old man won, you look at the old man answer sheet, neat and clean, excellent font, well-written, not the average mountain village nofu comparable." So it's no wonder that Rohr lost in this first game, and I hope Rohr will take it seriously in the next game. ”

Most of the audience in the audience were disgusted by Henla's statement, how could anyone judge people like this.

But there are also a lot of girls who love vanity and echo one after another: "Well, look at it, it's not that my family is more powerful, both civil and military! I really can't marry him, and my life is useless." ”

First disgusted by this Henla's words, and then listening to these words, some elderly uncles and aunts next to them felt even more disgusted, glanced at the girls, and secretly cursed: "A bunch of sluts!

Listening to Henla's words, Luo Er secretly vomited in his heart: "Wow, although I'm a bit of a scumbag, I don't have to step on people like this, right?"

Seeing his father do something embarrassing, Urver's face turned red in an instant, and he smiled awkwardly at Rohr unnaturally, bowing his head to apologize, hoping that he would not take this to heart.

And Xinle looked at Henla's down-to-earth appearance, and secretly spoke: "When I decided who was in charge just now, I pushed back and forth, and now my son won, I will come over and be arrogant." He really felt sorry for having such a father.

In fact, he served as a major general in the barracks for less than a year. At the beginning, when Zinle promoted him, he had examined him, and knew that he had read poetry and books, learned a lot, and his personality was completely uninherited from Henla's stinginess and selfishness, and he thought that he was a malleable talent.

But there is only one point, and it is precisely because of this shortcoming that he lacks a lot of sovereignty in his words. It is precisely because of this that Xinle arranged for him to go to the recruit camp to take the recruits, so that he would not be able to convince the veterans.

In order to train him, after the celebration banquet, Sinle tried to find Henra again and ask him to give up letting him go to the capital, thinking that the life in the barracks could better train him and make him grow better.

However, Henla began with "I am his father, will I not understand my own son?", "There is no one in the world who knows more than me." The words almost suffocated Xinle.

Now looking at Henla's open-mouthed appearance, Xinle felt that it was a bit too much, and hurriedly stepped forward to block it: "Okay, the first game is won, and now the score is 1-0, and the next game will be played." ”

Henra looked at Sinle as if he had suffered a dumb loss, and felt complacent, but he didn't know that what he said just now had invisibly angered a large number of people.

Seeing that Sinler was going to continue presiding, Hendra smiled slightly and made a welcoming gesture like a gentleman.

Ignoring Henla's provocative gesture, Zinler continued to talk about the rules of the second game: "In the second game, the first question is asked by Rauer, and if Rohr answers, Rohr wins, and if he can't, he wins." In the third game, Rohr asks a question, and Rover answers, and the rules are the same as in the second game. However, the questioner must know the answer to his question, and if the questioner does not know, the answerer wins. ”

Taking advantage of the gap between Sinle and talking about the rules, Hendra hurried into the ear and whispered: "That kid doesn't know the way of formation, and in order to win steadily, continue to ask him about the formation." After saying that, he stood aside and had no intention of stepping down.

Maybe it was the influence of his father's insult to Rohr just now, and he felt slightly unhappy about asking Rohr about the way of the formation again, as if he disdained such a slightly despicable approach.

"Now, please ask a question first!"

Hearing Zinle call himself, Fer's heart was slightly stunned, and he reacted from the tangle, and looked at Henra with a pleading gaze, hoping that he could let himself make a choice.

But Henra didn't know what Henra wanted, so she said, "Just do what I just did!"

He was helpless, he bowed his head resignedly, and then reluctantly said to Rohr: "That's rude, may I ask Brother Rohr, what do you think of the Crane Wing Formation in the Art of War?"

"Crane Wing Array?......"