With a sound of General Lin, Lin Muzhi already knew who was coming.

gave Li Guanshan a bear hug, and by the way, punched Sun Zhen's chest with a small fist.

"Brother Li, Brother Sun, why are you here?"

Li Guanshan laughed.

"No, no! Damn, I used to think that being a cavalry was very powerful, but when he rode a horse, it wasn't necessarily a cavalry, a bunch of rabbit cubs got on the horse, and they couldn't even arrange a formation, so they didn't go to the rear to find someone to point out. ”

Sun Zhen then explained:

"General Lin, there are more than 2 million soldiers in Dahua, but there are only 20,000 cavalry. I used to study in the martial arts academy, and I never thought that one day I would be able to become a cavalryman, so I didn't learn how to arrange cavalry at all. ”

It turned out that Sun Zhen was a disciple of the Martial Academy, no wonder Lin Muzhijue had chewed a few books of the art of war.

"! Say those useless dry hammers, go for a walk, go for a drink. ”

Xiao Chengye said:

"Yes, yes, go drink!"

The eyes of the disciples were bright.

In fact, the academy does not prohibit alcohol, but it is forbidden to drink alcohol. It's okay to drink, but not too much.

Bai Ran pointed to Yang Poqi in the water tank and said:

"And what about this man?"

I was so happy that I forgot that there was someone else in the tank.

"Chengye, didn't you just blow all the bulls with Yang Guotai? Don't go to the next war book yet? ”

Xiao Chengye scratched his head.

"Little Master, when did you start talking about this rule? Still want to write a war book? ”

Lin Muzhi kicked Xiao Chengye from the side, and was dodged by Xiao Chengye, who had been prepared.

"Write your sister! Throw people at the gate of the martial arts courtyard for me, what are you doing here? Do you care about his dinner? ”

flashed Lin Muzhi's flying kick, and hearing him say this, Xiao Chengyejue's drinking was not important.

"This one does! Haha, this battle book, I have made up my mind! ”

Yang Poqi lost face today, and looked at Lin Muzhi's eyes with resentment.

"The surname is Lin, let's see you at school tomorrow!"

Looking unconvinced? Feeling upset? Tomorrow's school? Cut! Too lazy to pay attention to you.

Several people dragged Yang Poqi out of the water tank, and Xiao Chengye kicked him in the ass.

"You boy's mouth owes, and so does your ass. Next time, I'm going to find a sock and plug your mouth. Then he said to the people, "Take this calf on your shoulders and go." Let's go to the war book together. ”

Carrying Yang Poqi, the disciples seemed to want to parade him through the streets, and a group of people left like this. The matter was basically dealt with, and Shen Kuo began to send his natural stupidity again, so he didn't go with everyone.

When Lin Muzhi pulled Li Guanshan to the door, he saw that the brothers who had gone out of the city together crowded the entire path. Lin Muzhi smiled, a little lonely.

"It's all here!"

Two hundred soldiers shouted.

"I've seen General Lin."

Thinking of going out of the city to kill the enemy together, he naturally thought of the flesh and blood flying at that time, and Lin Muzhi sat on the gate in decline.

"I've never seen anything before, so many people come together, I can't afford to pay for the wine. Let's disperse, let's all go back to the camp, tomorrow I'll see if I can pit the fat man and get a good meal for everyone. ”

The soldiers closest to Lin Muzhi came out and clenched their fists.

"General Lin, let's not eat well, we..."

Lin Muzhi looked at the soldier who twisted his head to the side halfway through speaking.

"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, can you finish your words like a man? Is there anything you can't tell me? ”

Li Guanshan was stunned.

"Little bunny, why are you talking about these unhappy things?"

Lin Muzhi looked at Li Guanshan.

"Brother Li, what's wrong?"

Li Guanshan slapped his thigh.

"Alas! Wretch! On the last martial arts exercise, he lost to the group of yellow-mouthed children who didn't have any hair. ”

Lin Muzhi's brows furrowed.

"Who commanded it?"

Li Guanshan tilted his head to the side.

"I didn't go, I knew I was losing, why did I go and show up? Say that if you are covered with white ashes, you will be killed in battle, and you will not let the brothers die, General Lin, do you say that this is a war? Isn't this just a fucking child's house? ”

Sun Zhen lowered his head.

"General Lin, I commanded it."

Lin Muzhi stood up with his hands on his knees. A high platform leg kicked Sun Zhen's chest violently.

For! For! For! Lin Muzhi took a few steps back, which showed the great strength, fortunately: Shen Kuo reacted quickly and helped Lin Muzhi.

Sun Zhen was originally more burly than Lin Muzhi, plus a sixty-pound armor, but he still let Lin Muyi kick under the doorway.

Lin Muzhi's face was full of anger.

"All brothers, go back to the camp first, wait for the order, set foot in the martial arts courtyard tomorrow, and capture Yang Xuan alive!"

The two hundred soldiers replied with great strength:

"Yes!"

Two hundred people came in a state of despair, and left with high morale.

Sun Zhen, who was kicked down at the bottom of the stairs, shouted with his hands on the ground.

"General Lin..."

Lin Muzhi stepped through the gate and entered the courtyard, turning to look at Sun Zhen under the steps.

"Sun Zhen! If you think you are right, brothers, go back to the camp too. From now on, don't take half a step into this hospital! Otherwise..."

Lin Muzhi returned to the courtyard, and Li Guanshan and Shen Kuo also approached the courtyard.

Why does Lin Muzhi feel that there is no pressure on 200 people to fight 600 people? Yang Xuan also thinks that two hundred people can defeat the disciples in the courtyard?

If it weren't for Lin Mu's presence on the battlefield, he wouldn't have been so angry when he heard the news. 200 people against 600 people, it's normal to lose? Three times your own enemies, and you want to win! Sounds like a bit of a dream.

It is precisely because Lin Mu has passed the battlefield and has a deep understanding that he will feel that it is the most unreasonable to not win.

Lin Muzhi has watched a lot of previous films, television and novels, and there are often some episodes. If the general doesn't like the protagonist, let him be the vanguard and cannon fodder. However, this kind of thing does not happen at all in the era of cold weapons.

In the era of cold weapons, the front row of every battle is actually a veteran. If someone really dares to use recruits as cannon fodder, Lin Muzhi can pat his chest and promise that if he is given 10,000 people, he can chase a million troops all over the world!

It sounds fantastical, but it's exactly what it is.

No one is born to kill, and no one is born without guilt after killing!

When the two armies face each other, think about what kind of consequences it will be if the cannon fodder is in front and the veterans are in front? The answer is obvious, it will be a fear of killing. Once you are killed, the desire to survive will drive the cannon fodder to retreat, and after the rout, the inexperienced cannon fodder will first rush across your own camp, and you can't organize a formation, and no matter how experienced the elite is, it will not help.

However, for veterans, once the situation is unfavorable, the value of veterans is even more reflected. First of all, they will effectively organize the defensive formation, maintain the distance from the rear, and retreat in an orderly manner without disrupting the formation. This is also the fundamental reason why people often see soldiers besieged when retreating, and the main general will spare no effort to rescue them, because they are the mainstay of an army.

Only veterans are worthy of surviving to the end on the battlefield.

In the era of cold weapons, after excluding the "weapons of mass destruction" such as flooding and burning, most of the casualties in a battle of 100,000 people against 100,000 people would not exceed 80 percent. Because the elite is almost finished, or they are not familiar with each other and can't cooperate.

What is Elite? Is it better to eat than people? Is the body stronger than a person? Or is the armor bright and shiny? Neither!

There are only two words for the best interpretation of the word elite - veteran!

This is also the reason for Lin Muzhi's anger. Shouchun soldiers, who followed Lin Muzhi out of the city at the beginning, talked and laughed after the triumph, isn't this a fucking veteran?

200 battlefield veterans can't beat 600 hairy children! Can this kind of thing be reasonable? If Li Guanshan didn't feel that he was a ghost!

Lin Muzhi really wanted to knock open Sun Zhen's brain and see what was inside? Paste? I also want to ask Sun Zhen how he managed to bring out the probability of winning a battle with a 99.99 percent victory rate and a 0.001 percent chance! It's basically the limit of a commander's intelligence offline!

A simplest comparison, what kind of urine was it when I went out of the city to attack the camp? almost made people cut off their heads, Xiao Chengye and the martial arts brothers, who were better, still had weak hands and trembling legs, and the rest of Bai Ran and the like, it was not urine, they urinated directly. Two hundred veterans go to fight such six hundred, what reason is there not to win?

Before the three of them sat down in the courtyard, Sun Zhen followed.

"General Lin, give me another chance, I promise not to lose."

Lin Muzhi sat down and began to pour tea.

"Won't lose? I want to win, not not not lose! Tell me, how to fight? ”

Sun Zhen was speechless, compared to the art of war and strategy, he did not lose to Yang Poqi, but with one Yang Youling, ten of them felt overstretched.

grabbed the teacup, it was just brewed for Yang Xuan, and it was not cold yet.

"Shen Kuo, tell me about it."

In Lin Muzhi's eyes, the disciples of the Martial Academy are a group of bear children, Lin Muzhi has a thousand ways to beat them out, but he just bullies such a group of people, and he has no sense of achievement!

Shen Kuo looked at Lin Muzhi.

"Sir, the martial arts academy is performing martial arts, and tomorrow is in the school field..."

Lin Muzhi interrupted Shen Kuo's words.

"I don't want to listen to any rules, everything is according to the rules of war, the Chinese people are three times the size of Qiguo, and the same is true of the army, we are now Qiguo people, I just want to know how to "kill" the six hundred rabbit cubs in the martial arts academy who don't know the height of the sky! ”

Shen Kuo's eyes lit up.

"It's better to do it, raid tonight and take it in one fell swoop."

Lin Muzhi didn't have time to take a sip of water, and Shen Kuo had already finished speaking.

Li Guanshan, who had a loud voice, slapped the stone table.

"I think it's okay! That one... Xiao Shen, General Lin is now the general of our cavalry battalion, what about me! To be a lieutenant, how about you to be a counselor? Sun Zhen, this kid, saw that the people of the martial arts academy were confused, and asked him to stand guard for General Lin. ”

The barracks are full of outspoken people, especially those who have been on the battlefield. Maybe the next time you go to battle, your life will be gone, what don't you dare to say? But Shen Kuo is not from the barracks!

"This..."

Lin Muzhi smiled and asked Shen Kuo to go to a barracks of 200 people to be a general, which is a bit like anti-aircraft guns fighting mosquitoes!

"I'll borrow it from you first."

Li Guanshan smiled.

"Hehe, it's still General Lin!"

Sun Zhen still kept his head down.

"General Lin, if it's Yang Guotai tomorrow..."

Lin Muzhi didn't let Sun Zhen finish his words.

"Sun Zhen, don't care what happens to others, what's your own problem? Do you know? ”

Lin Muzhi tapped his temples.

"Here it is! Let me ask you a question, should you, as a senior brother, teach your brothers how to command battles in the future, or will you wait until later, go to the battlefield, and let them learn how to command battles with the lives of your brothers? I figured it out, you take someone to rob the camp tonight, if you don't understand, you will return to Shouchun tomorrow! ”

Sun Zhen trembled all over. It's not that he's afraid of returning to Shouchun, but in an instant he realized that the ultimate goal of martial arts is to go to the battlefield.

"The last general commands!"

The corners of Lin Muzhi's mouth curved upward, as if suddenly, the heroic young general who was walking on the battlefield and saw the opportunity to mend the knife was back.