"For a three-day period, everyone will do the last inspection separately, and come out on time on the fourth day!"

I slapped my hands so hard that the wooden model on the table staggered, and everyone cheered with excitement and high spirits, and I smiled and motioned for everyone to be calm, and picked up a knight's model and placed it on the castle marked Nijmegen, which happened to be a-for-tat with the advancing Lorraine.

"The next thing to talk about is our marching route, and everyone is talking about their thoughts."

The bull looked left and right, but no one squeaked now, and he rolled up his sleeves to grab the preface:

"If you want me to say that we must face up to the invading enemy, now we have an advantage in terms of troops, equipment, and materials, even if Duke Dietrich joins, it will not be able to decisively change the tide of the war, so we will simply seek a decisive battle with the enemy army somewhere, defeat the enemy's main force once and for all, and completely eliminate the pressure caused by the hostile forces."

After saying that, the bull stared at everyone as if asking for advice, but everyone did not agree with this reckless opinion, and chose to remain silent.

The bull sat back in his place, Kohler put down the knife in his hand, and seemed to be about to say something, now in my henchmen, except for Oonardo, only the bull and Kohler have the right to speak, Yaroslav is an outsider, and he doesn't understand the rules, Hans and Jensen know their own weight, and don't express their opinions easily, at most they beat the side drum to supplement and add to the plan that tends to be perfect, and among the two in front, only Kohler's advice is the most valued, so the bull rushes to prove himself again and again, It's a pity that it's not very flattering.

"Although we have a large number of troops, the proportion of elite knights and cavalry who have the ability to change the tide of battle is less than one-ninth, the enemy crosses the Eder River is a plain like a rock, the infantry in the field is not superior, the only way to quickly send troops to snipe the Lorraine in the rugged Hessian mountains is a foolproof way, but waiting for the soldiers to assemble wastes precious time, the enemy will be legal Rankian army to sweep Hesse is only a matter of minutes, we lose the opportunity to rely on the favorable terrain to defeat them."

Kohler was gesturing on the map, and his gestures became more and more like a strategist, his thinking was meticulous, his head was the way, and he had mastered the art of military intelligence and war with ease.

"For the sake of the present plan, the best way is to strike at the enemy's soft underbelly, clench your fists and attack the vital points, you see, the Lorraineans are in a hurry to grab the merit, cut into the enemy's territory too deeply, although the furious advance puts the Count of Hesse in danger, but also exposes their entire flank to us." Kohler said as he pinched a wooden soldier on horseback and placed it next to the model representing Lorraine's army.

I winked at him with satisfaction, for so long Kohler had learned to concentrate superior forces in tactics and outflank him, what he said was basically what I thought, Duke Dietrich's arrogance and carelessness dug the grave for the Lorraine army at the beginning, and the Nijmegen army was so slowly assembled, how could it not be deliberately arranged, I was waiting for him to dig a grave deep enough for himself, like a wild boar running to the black after a pig whistle, recklessly crashing into the encirclement of the hunter who had been lurking for a long time, the deeper he drilled, the more miserable he died.

"It's a clear and thoughtful plan, and I'll talk about it a little bit more."

Kohler sat down obediently, and all eyes were on me:

"The infantry may not have no chance of winning against the cavalry on the plains, as long as we rely on a reasonable formation defense, the enemy will not take advantage of each other, and fight on our own land, the right time and place and people are on our side, and a long delay will only be unfavorable to the Lorraine, I hope that it is they who will decide the outcome of a war, this is the Achilles heel of the rebels, and it is also our key to victory."

"You mean you're ready to fight on the plains?"

Kohler leaned forward, looking for a possible decisive battle location on the map, and asked with some puzzlement: "You must know that the main force of our army, most of them are peasant soldiers and lord armies of good and bad, and it is difficult to form combat effectiveness in a short period of time. ”

Hearing Kohler say this, the others echoed worriedly, frowning at me.

"That's what you think?"

I pretended to ask back in disbelief, staring at him and slowly approaching him, Kohler, who didn't understand the situation, subconsciously dodged back, his face full of doubts:

"Then the Duke of Dietrich must have thought the same, it will make him more and more unscrupulous and doomed to annihilation!"

"Think about it, when he is now holding back his progress by a ragtag army of sparse knights and a large number of peasant soldiers, the idea of underestimating the enemy will corrode what little sanity remains, and the Lorrainians will be unsuspecting to burrow into the net we have set up, and victory is already assured." The more I talked, the more excited I became, and the fingers holding the Wooden Rider were slightly red from the exertion.

"What about the Franconians? If they join up with the Duke of Dietrich earlier than we expected, Nijmegen alone will not be able to completely eat such a behemoth, not to mention the fact that there is another Luxembourger who is also advancing very quickly, and the slightest mistake in any detail will leave us with an enemy on our backs, or too risky, and wait for the other allies, at least until the Duke of Hanover arrives. ”

Sticking to his opinion, still disapproving of my bold plan, Kohler picked up two wooden soldiers and surrounded the knightly model representing Nijmegen on the map, so that everyone could see the potential danger.

I understood Kohler's concerns, and I knew that he was looking out for Nijmegen's safety, but no one wanted to miss the perfect opportunity in front of him, like a tantalizing cheese at the mouth of the cave, and a deadly mousetrap lurking underneath, but still holding on to the hope of luck, because the temptation to succeed is too much to resist.

"It is better to leave the tenant farmers and mercenaries to Jensen to guard against a possible attack by the Luxembourgers, Yaroslav advances to the east of Nijmegen to guard the Franconians and support the battlefield at any time, Hans and I lead some of the knights and cavalry to detour the enemy's flank, you and the bull are responsible for commanding the rest of the army, keep in touch, and support each other as soon as the situation changes, remember, degree and determination are the most important things in this battle!"

I slammed the table, startling everyone with a sudden movement, and I scanned everyone's faces, finally stopping at Kohler.

"This arrangement is comprehensive, but it is a pity that the only troops are scattered, and I am afraid that the battle will not be fully completed when the war is urgent."

Kohler, who knew their respective tasks, left to prepare, and the only people in the room were Leonardo, who was leaning against the window and closing his eyes, and as the sun slowly rose, the warmest part of the day crept in, and the scene outside instantly became colorful.

Rollo lowered the thick curtain halfway to block out the scorching heat that came through the glass window, and the backlit corners of the room immediately darkened, and Leonardo took a deep breath and turned his face to face me, his rickety figure shrouded in the harsh sunlight.

"I don't know how to fight with soldiers, that's something that noble lords and valiant knights are proficient in, but I understand that this battle is a matter of life and death, and I hope that your lordship will be careful, may God bless Nijmegen."

His old hoarse throat spoke his thoughts, and he reverently drew a cross on his chest: "But where will Nijmegen's troops point after defeating the Lorraine?" I need an answer. ”

"Where?"

I reminisced at Leonardo's question, groaning and not answering, was he trying to remind himself of something, was it the enemy who didn't show the fox's tail, or the hero who had won the battle?

It was only after a long time that Rollo pushed the door in with freshly baked bread and wine in a fine silver jug that I came back to my senses and said:

"Concentrate the superior forces to break each one, this is the safest tactic now, and when the Lorraineans are defeated, Hanover's reinforcements should also arrive, just in time to attack the rebels in Franconia and Luxembourg together, and then continue to advance to rescue the Duke of Swabia who is under house arrest, and completely put down this damned rebellion."

Leonardo smiled faintly, got up from his chair and slowly walked to the edge of the table and sat down, the tempting aroma of the new toast, the crispy skin glowing golden, as if beckoning people to come and enjoy it.

He picked up a loaf of bread from his plate, carefully pulled it into small pieces and soaked it in wine, dipped it in the sweet and sour juice and stuffed it into his mouth, and hummed with pleasure, making my stomach growl.

"If you don't live in my time as an advertising expert, you're really blind to your acting skills."

While secretly slandering to myself, I started an offensive against another piece of bread, saying that life is good, and eating naturally rises with the tide, and the black bean paste that Wangcai's wife was good at back then is no longer seen.

"I'm talking about the truth behind this war, do you see it clearly?"

Leonardo's elegant scarf, wiping the red wine stained on his beard, the pretentiousness of getting older, always showing a certain temperament that is incompatible with this dark and decadent era, always makes me suspect that he is the prophetic traverser, and that he is just a freak who grew up in the dark corners of the castle.

"The truth behind it?"

I chewed on these simple words repeatedly, frowning enough to tie up the most irascible horse, after all, I thought I had everything in control and was panicked by his question, yes, what is the truth behind it, I don't know.

Leonardo smiled shallowly, as if he had already guessed my reaction, the kind of expression on his face, let me tell you slowly how annoying it is, this guy always plays some deep Taoism. Although the points are all for the good of the master, I can't wait to open my brain to show me, but it makes people feel that he is showing off his knowledge and sarcasm the other party's incompetence.

"Seedlings are fueled and counterproductive."

His approach to education made these two idioms pop up in my mind a lot, and Leonardo was too anxious and seemed to be in a hurry for something......

(End of chapter)

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