After confirming that there was some indescribable relationship between Lin Feng and the Holy Maiden of Light, Draven's trust in him increased to another level. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At the three-person meeting, Ryan, the staff officer, was completely a decoration, and he couldn't say a word.

Draven: "Those guys in the Federation are very cowardly, and they put up an iron shell king on the front line every day. Even though there are thousands of lions in the empire, they can't find a place to put their mouths. ”

"Well, it's almost impossible for this formation to strike head-on. There is still some hope for long-range attacks, but the mage is too delicate, and he has to charge up for a long time before attacking, and one accidentally becomes a sheep. Lin Feng analyzed it and said it first.

Draven sighed: "Alas, our army's reserve of arrows has long been exhausted, and the javelinmen are only equipped with one projection gun, and if you want to throw the rest of the guys, you can only watch the show." ”

Lin Feng was stunned: "Yes, the lack of strategic materials is a sharp claw broken by the imperial lion, which really hurts our hearts." ”

After a moment of silence, Lin Feng suddenly said: "My lord, I remember that a great book on the art of war said that there are no guns and no cannons, and the enemy made them for us. ”

Noticing the reaction on Draven's face, he continued: "I have also heard a military story that is very similar to the current situation of our army. ”

Draven was really intrigued, asked him to explain it carefully, and wrote them down in his diary one by one.

Lin Feng told the story of Zhuge Kongming's grass boat borrowing arrows, and made it clear that now a large number of high-quality arrows in the federal army are like wheat growing in the field, just waiting for us to harvest it.

"Wheat will grow in your field, fool." Ryan finally found a chance to complain, and then heard the excited voice of his own adult.

"That's right, Lin Feng, you and I have the same idea, and a great tactic is about to be born."

"By the way, when my art of war book is published, I will ask the permission of the original author." Draven closed the diary and said that he was a very disciplined person.

He asked Lin Feng: "Do you know the protagonist in the story, which one is better to talk to, Zhuge Liang or Kong Ming?" ”

July 21.

The moist air flow from the Serpentine River formed a thick fog on the plain, and the front positions of the two armies, which stretched for tens of kilometers, were completely shrouded in it.

At dawn, there was a rumbling drum from the side of the Imperial army camp, which was completely like a large army pressing the border.

The commander of the Federal Army, Charman, mobilized all the elite forces to defend the main camp, and ordered the archers to take turns to shoot and not let the enemy get even half a step closer.

A rain of arrows poured down in the fog and shot all morning.

"These stupid Imperial people, this can make this king a great achievement." The prince fantasized that he would return to the royal city and enjoy a prosperous and prosperous time. Command someone to go out and count the results.

The sun dispelled the fog, and the vast snowfield was filled with arrows, and goose-yellow arrow feathers swayed in the wind like ears of wheat.

It turns out that wheat can really grow in the field!

The Imperial Army sent two cavalry regiments to the front of the Union Army to deter them, and the rest of the troops were lightly armed to meet the harvest.

Under Draven's approving eyes, Lin Feng sent a message to Galen that all the archers of the Imperial Army would launch a devastating attack on the Union lines tomorrow.

Then he explained: "This time the Federation army will definitely be defeated, and I use this information to further deceive Galen's trust." ”

Then, he detailed his full plan.

Delevingne presented the plan to the manager, which was highly appreciated: "You will be a rising star in the empire, and this plan will be seamless. ”

Early the next morning, the Imperial Army attacked as planned.

The Federation Army really shrunk the defensive line even more, and the main defensive forces were concentrated on the front, completely waiting to be beaten.

Dozens of Imperial Army archer brigades gathered at the front to form an effective fire suppression of the Federation Army, so that they did not dare to take the lead.

At the same time, the main cavalry forces scattered in the north and south were eyeing each other, ready to attack the weak flanks of the Union army.

Galen was thinking about Lin Feng's message at this time, thinking hard.

The arrows rained down on the tent, and as he listened carefully, he suddenly smiled.

"I see." Galen went out and grabbed an arrow and looked at it, yelling excitedly.

"The vanguard corps listened to the order, all members gathered, and prepared to charge head-on."

Long live Demacia!

With an earth-shattering shout, the dreadnought vanguard army slaughtered out of the camp and launched a cluster charge against the rain of arrows.

The arrows struck like locusts, but they were only as annoying as locusts, and had no use for eggs.

"Haha, the Noxians shot our arrows."

"God, I'm going to praise those fools in the military department this time."

The soldiers laughed and charged at the dazed brigade of archers of the Imperial Army.

……

In Valoran, the birth of hot weapons has a history of 100 years, and it has never been able to shake the dominance of cold weapons.

The reason is not only the complexity of the gunsmith manufacturing process, but more importantly, there is no essential difference between them and cold weapons when they are used against soldiers.

In this world of cultivation, the basic quality of a soldier requires the strength of a trainee at or above the junior level. This kind of cultivation, coupled with some low-grade magical defense equipment, is enough to withstand the damage of most small weapons.

In armies, all ranged attacks, such as arrows and projectiles, derive their true power from the magical energy attached to them. This is also the reason why the Federation Army paints Mithril with good demonic conduction when making arrow shafts.

Thinking of this, Galen couldn't help but laugh.

The arrows on the Frost Plains are specially supplied by the Federal Military Department every year, and the rune circle on them is the masterpiece of the street painters of the royal city, and the strange magic energy circuit in it is enough to make any magician want to die.

These things can really exert some power for the Federation archers who often use them. But now that it's in the hands of the enemy, in addition to being able to exert its proper range, the power should be no different from that of straw.

The only means of attack became an ornament, and dozens of neatly arranged brigades of Imperial archers immediately became targets waiting to be harvested.

The dreadnought vanguard army rushed into the enemy line like a tiger into the flock. The arc of the charge line is like a scythe wielded by the Grim Reaper, and enemies fall in pieces in its path.

What was even more terrifying was that all the forces of the Imperial army that could resist the cavalry charge were scattered on both flanks. The Dreadnought Vanguard is like a sharp knife, about to plunge into the hinterland.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the reacting Imperial Cavalry Regiment closed from both flanks and launched an encirclement against the Dreadnought Vanguard Corps.

Galen hated coach Charlman for missing another opportunity, leading his men to charge in a roundabout way, and had no choice but to retreat before the enemy could complete the change.

Even so, the battle was a resounding victory.

There were four brigades of integrated archers on the front of the Imperial Army, almost all of which were wiped out, and two light cavalry regiments that were reinforced first suffered heavy losses.

Preliminary estimates put the number of enemy casualties at more than 3,000.

Prince Charman held a celebration banquet that night, and in the flattery of the generals, he did not forget to praise Galen.

As for Galen's plan to take advantage of the victory to pursue an all-out counterattack, he listened to it with his left ear, and then came out of his right ear.

Galen left the table angrily, and returned to the tent to look at the communication stone in a daze.

After a long time, he sighed and said, "Lin Feng, no matter what your identity is, today can be regarded as living up to my trust in you." ”