Allied command of the 40 regiment.

Based on the large base of 60,000 people, a village has risen in the forest.

Surrounding the village is a tall wooden fence with neatly scattered houses, a standard regiment stationed in each small patch, and a three-tiered stone fortress in the center of the village, which even fire mages cannot wear.

Inside the fortress.

A large oval round table was placed in the center of the first floor, flanked by 40 commanders, and the first was a fair-skinned young man who looked to be less than 22 years old, his name was Neville Dahlberg.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

A violent cough came from Neville's mouth, and he always looked sickly.

But it was precisely because of his unintentional coughing that the noisy conference room was instantly quiet, and everyone looked at him, because Neville was the commander-in-chief elected by the Allies.

"You don't have to fight. ”

Neville's slightly hoarse voice echoed: "Since everyone doesn't want their troops to be sacrificed, I think let my troops take the lead, so you should have no opinion." ”

"How can you get Captain Neville your troops to make a move. ”

"Yes, yes, we obey the decision. ”

"Anyone who disobeys the decision should get out of here. ”

The crowd, who had been arguing about whose troops were at the front, immediately fell silent, and they finally chose to obey Neville Dalberg's plan.

"Since there is no opinion, let's dismiss the meeting. ”

Neville stood up and said, "Launch a general attack at noon tomorrow, and let that guy who fishes in troubled waters out of the game first." ”

"Give it your all. "The crowd should have returned to their troops.

Neville sat in the empty conference room, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "Only one king is allowed in a forest, unfortunately I have taken a fancy to this place, and I can only blame you for your bad luck." ”

Speaking of Neville Dahlberg, we have to mention his father -

The Director of the Academic Affairs Office, who is in charge of the graduation qualifications and distribution of students, Major General Kraft Dahlberg!

It is precisely because of the existence of his father that as a third-level student, he knows everyone about it, and even allows all the students to obey his orders and voluntarily form an alliance to serve him.

What will happen if you disobey him?

It doesn't matter if someone can guarantee that he will win the first place in the general's plan, if he can't guarantee the first place and offends Neville, then it is a question of whether he can graduate smoothly......

As imagined, what seems to be a fair plan is actually not fair.

Neville passed through the forest two days ago, and finally took a fancy to this place, and then, with his face, successfully made all the troops give up the fight and volunteer to serve him, and the first-class students who did not know him had been completely wiped out.

His goal is not simply to pass the first level.

Neville's real goal is not only to be the first in the general's plan, but also to win the first place in every level, only in this way can he be worthy of the identity of the general, but whoever stands in his way-

Either choose to surrender or choose to turn to dust.

Those who dared to resist, he had taken it to heart, and was ready to settle accounts after the end of the plan.

Now where he fancied, there was a discordant voice.

An unknown commander actually secretly pulled up a force of more than 10,000 people, even Neville, who was quite confident in his command ability and determined to be better than the blue, could not do it.

He's the general!

He has received the best military education since he was a child, how can he not compare with others.

Therefore, he had no intention of recruiting Vega, and his burning jealousy made him prepare to destroy Vega, and he was ready to use his father's power to expel Vega.

Unreasonable?

Overbearing?

An elephant tramples an ant to death, and it doesn't make sense at all.

His identity is here, and in his opinion, Vega is an ant, and killing an ant is all a matter of preference.

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Vega stands on top of a 40-meter-high pine tree.

He found that only by standing on this highest point can he look up at the stars freely, and if he is shrouded in the towering trees, he will not only not be able to touch the stars, but also enjoy the sun.

In order to stand on the high ground, he had to take the first place.

But unfortunately, when the decisive battle was approaching, he had not yet come up with any practical solutions.

Conventional warfare?

He didn't think that 10,000 people could fight more than 60,000 people, not to mention that his main force was not able to exert 100 percent combat effectiveness for the time being because it had just been reorganized.

Guerrilla tactics?

Both sides know almost the same level of understanding of this land, and rashly dispersed will only be broken by each one.

Whether it is conventional warfare, guerrilla warfare, and no matter from which point of view, he does not seem to have a chance to win, and the huge gap in numbers makes Vega a little skilled.

Escaping the forest?

This is indeed a proven approach.

But he only has 11 points now, and he doesn't know where the other main battlegrounds are, and once he leaves the forest, if he loses his way and wanders outside for six months, he is likely to be eliminated due to lack of points.

That is, there was only one World War left.

If he can control this forest, he can use it as a foundation to plot other main battlefields, even if he can't find other battlefields, the points in the forest alone are at least seventy percent sure, and he can remain in the top hundred.

Whoa—

A gust of wind blew, waking up Vega's thoughts.

He couldn't help but tighten his neckline, the huge cold wind made him want to go back to camp.

"It's a southeast wind today. ”

Vega felt the wind in reverse, he remembered that the northwest wind had been blowing for the past few days, and the wind was not as strong as it was today, so he secretly guessed in his heart that this was probably a prelude to the change of season.

"Wait, southeast wind?"

Vega opened his mouth, his voice of surprise and joy extinguished in the great cold wind.

If he remembered correctly, the enemy garrison was to the southeast of him, and although it was winter and the interior was dark and damp, it was indeed a wooded forest.

Recall carefully.

There are countless battles in history where less wins more, but there is only one that makes Vega's image the most profound - fire attack.

Whether it is the battle of Chibi or the burning of 800 company camps, it is a classic battle in which the weak defeat the strong, the former extinguished Cao Wanxiong's division with fire, laying three points in the world in one fell swoop, and the latter burned 700,000 troops of the Shu army, which greatly damaged the vitality of Shu Han.

Plus now the east wind is in full swing.

Vega felt the need to give the natives, who thought they could do whatever they wanted, a taste of fire, and told the commanders that it was not only the general's domain to win more with less.