A group of officers in the tent argued over the sand table.

"I think we should suppress it with artillery first, and then send soldiers to charge. In order to cope with the rolling stones, rolling wood. I don't think it's necessary to use line tactics, it can be broken into parts. One class at a time. It is not even necessary to use a flintlock pistol, after all, at such a distance. With the advantage of the terrain, the range of the bow and arrow can also be comparable to ours. We might as well rush straight up and use the advantage of our armor to engage the enemy in close combat. ”

The other officer shook his head.

"No, there's obviously something wrong with your tactics. War is not a one-man fight, it is a collaboration as a whole. There are only ten people in a squad, and when you rush into the trenches, dozens of times more enemies will surround you, and no matter how powerful the armor is, what is the use. ”

....

In the past few days, the command room has been full of voices discussing tactics, and they are basically in order. And they don't know the essentials, it's almost the same to let this group of officers fight a conventional war. But in the current situation, some of these officers lack a trace of inspiration, more precisely, a gift for war.

Beson felt that there was no reason for such a discussion, so he decided to go out and take a walk.

The sun outside was noticeably brighter, and Beson looked into the distance, rubbed his eyes, and instantly felt much more relaxed. The soldiers who came and went would give a military salute to Beson, and Beson was accustomed to nodding his head in understanding.

I met a group of soldiers, dressed in light clothes, holding horses in their hands, swaggering over, and their spirits were extraordinary.

Beson looked at it, and the white-clad regiment.

But he still stopped the leading big man.

"Eh, don't you know who I am?"

The Big-Headed Soldier shook his head blankly.

Besson pointed to his epaulettes.

The big-headed soldier obviously knew that this was related to the rank of the Iron Fist Regiment, and saw this man with a surprised look on his face.

had to give a decent military salute.

"Sir, good!"

Besson muttered.

"This Balder is really, he doesn't even teach his big-headed soldiers to know the epaulettes. ”

When the big-headed soldier heard this, this person was strange, and inexplicably stopped himself, showed off his rank, and said bad things about his regiment commander. Immediately retorted sharply.

"Who are you, just said bad things about our regimental leader. If you want me to say that you are the division commander Beisen is a fool, if we had changed to the white-clothed regiment, we would have taken down these two broken peaks a long time ago. I also use my bag here all day. ”

At this time, some soldiers gradually approached, and there was a hairy boy who dared to yell at the commander. Rare!

Beson came interested.

"Tell me, we didn't shoot down with artillery for half a day. You still have a way to ride a horse. ”

The big-headed soldier instantly became angry, and it turned out that the officers of the Iron Fist Army were nothing more than that.

"It was our white-clad regiment that rode directly on our horses and rushed over. The enemies on those bird peaks haven't recovered yet, and we've already run away. ”

A soldier next to him said.

"Unless you can fly, they can shoot like hedgehogs with arrows. Not to mention rolling stones, rolling wood. ”

Indeed, the twin peaks are not just two peaks, but also have a long depth. Can be forged into a long line of defense.

The big-headed soldier was obviously a little unconvinced.

"Who said you can't rush over, when you hit the second peak a few days ago, I felt that I could rush over. ”

Sometimes for some geniuses who are trapped in a strange circle, it only takes an inspiration to get him out of the circle. Beson is like that, this big guy points everyone.

Besson said to the Big-Headed Soldier.

"It's really TMD that you're so clever and right. ”

After saying that, he quickly ran back to the command room.

Leaving the big head soldier at a loss.

"Brother, do you know who you just talked to?"

The big head soldier had some bad premonitions.

"It's our division commander Bessen. ”

In an instant, the Big-Headed Soldier decided to go back and memorize all the ranks of the complex Iron Fist Army.

Beson excitedly returned to the command and said loudly excitedly.

"I thought about it, I thought about it. ”

Seeing this, the officers present all knew that the division commander had some ghost idea again.

Beson said, pointing to the twin peaks.

"Why do we have to lay the Twin Peaks, we don't need to lay the Twin Peaks. ”

Besson follows the gorge in the middle of the twin peaks all the way to the last city of Tahan.

"Our goal is this, what do we want Twin Peaks for. Now the territory of this group of nobles is scattered and empty. All we have to do is send an army through the gorge to the city of Tahan. ”

Only then did everyone react, yes, why attack the Twin Peaks. Now it is enough to send an army to rush over, and now the enemy army has no cavalry at all, now it is just a matter of them attracting firepower and letting the white-clothed regiment capture the city of Takhan as quickly as possible.

So a detailed battle plan began to be formulated.

How many artillery guns are needed to suppress, how many soldiers are needed to lure enemy fire, and so on.

And, of course, the most crucial figure, Balde.

"You say one of my soldiers came up with it?"

Balder's eyes widened in disbelief.

Besson nodded and said with appreciation.

"Even the framework of the entire program was proposed. ”

"I'm obedient, one of my big soldiers turned out to be an unborn military genius. When I got back, I promoted him to deputy head of the regiment. ”

Besson laughed.

"Then you go quickly, anyway, the white-clothed regiment is not mine. ”

Bald laughed wryly. If he really promoted that big-headed soldier to the deputy commander, it would be a big joke.

The big-headed soldier may just say it casually, looking at the war from an outsider's point of view. But he only started to sow the effect, like drilling a hole in a dam to let the water out. But the premise is that there is water in the dam, and it is useless to drill more holes without water.

The criterion for becoming a qualified general is to have enough water.

However, the reward is still rewarded, and you can reward some gold coins and the like.

After intense discussions, a detailed plan was worked out.

The first step is shelling.

Before dawn, piles of artillery were pushed out. Enders wondered what the other side could do if they pulled out the cannon at such a late hour, at most it sounded.

Enders didn't plan to shoot back with the artillery, he wasn't as wealthy as the Iron Fist, and the cannonballs were thrown here as if they didn't need money. He's going to save a little money.

Thirty-three cannons became the protagonists of the night, the constant appearance of fire, the sound of roar.

Enders and Beard both had black faces, and the Iron Fist couldn't sleep like this. But there are also the kind of geniuses who can sleep even when the sky falls, and as long as the shells don't fall around, they can sleep to death.

But this kind of person is always a minority, and it is particularly annoying in the eyes of those who can't sleep around. I'm so sleepy that I can't sleep, but this guy can sleep to death. I'm really angry.

Beson, on the other hand, was a kilometer away, asleep.