Chapter 2 Streamlight (Three Era)

In an instant, there was a silence around the sand table. The deduction could indeed be declared over. The referees were all experts, and anyone could see that it was meaningless to continue to struggle. However, they could not accept that Zhang Songling wiped out his opponent in such a short time and such a simple tactic. It was so simple that there was neither a desperate rush that could make people excited, nor a trick that could make people think about it. It was just a movement, movement, and constant movement, like a cold machine, pushing forward step by step with a dull sound. Yan Baolin and Chen Hui, who acted as the defensive side, were suppressed by this seemingly "unmally rigid" tactic. They only tried to make a counterattack and were quickly wiped out.

If I had changed me, almost all those who could come to the military team of the University of Anti-Japanese University would be the only one. Instinctively placed themselves in Yan Baolin's position in his heart, trying to command the "Japanese army" for him. However, almost all those who tried this way were depressed to find that even if they changed themselves, they would be suppressed by Fatty Zhang without any temper. This guy's calculation was too accurate, and it was as accurate as the second hand of a watch. If the defense did not launch a counterattack, he would be forced to a dead end step by step. If he launched a counterattack, Yan Baolin's fate would be obvious in front of everyone, and he would be burial without a burial place.

This is still the premise that both the offense and defense can see the arrangements of the other party clearly. If the information that both sides can observe is very limited in front of the two armies, and most of the time they make judgments based entirely on the commander's battlefield experience, the sky will be rolling, and the defense side will surely die without a burial place.

"You can defeat me, but you can't insult me." Just as everyone was surprised and inexplicably, the organizer of the defense party, Yan Baolin, stood up and pointed at Zhang Songling's nose to protest.

"Old Yan." Captain Chen Hui grabbed his arm hard and blushed and taught a lesson, "If you lose, you lose. Don't embarrass our group."

"I don't want to cheat." Yan Baolin quickly realized that he had lost his composure, broke free from Chen Hui's control, bent down and picked up his turtle box and the gap between his ribs, and held it to Zhang Songling with both hands, "You won, take away the things, we can afford to lose, but you obviously have two companies of troops, why don't you use them? I look down on us and don't treat us as an opponent, right?"

"First, you are not a real Japanese commander, and you have not played the true level of the Japanese. We used two companies and have already taken a lot of advantage in terms of military strength." Zhang Songling did not take over the other party's bet and shook his head with a smile, "Second, if you are really a Japanese, I have to leave some strength to deal with the aftermath. The Japanese have a strong desire to revenge. If you destroy one of their squadrons, they cannot not want to get it back."

"That's right." Yan Baolin held the turtle box and was speechless. Although he had fought with the Japanese devils many times, he and Chen Hui and others were really unable to fully imitate the Japanese command and combat style. His past experience has indeed proved that the devils have always been "striking out their mother after fighting the child". He had just eliminated a small group of people, and then they would be retaliated by the large Japanese devils. If they were not prepared in advance, they would definitely suffer a big loss.

"If you meet a real Japanese devil, use your tactics and need several times the force to wipe out them." Taking advantage of Yan Baolin's resignation, someone in the referee team asked Zhang Songling loudly.

"It depends on the specific situation of both the enemy and us." Zhang Songling thought for a while and explained patiently, "If we encounter the front-line troops of the Japanese, for the sake of safety, I think it is better to invest three times or more troops to completely wipe them out. However, if we encounter the left-behind troops in the Japanese, perhaps more than twice the troops will be enough, provided that we must be well prepared for ammunition here."

"If you can wipe them out, it would be worth it." The students around nodded and were very satisfied with the answer given by Zhang Songling. Most of them were the Japanese garrison troops or local left-behind troops, and the scale was usually between a small team or a squadron, which was just the same as the defense party in the sand table. If you understand the tactics used by Zhang Songling's group thoroughly, you can catch medicine and deal with the Japanese after you go back.

"It's just that our county brigade has insufficient training level. If we use this tactic, it's impossible to learn to walk in Handan." Some people also whispered cold water on everyone based on their own actual situation.

"Didn't the school emphasize it? Sweat more often in daily life and less blood during wartime. After we go back, we can always train a team of elite soldiers." Someone immediately shouted and gave the best solution.

Amid the heated discussion, Yan Baolin, Scarfaced, also recovered a little bit of energy. He raised the turtle box and the rib gap with his hands again, and said respectfully to Zhang Songling: "In today's competition, I, Old Yan, will be convinced. You can accept the lottery. When I grow taller, I will come to you to win."

"Just just a joke, how can I really want your stuff?" Zhang Songling smiled and opened his body halfway, refusing to take the lottery ticket of the competition. "In the future, Lao Yan, you have free time. Welcome to come to me to compete at any time. To be honest, I have gained a lot of money when competing with you just now."

"No, no, what you lose to you is what you lose to you. How can I have the attitude to take it back?" Yan Baolin was a bachelor, and he was blocked by Zhang Songling's front, so he had to give it.

One of them didn't want it, and the other gave it sincerely, and immediately became a stalemate. Seeing this, the captain Chen Hui rushed forward to smooth things over. "Fatty, just take one thing and let him have a memory. From then on, he knows that there are people outside the world and there is heaven. I will give him the other one, so as not to become addicted to gambling one day, but he can't even afford the lottery."

"Hahaha" immediately there was another kind laughter around. The students were amused by Chen Hui's humorous statements and instantly forgot the embarrassment caused by the win or loss of the game.

Zhang Songling had no choice but to take over the risk and leave the turtle box to Lao Yan, then lowered his head and packed his schoolbag and prepared to leave. Before he could raise his head, a friendly invitation suddenly came from outside the crowd, "Well, Zhang Songling, can you take up a little more time? I want to ask your team to be the defensive side. I'll be responsible for commanding the offense. What do you think?"
Chapter completed!