Zhuang Li, surrounded by a group of soldiers, climbed onto the high platform and looked over the battlefield.

The sound of war drums rumbled like rolling thunder in the sky. Jin's alien coalition troops rushed forward in the direction of the thunder. The neatly arranged square battle formations carried an indomitable momentum and formed a long snake shape.

The Mongol army rushed to the ground and fell to pieces.

The Mongolian army tried to use the tactics they were best at, fighting and running to lure the enemy deeper.

But the Jin army did not respond at all.

The Mongolian cavalry came forward to harass, and the Jin army quickly gathered the small phalanxes into a large phalanx and stabbed them with their spears.

The Mongolian cavalry, which was scattered into several small groups, could not get any favor under the dense spearheads. They could only pretend to be defeated, turn around and run back, trying to lure the Jin army to charge forward.

However, the thunderous war drums suddenly stopped at this moment, and the Jin army that was about to pursue them immediately stood firm and defended this battle formation impregnably.

Seeing that they could not be lured away, the Mongolian cavalry had no choice but to come back and harass them again.

At this moment, the drums that had stopped for a moment suddenly rang out, and the Jin army that was standing still rushed forward desperately, and the slanted spears quickly pierced the horses of the Mongolian cavalry.

The feared Mongolian cavalry, which had trampled countless lands, was defeated by the Jin army after only a few rounds. How could the remaining infantry of less than 100,000 people be a match for the 450,000 Jin army?

As Zhuang Li predicted before, when the ratio of one's own forces to the enemy's forces reaches more than 5:1, all strategies and tactics will lose their effectiveness, and the number of people will become one's absolute advantage in winning victory.

This is the ironclad mathematical law of the cyclic cause-and-effect sequence of war, and it is also the place where countless military geniuses failed.

"Did you see it?" Zhuang Li pointed at the Mongolian army that was being strangled by the Jin army like sickles cutting wheat on the battlefield, and said slowly: "When the numerical advantage we obtain in the war is large enough, the impact of tactical techniques will

The force will be compressed to a minimum."

The generals carefully observed the situation on the battlefield and nodded with deep sympathy.

Zhuang Li added: "From now on, I want you to only act in accordance with this strategic idea, that is, you can only join the battle when your own strength is more than three times that of the enemy. Otherwise, you would rather retreat. This is not cowardice, but

A strategy to preserve strength. Unless you encounter a battle that must be fought, do not violate this idea at any time."

"If you achieve this, you will also become a victorious God of War." Zhuang Li looked around the crowd and said slowly.

He seemed to have a bewitching magic power about him, which aroused everyone's heart.

Huai Laoer first raised his hands and shouted: "General, I will obey the teachings of Master Military Advisor!"

"The general will definitely do what the military advisor says!"

"The general has learned another trick!"

"..."

The other generals also spoke excitedly one after another, and became extremely enthusiastic about marching and fighting.

Le Zhengming looked around at the group of soldiers who had completely changed their appearance, and couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled. He turned to look at Little Curly Hair, with indescribable tenderness in his eyes, and found that a ray of cool wind ruffled Little Curly Hair's temples

, he reached out his hand to gently remove it for him, and pinched his thin earlobe with his fingertips.

Last night, Le Zhengming quietly left a bright red mark on the back of this round earlobe. He wanted to mark this person so that he would not be found again from now on.

Zhuang Li glanced at him with a smile, then looked at the battlefield under the high platform, and said in a deep voice: "Before every war, you not only have to think about how to win victory, but you must also plan how to win victory at the minimum cost. In other words, you

You must use the greatest strength to protect your soldiers, and if possible, not one of them should be missing."

"Master Military Advisor is right! Every comrade is our relative, and no one of us can be missing!" someone echoed.

Others had sore eyes and noses.

Zhuang Li walked to the high platform and spoke slower and slower: "Whenever I start a war, I will first think about this question, how to win victory with zero casualties?"

The generals who were almost crying couldn't help but were stunned. Every time they started a battle, they won with zero casualties. How dare you think about it, Master Military Advisor!

"If a general doesn't think so when arranging strategies and tactics, then he is not a qualified general."

Zhuang Li turned around, looked at Le Zhengming with gentle eyes, and said slowly: "If you use the blood of soldiers to smear your glorious achievements, one day, this general will be bitten by more blood. Please ask me carefully.

Ask General Lezheng, does he think so? Why does he rush to the front every time a battle starts?"

Everyone's eyes also fell on Le Zhengming, and then the corners of their eyes gradually became wet.

The general rushes to the front every time a battle begins, and even risks his life many times to break into the enemy camp, kill the commander, and end a battle early. By doing this, isn't he doing his best to protect everyone?

He is exchanging his own life for the survival of the vast majority of soldiers!

"General, I, Huai Lao Er, am determined to follow you for the rest of my life!" Huai Lao Er knelt down with a plop, holding Le Zhengming's thigh and wiping his tears.

The others were about to kneel down, but Le Zhengming raised his hand to stop them.

He grabbed Huai Laoer and scolded him coldly: "Be my soldier, your knees must not be weak!"

Huai Laoer immediately straightened his back and puffed up his chest.

Zhuang Li smiled at them and said slowly: "So, when you can guard one side in the future, you should think so."

"General, I know. Thank you, Master Military Advisor, for your teaching!" Everyone hurriedly handed over their hands and agreed, completely surrendering in their hearts.

Zhuang Li turned to look at the battlefield and said, "To achieve victory with zero casualties, this is the highest level of tactics. And zero-casualty battles can be roughly divided into seven types, namely sneak attack type, stealth type,

Weapon generation difference type, war dimension inclusion type, strong shield type, collapse type, exhaustion type. On the battlefield, if you work hard to create these seven conditions, you can easily win.

"There is no need to explain the sneak attack type. You should all understand it." Zhuang Li asked with interest: "You must have done sneak attacks on enemy camps late at night, right?"

The generals immediately became excited and said at once: "I've done it, I've done it!"

"That battle was so exciting! The general led more than 20 of us and killed 300 barbarians!"

"We also burned the barbarians' camp and food! Except for Huai Lao'er who was slightly injured, everyone is fine!"

"The sneak attack type is really powerful, but what about the stealth type?"

Zhuang Li replied: "The stealth type, as the name suggests, is to hide oneself. This is the model where bandits hide in dense forests and shoot the imperial bandit suppressing troops with hidden arrows. Bandits can often repel thousands or even tens of thousands at a very small cost.

All the bandit-suppressing troops."

"Master Military Advisor is right! That's why there is a saying among the people that a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake!" Huai Laoer raised his palms and shouted.

The others also nodded with deep sympathy.

Zhuang Li explained one by one: "Weapon generation is simpler. If you hold swords, guns, swords and halberds to fight a group of bandits carrying stones, the result will only be that the bandits will be wiped out, because

There is a huge generational difference between stones and swords, guns, swords and halberds, just like a grandson meeting his grandfather."

"Yes, yes, that's the truth!" Everyone understood it as soon as they heard it, and couldn't help but nod their heads.

"The war dimension inclusive type is somewhat similar to the weapon generation type. They both rely on the superiority of weapons and equipment to win victory. However, both sides use the same weapons, such as bows and arrows. One side has greatly improved the range, allowing its own war dimension to be completely covered.

The opponent, and then completely annihilate the opponent at the cost of zero casualties."

"I understand, just like when we shot the Jie people with arrows in Guandu, but the Jie people didn't dare to shoot us with arrows, then this is an inclusive type of war, right?" A general immediately commented.

"You are right. The strong shield type uses light armor, heavy armor, shields, fortresses, tunnels and other protective equipment to reduce one's own casualties. The Mongolian heavy cavalry is a classic application of this tactic.

"Crash type and exhaustion type are talking about now."

Zhuang Li pointed at the remnants of the Mongolian army that had been defeated by the Jin people and fled, and said with a chuckle: "When the hope of victory is completely wiped out and the shadow of death hangs in the hearts of every soldier, they will collapse.

Then there was no intention to fight. When the last arrow was shot, the sharp sword became dull, and the army with exhausted resources could only let the enemy kill it."

"Look at the Mongols below. What they are encountering is a battle of collapse and exhaustion. At this time, the Jin army will hardly suffer any new casualties." Zhuang Li waved his hand and raised his broad sleeves.

Then he brushed across the bloody battlefield below.

It's just that most of the blood was shed by the Mongols, and the Jin soldiers were rushing forward amidst the thunderous sound of war drums. No one fell, and they chopped the Mongols to pieces.

Zhuang Li looked at this scene with satisfaction and chuckled: "Now I will teach you another strategy. When the enemy's destruction rate is greatly reduced due to exhaustion or collapse, sending a reserve team can quickly increase our army's destruction rate and

The number of people fighting, and these two variables are the key to victory or defeat.

"In other words, at this time, if our army suddenly adds a reserve team to enter the battle, then our army's destruction rate will increase to more than 30%, and our military strength will return to its initial state.

"The enemy's destruction rate has dropped to less than 2%, and its troop strength is only one-third or even less than its original size. Using war equations, one can draw a conclusion - our army will appear in reserve.

Victory was achieved in an instant, and it was a victory with zero casualties."

"The flexible use of the reserve team is also one of the secrets to victory in every battle. I have said so much, do you understand what I mean?" Zhuang Li turned around and looked around at the generals.

Huai Laoer shouted at the top of his lungs: "I understand!"

The others also nodded vigorously to show their rapid progress in wisdom.

Everyone stood still.

Le Zhengming held his forehead, feeling very helpless. Finally, he hugged Curly Hair into his arms, patted his back gently, and whispered softly: "Wait for me here, I'll be back soon!"

He turned to look at these rough guys, his expression and tone became very cold: "You understand, why don't you go ahead and order troops? We are what the military advisor calls the reserve team! We want to reap the victory of the Mongols and Jin people at the last moment!

This victory belongs to us!"

The generals were stunned for a few breaths before they came to their senses, and they howled excitedly: "Oh, my strategist is so insidious! Let's go down and start a battle! Brothers, charge!"

Everyone rushed down the high platform, roaring all the way. Le Zhengming was about to hug Curly again, but saw the other person suddenly jump on his back, twisting his hands and feet so tightly that he couldn't tear it off.

.

"Stop making trouble, there's a war going on right now!" Le Zhengming scolded, but his heart was sweeter than honey. He knew that Little Curly Mao couldn't bear to leave him.

"Take me with you. You promised me that you would never leave me alone again." Zhuang Li is not the kind of pitiful person who stays in a safe place and waits for others to fight for him. He is afraid of death just because he is worried about his own death.

To be worthless, not to be cowardly and incompetent.
To be continued...