Learning God in Hand, I Have the World

Zhuang Li expressed the aspirations of all the Wei generals.The state of Jin neither raised them, nor sheltered them, nor gave them any benefits. Why did the 45 troops of the Jin state hide in the rear to watch the fun, but asked 15 of them to fight hand-to-hand with the Mongolian cavalry?

This is using them as cannon fodder!

"It seems that there is no need to fight this battle, let's go." Le Zhengming jumped up.

All the generals also retreated one after another.

Only then did the monarch of the Jin Kingdom give in, and promised to let his 45 troops rush to the front, and handed over the supreme command to Le Zhengming.

The monarchs of several nearby countries all know that Le Zhengming is really powerful when it comes to fighting. One person can directly enter a million rebellious troops, and fight back and forth thoroughly.His prestige outside the pass can even stop a child from crying at night.With him around, the Mongols would at least be a little apprehensive.

After the King of Jin left, Zhuang Li asked his lover to gather all his confidants into the tent for a pre-war seminar.

"The Mongols can destroy a country with only 10,000+ iron cavalry. Their combat power is evident. The Jin army is composed of remnants of various ministries. The morale is low and the hearts of the people are scattered. I am afraid that they will not be beaten." A The general shook his head and sighed.

The rest of the generals also agreed with this point of view, and couldn't help but worry.

"This battle must be won." Zhuang Li gave a completely opposite answer.

The noisy camp was suddenly so quiet that a needle could be heard, and everyone's burning eyes were all looking at the military division.

Le Zhengming immediately poured Curly a cup of hot tea, and troubled him to give him a lesson in tactics.

Zhuang Li took a shallow drink of tea to moisten his throat, and then continued: "I say that this battle must be won, not words of encouragement, but a conclusion based on scientific deduction and calculation. Just as geometry can effectively divide the dimension of war , Mathematical formulas can also accurately predict the outcome of a war. For example, how long will a battle last before it ends, who will win and who will lose, how many soldiers will be killed or killed, etc. "

All the generals only understood the last few words, and their hearts suddenly became hot.

Know the outcome of the war by calculation?Doesn't that amount to prophecy?The military division is really a god!

There were all kinds of doubts in my heart, but no one was in a hurry to ask questions.In the end, the military adviser will naturally explain it clearly to them in simple terms.

Zhuang Li further explained: "How to use mathematical formulas to predict a war? First of all, we need to understand a concept called the destruction rate. The ratio of the number of enemies killed in a certain period of time to the initial number of enemies is called the destruction rate. .

“举一个例子：假如蒙古军队有100人，我们在一个时辰之内可以杀死这100人中的10人，那么10:100便是10%，这就是我们在一个时序内的击毁率。”

"We only kill ten Mongols in an hour? Can't we?" Second Huai said, frowning.

Zhuang Li: "..."

Le Zhengming reprimanded angrily: "Didn't you hear the military adviser say to give an example? This is just a hypothesis, for your convenience."

"Understood." Second Huai lowered his head in shame, his black face turned red.

The rest of the generals covered their mouths and snickered.In fact, they also wanted to ask this silly question just now, but they were a little slower.Fortunately, Huai's second son, a fool, rushed to the front, setting off their wisdom and wisdom.

Zhuang Li continued: "The destruction rate is the most basic variable to describe the war equation. Through it, I can simply reveal to you another secret of winning every battle."

Hearing the words "a hundred battles and victories", everyone looked over in unison, their green eyes shining.

Zhuang Li narrated while filling out the form: "The Mongols are very powerful in combat. Do you agree with this?"

"Agreed." Everyone nodded reluctantly.

"I set the destruction rate of the Mongols to be twice that of our army, do you agree?"

Everyone was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Agreed."

Zhuang Li filled in the corresponding data into the blanks and said: "So, the Mongols' destruction rate is 20%, our army's destruction rate is 10%, and our army's combat effectiveness is only half of theirs. Look at it, if the initial strength of both of us is 100 people, in the first time series, the Mongols killed 20 of us, and we killed 10 of the Mongols, and the strength of our two sides became 90:80.

"Assuming a constant kill ratio for both of us, and fighting continues until the last man in one of the armies dies, then in the second time series we are 81:64.

"In the third time series, the ratio is 73:51.

"In the fourth time series, the ratio is 66:41..."

Zhuang Li kept counting nineteen times before the strength of the two sides became 14:0.

Then, he took out another piece of paper, drew a table, and said: "Now, let's calculate another war model. Assume that the destruction rate of the Mongols is still 20%, and the destruction rate of our army is still 10% , but this time, the initial strength of the Mongols is 100, and the initial strength of our army is 300. Then in the first sequence after the war, the ratio of the strength of the Mongols to our army is 70:280.

"In the second sequence, the ratio is 42:266.

"In the third time series, the ratio is 16:263.

"In the fourth time series, the ratio is 0:263."

Zhuang Li spread the two tables on the table, and said slowly: "Now I want to tell you the second variable, which is the battle loss rate, that is, the ratio of the loss of an army after the battle to the initial strength. In one war model, the Mongols completely wiped out our army, and the battle loss rate was 86%; in the second model, our army wiped out the Mongols, and the battle loss rate was 12%. Now you compare the two models, see Is there any mystery?"

All the generals gathered around immediately, pointing at the two forms, discussing a lot, always feel that something has been grasped, but they can't tell what it is.

Le Zhengming understood after only a short thought, and was about to give the answer, but saw the little curly wink at him.

He understood, and kept silent.

The generals put their heads together and stared at the two forms, but they didn't dare to speak at all, lest they would make everyone laugh if they said something wrong.

Zhuang Li had no choice but to remind: "Don't stare at the numbers, just compare the destruction rate, battle damage rate, initial strength, and the length of time it took to win the war between the two tables. Talk about the difference between the two, and what do you think?" I understand."

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then they became excited one by one.

"I understand the military division! The Mongols' fighting power is twice as high as ours, but it takes a long time for them to kill us when the number of participants is equal! You see, in the first table, they spent nineteen The time sequence killed us to zero; in the second form, we had 300 people, and it only took four time sequences to wipe them all out!" A general raised his hand and shouted.

"Yes, yes, yes," someone immediately echoed, "The more people participating in the battle, the shorter the time to win!"

Someone hurriedly added: "The casualties will be even smaller! The same 100 people participated in the battle, and the Mongols killed 86 people when they killed us; in the latter mode, we had three times more than them, and only 36 people died when we killed them!"

"I understand. Even if the Mongols are much stronger than us in fighting power, we can actually defeat them easily when we have three times the number of them. Is this what you mean?" Yelling with palms up.

Zhuang Li smiled lightly and was about to speak.

A general standing outside suddenly shouted excitedly: "Military Master, I have realized a truth, which is probably the secret of invincibility that you want to pass on to us. Would you like to listen to it?"

"Tell me." Zhuang Li looked over expectantly.

Everyone also turned their heads with burning eyes.

The man cleared his throat and said quickly: "Combining these two tables, I found that there is no battle in the world where the less wins the more, and the weak wins the strong!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the tent.

Someone immediately retorted: "You fart, the military division led us to defeat the Jie people! Isn't that winning more with less?"

Zhuang Li couldn't stop laughing lowly, and raised his hand again, motioning for everyone to be quiet.

Le Zhengming looked around at this group of big bosses who suddenly loved learning and thinking, and felt quite comforted in his heart.After being taught by the little curly hair, they seem to have 12 enthusiasm for fighting.

The previous general boldly continued to say: "No, think about it carefully. The military division taught us the Yanyue Formation, let us control the effective combat number of the Jie people to about [-]. In fact, in the Battle of Guandu , The ratio of our troops to the Jie tribe is [-] to [-]. Our number is more than ten times more than theirs!"

The generals thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized: Yes, this is the truth!

Seeing everyone nodding, the general's voice became louder: "Then I thought of Mr. Kong Ming's most famous battle of Gaopo. In that battle, Mr. Kong Ming wiped out the enemy's 13 army with 30 horses.

At that time, he used the Bagua array, which could effectively divide the enemy army into 64 parts.Do your math, one 30th of 64 is more than 600 people, and the strength of Mr. Kong Ming is more than 20 times that of the enemy in an instant.That's why he wins big!Now, have you tasted something? "

"The quality is out, the quality is out, all wars are actually won by the side with more people, and the concept of more people is not what we see with our eyes at all, it is divided, calculated, and even more deliberately arranged of!"

Second Huai stroked the back of his head, and said cheerfully, "My mother can say such profound words! General, did you hear that?"

The ice on Le Zhengming's face melted in the testimonials from all his subordinates, and he could only smile and nod.

Zhuang Li also clapped his palms and said with a light smile, "Everyone is right. This is the most basic secret to victory in every battle—concentrate superior forces. As long as your own forces are three times, four times, or five times more than the enemy's Even ten times, if there is no huge generation difference in weapons, this battle will definitely be won. At that time, no matter how high the enemy's combat power is and how far the range is, it will be difficult for them to win, and all advantages will be lost by our crowd tactics. Fill in."

This theory of war was once used to the extreme by a great man in Huaguo.One of his most famous arguments is "concentrate all superior forces to annihilate the enemy".

The so-called "concentrate all superior forces" refers to dispatching the most troops to participate in the battle in a short period of time. If there are not enough troops, he would rather avoid them.So the enemy's planes, tanks, machine guns, and cannons were beaten to pieces by his millet plus rifle.

Hearing the encouragement from the military adviser, everyone became more interested in strategy and tactics. They took out the Mongols' past battle reports and studied them carefully, and found something new, so they all shouted.

"Military division, military division! I know how to defeat the Mongols!"

"I know too!"

"I, I, I, I also know." A general standing on the outermost edge jumped up and raised his hand, lest the military division would not see him.

Zhuang Li chuckled and said, "Then you can help me analyze how we can defeat the Mongols."

Second Huai spoke first, fearing that others would steal his limelight: "The Mongols don't seem to know how to form formations, but in fact they also know how to divide the enemy's war dimension, so they can always win more with less."

"That's right! That's what I want to say!"

"Second Huai, you are the roundworm in my stomach!"

"I think so!"

Many generals shouted at the top of their voices, trying to steal Huai's second son's limelight.Isn't it just analyzing strategies and tactics?They will too!

But God knows, before Little Curly came, this group of big bastards would look at Le Zhengming with bewildered eyes every time they went to war, as if we were right to follow what you said.

They can have such a big change today, it all depends on the training of the little curly hair.

In time, Le Zhengming could almost imagine how far they would grow.When they are released one by one, they can all become fierce generals guarding one side.

The second Huai with the dullest mind is now confidently saying: "Military Master, the Mongols actually learned this style of play from the wild wolves.

"They like to use harassment tactics, that is, they use iron cavalry to besiege the enemy infantry from time to time. When the infantry retreats, they chase and fight; when the infantry enters, they immediately ride their horses and run away to avoid casualties.

"Over time, the enemy's battle formation was broken up under their constant harassment, and the enemy's soldiers became exhausted, making it difficult to organize an effective attack. They first divided the enemy's war dimension, exhausted the enemy's army, and then killed Come back to reap the victory"

All the generals nodded and echoed, "That's right, that's it! The Mongols like to engage in exhaustion tactics!"

Second Huai was even more proud, patted the table and said: "Military Master, have you ever seen a pack of wolves besieging a flock of sheep? That's what those beasts do.

"From time to time, they ran to the edge of the flock, scratched a certain sheep's buttocks, and when the flock ran over with sharp horns, they scattered and ran away, and so on, until a certain sheep was exhausted and fell behind. , the wolves rushed over and killed the sheep.

"The Mongolian army is actually a pack of wild wolves, unlike us, who have already learned how to skillfully use battle formations. They rely entirely on wild intuition."

Zhuang Li nodded appreciatively, and said, "So? What should we do in the face of wolves?"

Second Huai's tail was almost raised with pride, and he was about to speak, but someone in the tent couldn't wait to shout: "In the case of an absolute superiority in troops, don't fall behind, keep our battle formation, it's time to attack!" , you should be careful, don't be hung up by the Mongols!"

Huai Er Er was almost suffocated by the high-spirited talk stuck in his throat.Damn, who stole his limelight?

At the same time, someone shouted: "Don't be afraid of the Mongols, they are not that powerful! Don't think about anything on the battlefield, beat him!"

This land was ravaged by Mongolian cavalry.Hearing that the Mongols are coming, which country's army is not afraid?There are even some small countries that directly open their city gates and kneel down to welcome their invasion.

Mongols are like wolves, fierce and fierce. Even if the Han people surrendered, they would still kill them. They would often ride across the border, leaving behind mountains of corpses and seas of blood. haze.

In the past, the soldiers of the Wei State were also afraid, but now, after they learned how to win a battle, this fear has been completely replaced by an eager desire to fight.

They wanted to take on the Mongols on the battlefield.

They always feel that their combat literacy is almost catching up with Mr. Kong Ming.The gossip array that his old man can use, they can also use!As long as the Mongols' war dimension is divided into small pieces, they can easily win, but the specific method has to be well deduced on the sand table.

Winning more with less, defeating the weak with the strong, they can also create such a miracle in time!

Seeing the wolf-like green light in everyone's eyes, Le Zhengming immediately suppressed their swollen ambitions: "Be honest, don't get excited. I won't let you shed a drop of blood for Jin. I If we bring you out one by one, we must bring you back one by one.”

Everyone's eyes were hot, and they almost shed tears.The General was too kind to them.Whether it is a military division or a military division, the military division is reluctant to let them go to fight for Jin.

A moving and joyful atmosphere enveloped this big tent.

Zhuang Li said happily, "It seems that you are all ready to leave the army. That's right, you only need to do two things to defeat the Mongols: First, let the Jin army learn not to be harassed by the Mongols, and always maintain a neat and solid battleground." Second, teach them how to overcome the fear in their hearts, so that they can maximize the advantages of their numbers."

All the generals nodded and called Gao Miao.

However, Le Zhengming poured cold water on it at this time: "But these two points are precisely the most difficult to achieve.

"The army of the Jin State is composed entirely of remnants of foreign races, and they don't know how to unite and cooperate at all. How can they maintain a neat and strong formation on the battlefield?

"Moreover, most of the homelands of these remnants were destroyed by the Mongols. They are afraid of the Mongols. I am afraid that they will flee in all directions when they go to the battlefield, and we will have to take care of them ourselves."

All the generals suddenly fell into anxiety.The general is right, those alien races are very cunning, and they are not willing to sacrifice their lives for the state of Jin.Many of them are probably planning to bite back.

Zhuang Li took advantage of the situation and asked: "So, do you have any good ideas?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, all a little confused.It is not an easy task to condense the loose sand of the Jin State into a rock, and to equip the remnants of the foreign race with the courage to fear death and the perseverance to never retreat, it is a task harder than reaching the sky!

Everyone thought about it and could only shake their heads.

Second Huai said with a straight face, "Military Master, why don't you teach us a way?"

Zhuang Li looked around the crowd, seeing that everyone really had no idea, so he knocked on the table and said, "Listen to the drum."

"What?" Everyone was stunned.

Pointing to his ear, Zhuang Li repeated: "You don't need to boost their morale, you don't need to reconcile their conflicts, and you don't need to teach them complicated battle formations. In the next month, you only need to teach them a little ——When you hear the sound of the war drums, you can rush forward without retreating, that's enough."

"It's that simple?" Second Huai confirmed.

"Yes, it's that simple." Zhuang Li nodded firmly, and then explained in detail: "After 30 days of high-intensity training, Jin soldiers will form a conditioned reflex of 'charging forward as soon as they hear the drums and thunder'.

"You don't need to know what a conditioned reflex is. You just need to understand that the sound of the drum will deprive these soldiers of their thinking ability and make them fight only by instinct. When the drum beats, they charge, and when the drum goes out, they stop, just as you see signal soldiers It's like waving a flag and knowing which direction to turn.

"In this way, no matter how much the Mongols harass, the rhythm of the attack will always be controlled by the Jin army. Do you understand?"

All the generals are people who have experienced hard training. They have long been accustomed to follow the sound of drums and signal flags on the battlefield, so they naturally understand this truth.

If they realized something, they clapped their hands in praise, each led tens of thousands of Jin soldiers, and took them to train.

When he left the tent, Huai Er Er shook the curtains and walked outside, raised his hands to the sky, and shouted wildly, "In time, I will definitely become the God of War!"

Everyone laughed, but the same ambition arose in their hearts.Under the guidance of the military division, they gradually discovered that the formation and the art of war are not as difficult to understand as they are written in the book.As long as you study hard, you can eventually become a generation of famous generals.

Le Zhengming listened intently to the commotion outside, and then laughed a few times, but after a while, he looked a little lonely again, and murmured: "It is said that the soldiers will be raging one by one. They have been with me for several years, and they have grown a little bit." None. When you came, they all changed their appearance, am I not good at it?"

Zhuang Li glanced at his lower abdomen, and said pointedly: "I think you are very good."

Le Zhengming immediately blushed his ears, and wanted to stare, but first smiled with his thin lips.

Zhuang Li stood up, wrapped his arms around his lover's neck from behind, put his lips against the top of his hair, and whispered softly: "If you can't do it, how can you let them follow you loyally? When you kill the enemy, you will always stand in the front. Leave the danger and death to yourself. You are not good at words, but you will take all the responsibilities on your shoulders. To me, you are the best person in the world."

Not only did Le Zhengming's ears burn, but so did his eye sockets, nose, and heart.His tiredness, his exhaustion, his confusion and helplessness were finally completely healed at this moment.

Zhuang Li lowered his head slightly, put his cheek against his lover's temple, and said with hot air, "I will be your brain, and you will be my knife; I will strategize for you, and you will fight thousands of miles for me. Together we Together we are invincible, isn't that good?"

"Okay." Le Zhengming said in an extremely hoarse voice, but now his eyes that were usually frosty were filled with clear tears.

Zhuang Li bit the tip of his ear and continued to coax: "Then let's play with guns for a while, shall we?"

Le Zhengming, who was full of emotion, said, "..."

He was only stunned for a moment, then bent down to pick up the little curly hair, and strode towards the inner room.

He may not be able to use his brain, but he is best at playing with guns!

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A month later, the Mongolian army arrived.

The Ninth Prince and Zhuang Xu sat in the gazebo on the top of the mountain, leisurely looking at the distant mountains blurred by rain and fog.

"Has our army assembled yet?" The Ninth Prince brewed tea slowly.

"The assembly has been completed. Just wait for the Jin Kingdom to be defeated. Then I can immediately enter the battlefield and reap the victory. My father asked me to bring a coffin to collect Zhuang Li's body. At that time, I have to trouble Your Highness to allocate some manpower for me. It is really difficult to find a broken corpse on the huge battlefield."

Zhuang Xu turned the cup over and washed it with boiling water, with a calm smile on his face.

His brother's death was like a wisp of mist blown away by the wind in his mouth, so thin it was not worth mentioning.

"It's a pity for such an amazing and talented person." The Ninth Prince shook his head regretfully, and poured tea with his sleeves rolled up.

When he handed one of the cups of tea to Zhuang Xu, a soldier hurried over, and Natou bowed: "Report~ The Jin army defeated the Mongolian iron cavalry!"

With a bang, the hot tea soup splashed around the hands of the Ninth Prince and Zhuang Xu, scalding their skins red.

"Hiss!" The Ninth Prince gasped, suppressing his anger and asked: "Did Jin win?"

"Yes, General Lezheng didn't send troops in the whole process, and the 45 Jin troops beat the Mongols away by themselves."

"The Mongols are so vulnerable?" Zhuang Xu also came back to his senses and asked hoarsely.

The soldiers clasped their hands together: "It is said that after the war started, the war drums of the Jin State kept beating non-stop, and the Jin State's army rushed forward without hesitation. They were braver and better at fighting than the Mongols, so they won the victory very quickly."

"Rush forward when you hear the drum beating, is this tactic alone enough to defeat the Mongols?" The Ninth Prince was stunned.

During this month, he had sent people to the state of Jin many times to inquire about Le Zhengming and Zhuang Li's movements, so he knew that Zhuang Li had proposed this strategy.

Zhuang Li was reluctant to let Le Zhengming's private soldiers participate in the battle, and he did not teach the advanced battle formation of the Jin army. He only asked them to form the simplest square formation every day, and listened to the roar of the war drums, rushing back and forth on the training ground.

Seeing this information, the Ninth Prince thought that Zhuang Liqian had no idea and had no idea, so he could only fool the Jin army as fools.Anyway, after the defeat, he can still leave Jin State safely under the protection of Le Zhengming's 15 private soldiers. There is nothing to worry about.

Now that he heard the exact results of the battle, the Ninth Prince realized belatedly that Zhuang Li's arrangement was not nonsense, but a subtle strategy.

But the Ninth Prince couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking at all, let alone the secret of this man's repeated victories.

"If you are allowed to go to Jin, can you help them defeat the Mongols?" The Ninth Prince turned to look at Zhuang Xu.

Zhuang Xu hid the back of his red-hot hands into his sleeves, and said with a smile, "How can a 45 army fight against 15 soldiers and horses?"

The Ninth Prince stared at him for a while, then lowered his eyes to drink tea, and sneered in his heart: It's easy to say, but I don't see you volunteering to support Jin.After all, he still doesn't have Zhuang Li's ability.The loose sand gathered by a group of remnants of foreign races can also be trained by Zhuang Li to form an indestructible iron army. The opponent is really not easy!

It wasn't until this time that the Ninth Prince realized that there was such a big discrepancy between the rumors and the reality.

Zhuang Xu, the very famous young genius, doesn't seem to be very powerful; Zhuang Li, the playboy, is not cowardly and incompetent at all.Obviously, those who spread the rumors are deliberately praising Zhuang Xu and suppressing Zhuang Li!But what is the benefit of the other party doing so?

The Ninth Prince was concentrating on it, and soon thought of Mrs. Yanran who was loved by Zhuang Ran like a treasure.

His heart suddenly blocked, and he felt even more uncomfortable.A foot-washing maid is a foot-washing maid, but just because of a little selfishness, Zhuang Li's reputation was ruined, and he lost a minister!

Because of this thought, when the Ninth Prince looked at Zhuang Xu again, he didn't find it pleasing to the eye.

Good things are afraid of comparison, this is an eternal truth.

Zhuang Xu is an extremely sensitive person. He quickly noticed the subtle emotional changes of the Ninth Prince, so he closed his eyes and frantically flipped through the military books in his mind, trying to find out the reason why Zhuang Li won easily.But what is written in the book is easy to read, but it is even more difficult to apply it in reality.

He searched for a long time but couldn't find a basis, so he had to give up.

These various military books suddenly appeared in his mind when he was ten years old.As if he had found a treasure, he devoted himself to studying it, and used various strategies in the military book to help the new emperor seize the throne.

Because of this, his father loved him very much.

He originally thought that he was the son of God chosen by the heavens, with extraordinary wisdom and talents, and that he would surely be able to make great achievements in the future and occupy a high position, but he didn't expect Zhuang Li to break his self-confidence just by raising his hand lightly.

Could it be that even if I have so many mysterious military books, I can't match Zhuang Li?Is he really that smart?Zhuang Xu was extremely unwilling, but suddenly found that there was an extra book in his mind called "Complete Book of Firearms".

He hastily flipped through a few pages, and his breathing became very rapid. When he opened his eyes, the frustration in his pupils had been completely replaced by excitement.

He adjusted his mood, and said in a slow and self-confident tone: "Your Highness, it seems that my good brother really has some real skills. If so, I can only play the real game."