What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

Chapter 172-171- War Art Club

On the way to the social activity building, Ai Wei tilted her head and looked at Duomi, and couldn't help but curiously asked:
"Domi Duomi, what's the grudge between you and the prime minister's son? Are you so cruel?"

"Is it cruel?"

Not only Ai Wei, but also Edward and Argyle nodded simultaneously.

"Well...if I guessed correctly, it was probably around that time that we got married to him..."

After that, Duomi told the whole story from beginning to end about the bidding for the 'Book of Heraldry' in the private room where the prime minister was sitting at that auction. It didn't take much time and he finished it in a few words.

"You also know that the Book of Heraldry was finally photographed by me. As far as I know, Schnell was in the box at the time, and it was he who asked for the Book of Heraldry."

"It's like I robbed his things, so why don't you blame me?"

"I see~" Ai Wei nodded repeatedly, "I didn't expect him to be such a narrow-minded person."

"It would be better to have less contact with Schnell in the future," Argyle said, "consciously telling me that he is not a trustworthy person."

"Maybe they'll stab us in the back." Edward added.

"As the prime minister's son, he shouldn't be so stupid...intelligent, right? We are a team, what good will it do him to stab us?"

Ai Wei wanted to use some bad language, but years of upbringing allowed her to change her language in time.

At this time, Duomi, who was given the title of 'Conspirator' by the system, had the right to speak:

"That's why you don't understand Ai Wei. Never look at a person based on worldly morality, because when forced, people will do anything."

At this point, Duomi suddenly paused: "But having said that, stabbing us, or even the entire class, is not without its benefits."

"What's the benefit?"

"Forget it, let's not talk about it yet."

"Don't whet your appetite!"

The four of them walked to the club activity building talking and laughing like this.

Today, the entire street in front of the club building is very lively. Almost every club has set up a small recruitment tent on the side of the street. The club members are shouting loudly. Many freshmen are wandering around looking for their favorite club. There is a lot of excitement everywhere. With youthful vitality.

The club activities here are not like those superficial clubs in the previous life. The clubs here have a high degree of freedom. As long as they don't deliberately cause damage, they can do almost anything.

If the club performs well in its activities, it will be eligible to participate in the annual best club competition, and if it is ranked, the funds for activities in the second half of the year will be available.

The four of them were divided into four groups. After all, each of them had different interests and hobbies.

Domi strolled slowly with his hands in his pockets, looking around.

There are so many colorful clubs in front of you. There are all kinds of clubs. The more common ones are like the 'Literary Club', 'Various Sports Club', and 'Magic Research Club'.

The unconventional ones are the 'Energy Saving Club', 'Go Home Club', 'JK Hobby Club' and the like. They are niche and weird.

As he walked, Duomi suddenly spotted a club that was not so flashy in appearance and could even be called a simple club. On a red background banner were the words 'War Art Club' written in white.

A fat senior wearing glasses was lying on the table under the banner. He seemed to have fallen asleep because no one had come for such a long time.

"War Art Club? It's quite novel."

Duomi was more interested in it than those gorgeous bitches, so he walked over and tapped the table gently:

"Senior? Wake up! A new student is here!"

The slightly fat senior sat up in shock on the spot. He quickly wiped the saliva from his mouth, adjusted his glasses and looked at Duomi in front of the table:
"Do you want to join our War Art Club, junior?"

"I'm a little interested. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, that's a lot to say." The little glasses senior brushed up his scanty hair, as if he had found the last life-saving straw, and said with excitement:

"The so-called art of war means that as a commander, you should perform war as if it were an art, skillfully using tactics, arranging troops, dispatching troops, managing rear material supplies, and at the same time psychologically playing games with the opponent's commander, and finally at the lowest cost. Deal the highest damage and win a beautiful victory!"

"We have a huge sand table in our club to simulate various battles in history."

"Junior, to tell you the truth, our president is not a student, but a military adviser to the Lionheart Empire's General Staff!"

Having said this, the senior with small glasses suddenly moved closer to Duomi, leaned into his ear and whispered:
"So if we perform well in the club and pass the president's test, we may have the opportunity to serve in the Imperial Staff! I will only tell you this, my junior, and I won't tell anyone else."

It’s true that no one wants to come.

Seemingly sensing Duomi's doubts, the senior explained:

"Although our club has a small number of members, the War Art Club is really the empire's hidden talent base that specializes in training military advisors. Not everyone can become this material, so it is normal to have a small number of members."

"Junior, I see you have amazing bones. Don't you really want to give it a try? That feeling of being strategizing behind the scenes and controlling the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people!"

Those who say they are not moved are definitely lying. Which boy does not have the dream of being a general? It is just that they have been boiled away by the warm water called life.

Since you can live your whole life again, why not experience it?

Thinking of this, Duomi made up his mind:

"Senior, can you take me to experience it first?"

Anyway, I haven’t entered it yet. If it really pulls my crotch, it’s not too late to run away.

The senior clapped his hands together: "Of course there is no problem, but because of the senior I have to recruit new people here, so you can only go there by yourself, but there will be a senior to receive you when you get there..."

Following the instructions of his senior, Duomi went all the way to the top floor of Building [-] of the club activity building. Strangely, there was only this one room on the entire top floor.

I knocked on the door out of curiosity. Not long after, the sound of slow footsteps came from behind the door. Before anyone arrived, the sound came first:

"Charles, I remember it's not time to change shifts yet..."

Then the door opened.

Even in Duomi's aesthetic sense, the senior girl in front of her is considered beautiful. She has ice-colored hair that reaches her waist. Her breasts are straight and a large area is exposed under her loose pajamas. Her mouth is He was also holding a pipe in his mouth, which seemed a bit awkward.

At this moment, he was looking at Duomi with extreme fatigue and condemnation, but he didn't see the familiar little fat man.

"Excuse me... is this the War Art Club? The senior who is recruiting new students asked me to come here."

Only then did Caroline realize that this was a new member, not that Charles had been reborn and changed his number.

"Oh, it turns out he's a new member." Caroline immediately took the pipe out of her mouth and straightened her messy clothes temporarily: "Come in, I'll show you around."

The room was very dark. As he walked inside, Duomi already knew the other person's name:

"Senior, how do you and Senior Charles usually simulate war? Do you put mini chess pieces on the sand table?"

They had just passed by the huge sandbox that the senior had mentioned, and it was inevitable that Duomi would think so.

Caroline walked in front and passed the sand table: "No, that's too primitive."

"Now is an era when magic and machinery go hand in hand, look here." I saw a massage chair-like device lined up beside the wall. It was covered with dense magic inscriptions. At a quick glance, it seemed that it was engraved with magic inscriptions. There are several semi-permanent magics.

"We call it a war simulator. As long as you lie on it, the illusion magic in it will be triggered, and your mind will be sent along the designated track into the 'real battlefield' set in advance."

"In illusion, we can personally control the entire battle immersively, which is more useful than any number of sandbox exercises."

Duomi's eyes widened, what the hell is the difference between this and VR in the previous life?He was even at the forefront of the times and fully immersed himself in it!

"It stands to reason that students like us wouldn't be able to get such an instrument."

"Then why...?"

"For the obsolete products that the president obtained through his connections, the imperial military's military advisors use more advanced versions, but even obsolete products are completely sufficient for us."

"Want to go in and experience it? I will enter another one and guide you to operate it in the illusion."

"Uh-huh!!"

There is such a thing in a small and inconspicuous club. He really found a treasure!

He stepped into the instrument, pressed the start button, and extracted part of the magic power from the magic tower into it. Several inscriptions engraved on the outside lit up slightly, like a dashboard, showing that everything was running normally.

As the illusion started, Domi slowly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he saw another scene in front of him - it seemed to be in a camp, with a table in the middle, and on it was a sand table of current events of the current war.

"Junior, you are now the commander-in-chief of this war."

Senior Caroline's voice came from beside me. She also appeared in his battle and was still online.

"What should I do?"

"Do what a commander should do."

"The current time point is the eve of the founding war and the Plains Battle. You still have time to inspect the troops, check the logistics supplies, etc. Anyway, you can do whatever you want and get reasonable feedback."

"Let me try."

"I'll just follow you. If you don't understand anything, just ask. But I won't give you any advice. It's better to figure it out on your own."

"Understood, senior."

After saying that, Duomi opened the tent and walked out. When the light from the outside world reflected into his pupils, Duomi also saw the densely packed tent.

The tents were spread out to the end of the horizon, with a huge herd of war horses at the rear. It was impossible to imagine how many knights were stationed here.

The Battle of the Plains was one of the decisive battles between the New Empire and the Old Empire. In this battle, the New Empire defeated the knight legions of the Old Empire, allowing these tens of millions of cavalry to cross the vast plains and take the royal capital!

He made indelible contributions to the subsequent overthrow of the old empire.

As a battle for novices, this battle can be regarded as a textbook classic. As long as you don't act evil, you can definitely win the battle. That's when Caroline and Charles got started.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves sounded from all directions, and the four adjutants of the commander dismounted one after another and handed the newly compiled data to Domi for review.

Caroline explained in time: "Asking the adjutant to collect statistics again is a must-do operation, so I will skip this process."

"I see, I wonder why they are so smart."

As he said that, Duomi looked at the warm information in his hand.

With sufficient food and grass, stable logistics supplies, stable morale of the soldiers, and no small number of soldiers, the entire legion was in a state of readiness and could launch a charge as long as he gave the order.

At the same time, an adjutant sent a strategic map:

"Commander, how will we launch an attack?"

The number of enemy troops is the same as ours, but according to intelligence from spies, the morale of the enemy troops is low.

According to history, the old empire was on the verge of collapse at this time, and the citizens and soldiers probably felt it. The building was about to collapse, and it was normal for morale to be low.

"While keeping the army's formation unchanged, separate two cavalrymen on the left and right wings, flank them from both sides, and take turns rushing into the enemy's position to harass them."

In the illusion, all NPCs obeyed the commander unconditionally. When the adjutant received the order, he immediately started preparations.

Caroline looked at Domi deeply, and then said:

"You can choose to fast forward during the boring waiting time."

Under the guidance of his senior, Duomi skipped the preparation time and fast-forwarded to the start of the battle.

The camps all over the mountains and plains were put away at this time, and square armies stood proudly on the green grassland, holding swords and spears, ready to go.

Four separate armies responsible for harassment were also prepared on the flanks as Domi had instructed.

At the same time, the army of the old empire was already waiting on the other side of the plain.

Standing on the high-rise stands at the back, Duomi's visibility was still limited, so he could only use a telescope to gain more views.

"let's start."

"Blow the drum and march!"

Following Domi's order, the adjutant shot the flaming arrows into the sky, transmitting the message to the various ministries like beacon fire.

Boom!Boom! !
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Come on!!"

Soon, the sounds of war drums, gongs and warriors' shouts resounded across the plains, war horses neighed, and the hoofs of civilization-made horses were about to crush the earth!
The knight in heavy armor holds a spear and rushes towards the enemy formation together with countless colleagues!

The magician formation at the rear began to chant defensive magic, constantly stacking buffs for the charging knights, while more magicians chanted large-scale offensive magic, and threw it at the most crowded places as if they were free.

Countless fireballs, thunder, hurricanes, and hail crossed the empty space in the middle and hit each other's rear teams. The originally clear sky became like purgatory under such indiscriminate bombardment!
Fire burst out, roaring in the ears, mixed with severed limbs, screams and blood splattering.

"It turns out that this is war..." Domi sighed sincerely.

"Yeah, it's shocking."

When the troops were in close combat, the four harassing troops as the winning troops began to play their role.

In fact, this is exactly what the commander who commanded this battle did in history, and he was just repeating it once.

Repeating history, this is the most intuitive and effective way of experience chosen by Duomi.

Seeing the four harassing troops entering and exiting the enemy's flank formation seven times, directly accelerating the collapse of the enemy's morale, and then collapsing like dominoes, a sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously.

Duomi's emotions seemed to be infected by this battlefield, and he became a little boiling.

"Senior, come on! I want to join the club!"

(End of this chapter)