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Chapter 129 The Soldier Saint Sun Wu

Yang Tiancheng's military quality was very strong. Mu Yi could see it from the formation of his troops. He vaguely felt that he was probably no match for him.

Whether it's military formation or scheduling, they are definitely above him.

Yang Tiancheng's arrangement was very reasonable. One hundred chariots were lined up in the middle. The infantry on both sides supported the archers and slowly pressed forward. There were five hundred cavalry on the left and right wings wandering around, constantly putting pressure on the black defenders.

Yang Tiancheng himself led two thousand cavalry and went straight behind the black army.

From God's perspective, the military disciples clearly saw Yang Tiancheng's strategic layout.

But what puzzled them was that Sun Wuzi had not made any move. The army seemed to have randomly formed a formation of a circle on the outside and a square on the inside, quietly waiting for Yang Tiancheng's attack.

Yang Tiancheng's eyes were solemn, and he couldn't see any flaw. Even if the cavalry on both wings crossed back and forth, exerting as much pressure as possible on the black infantry, the black lineup remained firm and motionless.

"We can't drag it out any longer!" Yang Tiancheng's face was calm, his momentum would not last long, and if he dragged on any longer, the momentum of his soldiers would decline.

"The whole army obeys the order and attacks!"

Since he couldn't see the flaw, he gave it a try. After Yang Tiancheng made up his mind, he directly launched a general attack.

"Boom!"

The tanks on the front roared and charged. The terrain of the simulated battlefield was relatively flat, which was very suitable for tanks to charge.

Yang Tiancheng placed the cloud energy on the chariot. The chariot, which had already reached its limit, surged forward with momentum as if it had passed a certain barrier.

"Fire arrows!"

Accompanied by screams, the archers who entered the shooting range also under Yang Tiancheng's order, densely covered the black army with countless arrows.

"Fight! This battle will be won!" Yang Tiancheng raised the spear in his hand and roared, catalyzing his legionary talent to the extreme, giving a steady stream of power to the cavalry behind him.

"Awesome!" The faces of everyone watching the battle also became serious. Everyone is a young military talent. Even if they are good at different directions, they can still understand clearly.

The attacks launched by Yang Tiancheng seemed to be scattered, but the rhythm was tight, almost one after another. Once one wave was not handled well, the subsequent attacks were likely to directly defeat the defense line.

However, everyone saw a scene that they couldn't understand.

The chariot did not slow down at all, roaring and rushing towards the black army. But when the chariot was about to hit the defense line, the black army split on both sides like a tide.

"Fire arrows!" Arrows shot out from both sides like rain. In an instant, even the chariot soldiers holding shields suffered an almost crazy blow.

The arrows blessed by the cloud energy had great power, and the soldiers of the Red Chariot Legion suffered a heavy blow instantly.

The armor was nailed through, the horse armor was torn to pieces, and the crackling sounds on the shields all showed what kind of blow the chariot soldiers had suffered. Even if they were protected by armor and shields, the soldiers on the chariot were nailed directly to the frame. .

Immediately after the black army's battle lines closed, it was like a big mouth swallowing up the chariot army in an instant.

"How on earth is this done?" Everyone's mind went blank.

The ferocious chariot army not only failed to cause turmoil to the black side, but directly cost them their own lives.

The whole process was smooth and flowing, without any bells and whistles. It was so smooth that it felt like it had been rehearsed millions of times.

But everyone understood that this was not acting, and it was even impossible to act. This kind of miraculous conductor appeared before their eyes.

The black side, which had swallowed up the chariot legion, shrank its formation, then pressed forward as a whole, and took the initiative to meet the infantry and archers who arrived after the chariot.

The two sides fought fiercely, with swords, shields, spears and spears colliding together simply and effectively.

The cavalry on both sides collided with the infantry phalanx on both sides. Although it caused an impact on the battle line, it was soon blocked by the infantry due to the lack of follow-up.

As they were not heavy cavalry, after their speed slowed down, they faced the point-killing of the archers in groups of three to five, and basically had no effect before being completely annihilated.

Yang Tiancheng's three-blade ax turned into nothing and had no interference effect at all.

Yang Tiancheng, who was behind the black army, couldn't see the battle ahead at this moment. He didn't place his hope on three axes. Three axes defeated a soldier?

Only a fool would dream like this. Being able to contain the opponent's troops is already the greatest victory for him.

The three axes in front are just paving the way, and the cavalry behind him are the sharp swords in his hands.

He is an orthodox military commander. He is good at extreme things, observing flaws and finding ways around them.

In their world, he relied on frontal containment and maneuvering around to successfully turn the tide of the battle, decapitating his opponent and then becoming famous throughout the world, becoming a leader among the younger generation of military strategists.

In his eyes, the front has been completely contained at this moment. Although the rear seems to be defended, it must be empty. As long as he can get through, victory is at hand.

However, in the eyes of everyone watching the battle, Yang Tiancheng's move was not a charge towards victory at all, but an absurd attempt to actively jump into a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire.

Yang Tiancheng, who seemed to have done nothing wrong every step of the way, ended up in a disastrous defeat.

"Open it for me!"

Yang Tiancheng roared and smashed out the spear in his hand. The Zhangba spear was swung away. Yang Tiancheng's power was like opening a valve, venting out with his roar.

The fierce force knocked away those in front of them in an instant, and then the spear swept across, directly tearing a hole in the battle line. The cavalry behind them followed closely, directly breaking up the rear army's defense line.

However, before Yang Tiancheng could get excited, he saw the spear coming towards him like a wall.

The spearmen who had been waiting for a long time stabbed out the spears in their hands steadily without any fancy operations. A simple straight thrust easily blocked all Yang Tiancheng's movements.

If it weren't for the desperate resistance of the guards around him, this wave alone would be enough to turn Yang Tiancheng into a hornet's nest.

Stab, recover, and stab again. You don't need to care about other directions or long-range attacks. You just need to ensure that you keep moving forward and stabbing.

Under the command of Sun Wuzi, the spearmen raised their spears and easily cooperated with the sword and shield soldiers who were outflanking from both sides, and began to strangle the cavalry.

Yang Tiancheng, who was shot three times and pierced by dozens of arrows, looked unwillingly at the defense line in front of him like a city wall.

From beginning to end, he failed to see Sun Wuzi's figure, and then he was penetrated by dozens of spears and completely turned into white light and disappeared.

Sun Wuzi and Yang Tiancheng reappeared in the school grounds. Sun Wuzi's expression was still calm, while Yang Tiancheng's face was almost pale, especially when he saw the battle damage shown on the sand table, his face became even paler.

He thought he would lose, but he never thought he would lose so miserably. Even his opponent did not try his best and just killed him in a simple way.

"How?" Sun Wuzi looked at everyone present and asked his question.

"Who can tell me why he lost?"

Silence, everyone fell into silence.

Why would Yang Tiancheng lose? They couldn't give an answer because they didn't know why Yang Tiancheng would lose. If they had to say it, there was only one answer they could give, and that was because Yang Tiancheng's opponent was Sun Wu, the sage of war.

"The pressure of the frontal offensive is not strong enough to actually contain your troop mobilization!" Yang Tiancheng adjusted his breathing, tried to calm his mind, and gave his own answer.

He had already realized this when he saw the formation of spearmen waiting for him.

"That's right, what else is there?" Sun Wu shook his head slightly, and then continued to ask.

"You shouldn't give up command. The moment he charges in person, he is no longer able to make arrangements from the overall battlefield situation!"

Lin Yi gave his own answer, and Mu Yi could hear the difference between him and Yang Tiancheng, as well as the different schools they followed.

Yang Tiancheng's approach must be military situation, while Lin Yi's approach should be military strategy.

"Not bad, what else?" Sun Wuzi did not object to this, he also nodded and continued to ask.

"The equipment has no advantage, the quality of the soldiers has not improved, the military formation is in a mess, and the clouds are scattered!"

Obviously, this person is from the military skills school.

Mu Yi rubbed his chin. It sounded like these guys all chose to study alone, and his concurrent training became a different kind.

By the way, why are there no soldiers from the Yin and Yang school who can stand up and say a few words?

Just when Mu Yi was thinking about it, another figure stood up, and it turned out to be a female general. Mu Yi didn't see it clearly before, but now he was a little surprised.

Female generals have always been rare, but there are quite a few female generals who have left their names in history, so it is not a rare thing.

"Misjudged the opponent's strength and chose the wrong attack method?"

"Oh?" Sun Wuzi seemed to be interested and asked, "Then what do you think the solution to this situation is?"

"Defense instead of attack!" the female general replied without hesitation.

"Then come!" Sun Wuzi directly pulled him into the virtual battlefield, and the two began to play chess.

As she said, the woman directly set up a strange military formation and stood there, seemingly intending to wait for work.

"Tianmen Formation?" Lin Yi seemed to recognize the military formation the woman had set up, and couldn't help but click his tongue in surprise.

"The big formation is nested within the small formation, the sub-array is within the parent formation, the formations are in succession, the formations are following the formations, the formations are next to each other, the formations are close to each other, they are crisscrossed and dotted. There are a hundred single formations and eight formations in total. It is a collection of formations." Lin Righteousness speaks clearly and logically.

"The woman's name is Xiao Jin. She seems to be a descendant of the Liao Kingdom in the Song Dynasty. She is good at using two spears and has an extremely strong personality."

"A collection of one hundred and eight formations?"

The corners of Mu Yi's eyes twitched. Just from this number, he could feel the blessing effect brought by this military formation.

Even if they are all basic military formations, when combined together, they are probably no worse than the Yuanyang Formation and the Four Elephants Formation, not to mention that there are obvious advanced military formations nested in them.

Mu Yi even clearly saw a high-level military formation similar to Fenglin Huoshan.

"The heroes of the multiverse are really like carps crossing the river. I am just a lucky guy. It is really ridiculous to appear sitting in a well and looking at the sky!" Mu Yi sighed in his heart.

Although he also has many opportunities, the most indispensable thing in this multiverse is opportunity. Both Yang Tiancheng and Xiao Jin are far better than him at this moment.

More importantly, both of them are young and will become stronger in the future. He needs determination and will to catch up with these people.

Xiao Jin's defense was almost watertight in Mu Yi's eyes, but Zai Bingsheng's vision was indeed full of holes.

Sun Wuzi just chose to press the army forward after Xiao Jin made all preparations. The troops were divided into three groups and penetrated into the military formation like a tide.

The Tianmen Formation, which was originally as precise as a machine, was like a rusty instrument and could not operate at all under the mediocre suppression of the Bing Sheng.

The effect of the combination of one hundred and eight military formations was not exerted at all. They were dismembered into countless small pieces and then strangled directly.

Xiao Jin simply couldn't resist this almost tidal wave of command. No matter which aspect she tried to remedy, it was to no avail.

Although he persisted for a while longer than Yang Tiancheng, the battle loss ratio was no different from Yang Tiancheng. It can be said that the defeat was worse.

"How?" Sun Wuzi asked calmly.

"What do you think is the difference between the two of them?"

"The difference is in the basics!" Mu Yi hesitated and said.

As the person with the weakest foundation, he was the first to notice this.

"Not bad! The difference is in the basics!" Sun Wu shook his head slightly and confirmed Mu Yi's statement.

"The problems of the two of them also apply to you. Your foundation is too poor!" Sun Wu said unceremoniously.

"Strengthen the foundation. Distorting reality, anchoring victory, locking victory, and observing the future are all useless. Real masters actually fight for the foundation."

"For ordinary generals, victory or defeat may rely on powerful legions, talents, will, blessings and other special effects, but that is only the level of ordinary people."

Sun Wu sighed as he spoke, and thought of some bad memories. Ranking positions within military strategists must not be based on age and seniority. Basically, it is based on who can fight.

Then, as the unlucky guy who connected the past and the next, he was basically beaten by everyone. Winning or losing was not the important point. It was not a life and death duel, so no one took it too seriously.

The point is that he discovered that everyone except him seemed to have fancy special effects.

It's not that he didn't want to do it, but the special effects he created would hinder his foundation, so he simply gave up on the special effects.

When they fight each other, the special effects cancel out, but when they fight against him, the effect is outstanding, because he is the only military god among the military gods who does not have special effects.

Thinking of this, he paused and began to change his words. Although he didn't want to admit it, those bastards' special effects combined with their abilities were indeed on par with him.

"Special effects are also very important, but the basics are the focus of everything. Compared with those high-end things, they are more meaningful to you!"

"You are all the mainstay of our military in the future, so the requirements for you are higher. The first thing you must learn is to maximize the power in your hands, and what these require is your most basic command ability."

"Dare I ask Sun Wuzi, how should we strengthen our foundation?" Yang Tiancheng was the first to ask impatiently.

"Read books! Compete with masters! Go to the battlefield and lead troops!" Sun Wuzi pointed out three broad roads to everyone.

(End of this chapter)