Nie Chen glanced at the city wall and sighed,
"Is there any way to outsmart Guiling Pass? The casualties from the storm are too great. Our army is small to begin with."
Liang Peng said expressionlessly,
"Unless you can get to the cliff, use a rope to climb down at night, and the army will enter the pass and fight directly at close range."
Before Nie Chen could speak, Qi Huan said,
"That's impossible. There are enemy spies on both sides of the mountain, and the mountain road is too steep. When the Shadow Guard went up, one person fell to death. This was despite his good skills.
The Shadow Guards also fought against the enemy's spies and suffered casualties on each other before they were able to get the information.
The army couldn't go up at all. Even if it went up, other people's spies could see it. Then when we climbed down, people were waiting below. They came down and chopped each one to death. It was easier than killing a chicken. "
Hearing this, Nie Chen sighed and said,
"It seems that the plan for now is to attack by force."
Liang Peng remained expressionless, with a face as cold as iron, and said,
"My lord, I know you feel sorry for the soldiers, but it is not king to blindly take advantage of them. The soldiers are used to fighting smooth battles, and they will get used to it. Once they encounter a tough battle, they may not adapt to it. It will fall apart quickly.
Let's attack hard this time, fight a tough battle, and train them well. Even if a few more people die, we must let the soldiers have the experience of fighting a tough battle. "
Hearing this, Nie Chen looked at Liang Peng and said with a smile,
"It's unimaginable that you, with such a hot body temperature, can say such cold words."
Liang Peng's mouth twitched and he said,
"My lord, let me ask you, what is the key to winning a battle?"
"Well... it should be the coach's excellent tactics and ability to command on the spot, and then the right time, place and people, using their respective advantages to my advantage, so that I can defeat the small with more, and the weak with the strong.
By the way, you also need to know yourself and the enemy to be victorious in every battle. "
However, Liang Peng shook his head and said
"That is only the key to being a general, not the key to winning the war. In my opinion, there are only eight words to win the war."
"Oh? Which eight characters?"
"Strong troops and strong horses, a large number of soldiers will lead to a wide range of generals."
Hearing this, everyone nearby burst into laughter, and Yue Dongwen even said,
"Do you still need to tell me? Everyone knows that a side with more people and more food is more likely to win a battle. In my opinion, only when a small number can defeat a large number, and the weak can defeat the strong, can the combat power of an army be demonstrated. The excellence of a commander.”
Everyone nodded, indicating that Yue Dongwen was right.
However, Liang Peng said,
"No, in history, there are many classic battles in which a small number of people defeated a large number have been handed down, and they have been regarded as a model and widely circulated.
But the reason why it can be spread is because it is so rare that it can even be described as a miracle.
There are more battles that are not famous.
To defeat more with less is a miracle, and to defeat less with more is the norm. As a commander, you should not put your hope in those very few so-called miracles.
If defeating more with less can prove that a general is excellent, and defeating more with less is our norm, then why should we be afraid of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers that King Anton doesn't have?
Why are you so cautiously worried about others calling? Aren't you just worried that others will rush us?
Why aren't they worried that we will wipe them out?
Why did the Lord tell Magistrate Zhao to recruit troops?
Why did the Lord say that the army should be expanded to 400,000?
Isn't it because only with more soldiers and generals can we have more confidence to win the war?
Don't believe in defeating more with less. Only when you are stronger and have more and stronger troops can you be qualified to challenge others.
Suppose King Pingxi's army of one hundred thousand came to attack us, but we only had two thousand old, weak, sick and disabled, how could we still defeat the many with less? No matter how powerful you are, you cannot escape the fate of defeat.
You can't expect the enemy coach to be a fool. The tactics you can think of can also be thought of by others.
Tactics are just the icing on the cake, and intrigues and alliances are just little Doyle.
The true way of a king is still those eight words.
The soldiers are strong and the horses are strong, and the soldiers are numerous and the generals are wide. "
Liang Peng's words left everyone speechless, and no one could say another word.
Nie Chen smiled and said,
"Yes, the true way of a king is the upright way. With absolute superiority, crush the opponent, sweep across the world, and unify the whole world. No matter how the enemy plots and tricks, in front of the master of the king, he can't escape the destruction. destiny.
Being strong is the way to go. After returning this time, seize the time to recruit and train new soldiers.
As for this time, let's fight a tough battle. After setting up camp, let the soldiers assemble trebuchets and city-breaking crossbows, collect stone bullets, and strive to conquer Guiling Pass in one go! "
"As you command!"
The group of people turned around and returned to the camp. They were not discussing military affairs, or even making a sand table.
The entire terrain of Guiling Pass is all in Liang Peng's mind, and there is no need for a sand table to assist.
It was still early. After returning to the camp, most of the soldiers began to rest. The gang leader buried the pot and rebelled. Even Li Yuanjun and the others had nothing to do and came to chat with Weng Qiuchan.
Nie Chen was kicked out of the camp by these best friends. Out of boredom, he took Zhou Long and Zhou Hu to inspect the camp.
After walking to the middle of the camp, I saw a large group of soldiers gathered in front of me, clapping and cheering.
Out of curiosity, Nie Chen squeezed over to take a look. When the soldiers saw him coming, they quickly made room.
At this time, Nie Chen realized why they were cheering. It turned out that Ma Niu was wrestling with Yue Dongwen shirtless. Lin Guang and Qi Huan were watching with relish.
Ma Niu is tall and has a big horse, and he is big and thick. Although Yue Dongwen is also strong, compared with Ma Niu, he is just a thin dog. Every time he pounces fiercely, Ma Niu will easily throw him down.
After falling several times, Yue Dongwen couldn't stand it anymore and quickly shouted stop, then pointed at the horse and cow bill and said,
"That won't work. Wrestling is not my strong point. What I'm good at is swordsmanship. I'm not as strong as you, but my swordsmanship is better than yours!"
"Then let's compete with swords. Whoever is afraid of whom, I can still defeat you!"
Ma Niubi patted his chest and said.
"Forget it, we are all colleagues with swords and guns. If we hurt anyone, it will be bad. Forget it this time. I will compete with you tomorrow to see who can kill more enemies!"
"Compared with each other, am I still afraid of you?"
Seeing Yue Dongwen go to get dressed, Ma Niujiao Zhan shouted loudly,
"Anyone else who wants to compete can come over and give it a try. Whether they are generals or soldiers, no matter how big or small they are here, they can come over and compete with me!"
The soldiers looked at his terrifying physique and shook their heads one by one.
