Travels to the Holy Light Continent

"What are you bragging about at such a young age? I don't even dare to say that commanding a battle is easy, and you, a five-year-old kid, dare to say that!" The father sneered.

"Who dares to compete with you? Grandpa said that the battle you command is basically the same as that of a three-year-old child!" I covered my mouth and laughed.

"Snapped!"

My father's face turned red. The noise just now was caused by my poor butt suffering for my mouth.

"Oh! It hurts so much, Grandpa! You must protect your precious grandson! He is going to eat his own cubs!" I shouted exaggeratedly.

Grandpa touched my little butt and laughed, "Haha! You, you know that's your father's weakness, but you still say that you're asking for a beating? You deserve it!"

Upon hearing this, the father said excitedly, "Father, you don't think I can't beat this kid, do you?"

Grandpa laughed and said, "So you're so proud of yourself just because you can beat me? But don't be stubborn. Maybe you really can't beat the third brother. He often comes to my martial arts arena to play!"

"I don't believe it. If I lose, I will..."

"So what?" I asked with interest.

At this time, the eldest and second brothers just came back from school. After hearing our conversation, they quickly asked, "So what?"

"I will never spank the third child again!" The father said this after holding it in for a long time.

"cut!"

The three of us said in unison.

Father hit us on the forehead when he saw us like that. Grandpa interrupted and said, "How about this, if the third child loses, he will go to the military class with the first and second children for one hour every day from today onwards. Otherwise, Aotian will go. What do you think?"

We clapped our hands happily when we heard that. Mother came to the rescue of father and said, "Father, this is not a good idea. Aotian is one of the top ten generals after all. It would be bad if the news got out!"

"There's nothing wrong with it. Rather than letting him die on the battlefield out of complacency with a lousy title of a famous general, it's better for him to teach me some good military lessons." Grandpa became serious for once.

"Yes, father, I understand! You are right! If he really can't beat the third brother, he should study hard!" The mother nodded.

In this way, our family came to my grandfather's martial arts studio in a noisy manner. My father walked in at the end and closed the door tightly. I guess he was a little regretful about his rash decision.

"Okay! From now on, don't interrupt. Each side will select 5,000 soldiers. Each person will have one month's food reserves. There are mountains to the east and plains to the west. There is a big river which is your water source. The time is summer. Who will choose first?" Grandpa said.

"Let the third child choose first!" said the father generously.

"I choose east!" I said.

"Okay, the competition officially begins!"

"Grandpa, I'm going to have a thousand soldiers dig a barrier on the mountain to prevent my father from attacking!"

Then I wrote another small note and gave it to my grandfather.

"Father, I will send 3,000 soldiers to attack, 1,000 soldiers to break out from the rear, and the remaining 1,000 soldiers to guard the granary!"

"Grandpa, I want the soldiers to defend themselves tightly and use the wood on the mountain as defense. No matter how many people come, I will smash them!" I continued.

"Tsk, then I'll attack with fire. I'm going to set the mountain on fire and see if you can come out!" The father continued to give orders.

"I will send out a thousand swordsmen to cut out a cordon, and then I will also use fire attack!" I gave the order.

"I protest, he can't hurt me like this!" objected the father.

"The protest is effective! Third brother, what you are doing will not cause any harm to him!" said Grandpa.

"I didn't say I was going to use fire to hurt him. I just did that to divert the fire away from me," I explained.

"Um, I doubt the effectiveness of what you're doing. Can you explain it?" Grandpa said.

"Of course. Three hundred years ago, there was a battle like this between America and Mexico. At that time, Mexico was trapped on the top of a mountain and was attacked by fire. They did this, and finally reinforcements arrived to rescue them! It's written in this book."

Here I can explain that this method is based on the firefighting method used by firefighters, which is called a "firebreak."

After saying that, I showed the book to my grandfather.