Travels to the Holy Light Continent

Grandpa then sent a teacher to represent Shakespeare on stage. The topic Grandpa posed was: I have 10,000 infantrymen and the enemy has 50,000 infantrymen, and I have to defend the city for a month.

Shakespeare is worthy of being a teacher. He directly sent soldiers to surround the city so that I could not go outside to find food and grass. Then Shakespeare sent soldiers to make many catapults. I intuitively felt that there were wolves in front and tigers behind.

When he attacked, he found that the city was empty. My men had surrounded the city and dug a three-meter-wide trench. There was no food in the city, and there was only a road of more than ten meters to the outside. However, the catapults were in my hands. I ordered the catapults to attack the city gates directly. How could the desperate soldiers be a match for the huge stones? Shakespeare had 50,000 soldiers but could not get out at all. He had no food and grass, and they all starved to death within three days.

"Good! Well done!" Grandpa said with a smile.

"Principal, I want to try again. This time I underestimated my opponent!" Shakespeare said dissatisfiedly.

"Ridiculous! What do you think of this place? What do you think of the battlefield? Come here! Drag him out and give him fifty strokes of the cane!" Grandpa said angrily.

The school gate was completely silent at this time. No one expected that Grandpa would impose such a severe punishment. Seeing that everyone was angry but dared not speak, Grandpa said again, "You must remember that our Great Qin State was founded on military power. This military academy is the foundation of the Great Qin State. If anyone treats it as a family entertainment, I will make him pay. Murakami Dalang, you come for the last game!"

"Yes! Principal!"

Murakami Taro's visit this time was purely coincidental, but he really deserves to be the deputy commander of the Xuanwu Army. Grandpa knows that he doesn't get along with me, so Murakami Taro will definitely use his best skills to deal with me.

"The battle I'm giving you is about a plain battlefield. Each side has 10,000 infantry. You have three minutes to consider your chosen lineup. The winner will be the king!"

Murakami Taro chose heavy cavalry, and I chose five thousand spearmen and five thousand swordsmen and axemen.

"Hahaha! You choose infantry on the plains. I think you are looking for death!" Murakami Jiro laughed.

At the beginning of the game, I used the swordsmen to make a lot of nets on the plain and spread them in front. Murakami Taro still ordered an attack. I ordered all the spearmen to stick their guns on the ground and hang the nets on the guns. In this way, Murakami Taro had to order to stop moving forward. I didn't give him time to think at all. I ordered the spearmen to move forward with the nets on one hand, and ordered the swordsmen to follow closely on the other.

Murakami Jiro had no way to retreat and could only order the heavy cavalry to charge. My grandfather judged that the heavy cavalry was blocked by the net. I ordered the swordsmen to charge directly. The heavy cavalry without speed was no match for the swordsmen. My grandfather judged that I won the game.

Murakami Jiro was very unhappy about losing, but he still politely bowed and said, "Principal, I lost!"

Grandpa nodded and said, "Third brother, I want to ask why you chose this lineup. In fact, Murakami Jiro's lineup is the most suitable lineup for the plain battlefield."

"I made this decision because I know that heavy cavalry is most suitable for plain battlefields. After all, this is a military exercise and is different from an actual war. If we choose the same lineup, it will inevitably end in a draw. However, since I already know what lineup Murakami Jiro uses, of course I will use a lineup specifically targeting him. As the saying goes, know yourself and your enemy, and you will win every battle!" I said with a smile.

Jiro Murakami nodded when he heard this. Losing was losing, and he was not so magnanimous as to not have that much tolerance.

"Third brother, you can do it! Grandpa is convinced. Go to Plato. Maybe you can shine there."