I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yuan turned around and ran, not giving Ning Fei any chance to catch up again.

When the guys from Taiping County saw Jiang Yuan coming back, they suddenly came back to their senses and rushed into their own army.

"Jiang Yuan! Just wait, I will take off your head!" Ning Fei's calm voice came, but in return Jiang Yuan turned around again and raised two middle fingers.

After being disturbed by Jiang Yuan, Ning Fei completely gave up the idea of ​​fighting with Chen Liu and turned around to walk back with the Dragon Guards.

"Chen Liu, go back and tell Mu Songfeng that this war won't end in just one day or one night."

"I hope he lasts two more days."

"Why are you so arrogant?" Chen Liu said angrily. Although his voice was loud, it was not difficult to hear that Chen Liu did not have much confidence.

Ning Fei's words directly hit Da Duan's most obvious weakness.

Mu Songfeng, the head coach, is already very old, and it is a big question how long he can last.

But Ning Fei had no concerns about this at all. Even if this war lasted another ten, twenty, or even thirty years, he, Ning Fei, could still afford to fight and could still endure the consequences.

Soon, the battle came to a brief rest as the ace troops of both sides retreated.

Inside the Daduan Central Army tent, Duanmu Yuanchen looked at Jiang Yuan, who was safe and sound, with a look of surprise.

"Old Jiang, are you okay?"

Jiang Yuan shook his head: "What could happen to me?"

"Well, I'm glad you're okay. Next time you want to do something, just let me know in advance so you can make arrangements in advance. You're lucky this time." Duanmu Yuanchen sighed.

Jiang Yuan waved his hand and said disapprovingly, "I admit that I miscalculated this time. It's mainly because I've never dealt with a sixth-level expert before."

"No one expected that Ning Fei would be so fierce. Not only is his fighting power impressive, but he can also run so fast."

"Your Majesty! Marshal Mu!"

Chen Liu's voice came in. He walked into the tent alone and said with a heavy face, "Marshal Mu, please be prepared. Ning Fei may launch a general attack at any time."

Mu Songfeng nodded solemnly: "I understand, I've already made preparations."

As he spoke, Mu Songfeng slowly turned around and looked at the huge sand table placed in the center of the tent.

"Captain Chen, General Xue, General Long, General Huang, and Lord Jiang, please come over."

Jiang Yuan pointed at himself in surprise: "Marshal Mu, do you mean I should participate too?"

Mu Songfeng smiled and nodded: "Yes, Lord Jiang is well versed in military theory, there is no reason not to participate."

"But I don't know how to command a battle." Jiang Yuan whispered. Is this old Deng crazy? There are so many generals out there, but he insists on using a rookie like him. Isn't this ridiculous?

"It's okay. Come, everyone, please take a seat." Mu Songfeng stretched out his hand, and several soldiers immediately brought stools for them.

Mu Songfeng was in the center, in control of the overall situation. Chen Liu and General Huang were on both sides, responsible for commanding the battles on both wings. Xue Zhen and Long Guangxian were further to the side, responsible for the situation on both sides.

Jiang Yuan, on the other hand, sat on the side.

Opposite them, there were also a few people sitting there, imitating the orders given by Ning Fei and his companions.

Soon, small flags were delivered to several people. The white one represented Ning Fei, and the blue one represented Daduan.

Jiang Yuan counted and found that he had fifty small flags in his hand.

"Lord Jiang, this should be his first time participating in a sand table command, so let me explain it." Mu Songfeng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and spoke softly.

"It's actually very simple. Lord Jiang, you can treat this as a game. Don't put too much psychological pressure on yourself. Often, the greater the psychological pressure, the more likely you are to lose everything."

After hearing this, Jiang Yuan sighed.

How could there not be pressure? I was sitting in the central military tent which was warm in winter and cool in summer. When I was hungry, someone brought me food. When I was thirsty, someone offered me tea.

At the same time, you only need to gently insert the flag with your hands, and the soldiers outside will charge forward.

Every time he planted a small flag, it meant that an unknown number of people would die. Not everyone could bear this kind of pressure.

"Haha, Lord Jiang, if you don't want the little flag in your hand to be sacrificed in vain, then take them with you to the end."

"Also, I need to remind you that each of the small flags in your hand represents a captain, and this captain has a thousand soldiers under his command."

After Mu Songfeng finished speaking, Jiang Yuan quickly picked up the small flag and took a look at it.

Each small flag had the unit number, the identity of the captain, and even indicated the combat effectiveness of the unit and what kind of battle it was suitable for.

Some are suitable for attacking strongholds, some are suitable for field battles, and so on...

Jiang Yuan flipped through all the small flags as quickly as possible, then put the flags down and reviewed them in his mind again, then compared them with the information on the flags. After confirming that they were correct, he put them aside.

"Did you remember everything?" Mu Songfeng looked at Jiang Yuan in surprise.

How long has it been?

It took less than a moment. A normal person would have a hard time reading it twice, but Jiang Yuan actually finished reading it in such a short time?

"Yeah, I've remembered it." Jiang Yuan said softly.

"How many troops suitable for field combat do you have? What are the team numbers?" Mu Songfeng asked suddenly.

"There are a total of twenty teams, including Team 98 led by Li Hua, Team 113 led by Lin Da, Team 398 led by Zhang Yun, and..."

Mu Songfeng was stunned when he heard Jiang Yuan's endless chatter.

In such a short period of time, Jiang Yuan not only remembered it, but it was not just a forced memory, but he could truly recite it by heart.

"Okay, no need to recite it anymore, I believe you." Mu Songfeng raised one hand and then stroked his beard in surprise.

"I'm old, I'm old. It's really a new generation replacing the old. If Lord Jiang had studied military tactics since he was young, he would definitely be much better than me now."

"But even at this age, within five years, Lord Jiang will be able to surpass us."

Chen Liu drank his tea without being surprised. "Marshal Mu, if you want to test Jiang Yuan, just ask him about his combat experience."

"Your competition is about memory. For Jiang Yuan, this is no pressure at all. He is a genuine third-class Jinshi."

"Hahaha!" Mu Songfeng suddenly raised his head and laughed.

"Okay, from now on you will be a great scholar-general!"

As time passed slowly, after noon, a few people had a quick lunch at the table, and the commanders of both sides began to mobilize their troops at the same time.

At the same time, figures ran into the central military tent one after another to report the news. As soon as one voice stopped, the next one would sound immediately.

Soon, the small flags in Mu Songfeng's hands were inserted into the sand table like dumplings. At the same time, Chen Liu and General Huang were also frantically deploying their troops.

Xue Zhen and Long Guangxian were relatively relaxed, and calmly placed their troops on the flags. Overall, their arrangements were entirely based on the arrangements made by Chen Liu and General Huang.

Gradually, the mechanism under the sand table began to rotate, and the small flags of both sides began to intertwine. From the current point of view, the two sides are evenly matched, and it is probably impossible to tell the winner.

Mu Songfeng was still quickly placing the small flags in his hands and arranging various tactics between the small flags.

Looking at this scene, an idea arose in Jiang Yuan's mind.

What would happen if I used the pincer attack of Germany during World War II in this battle?

It seems worth a try!