If Heaven hadn't given birth to me, I would be arrogant.

"Your Majesty, esteemed ministers!" Zong Ze stood at the very center of the hall, speaking eloquently: "Actually, I understand your questions! After all, in your eyes, my selection yesterday was indeed a bit puzzling, but I had ample reasons!"

"First of all, I want to tell everyone that high-altitude combat is not as you might think, where you can be invincible simply by having strong personal combat skills."

I acknowledge that strong personal combat skills and a courageous heart play a significant role on the battlefield, but high-altitude combat requires many prerequisites!

"Someone just said that during the selection process, I inexplicably showed people some pictures. My purpose was not for anything else, but to identify colorblind individuals!"

At this point, Zong Ze glanced at everyone, and as expected, they all looked completely bewildered, including his grandfather and father. This rekindled Zong Ze's idea of ​​starting a cultural literacy class on the Holy Word Continent!

"Have you ever noticed that some of us can't distinguish colors? This behavior is collectively called color blindness, and the most severe type is called red-blindness. This mainly means that we cannot distinguish red, nor can we distinguish between red and dark green, blue and magenta, or purple. We often mistake green for yellow, purple for blue, and green and blue for white, etc."

“That’s right!” After Zong Ze finished explaining color blindness, Old Flort nodded: “I remember that back then, there was a very mature and prudent earl in the capital who bought a bright red outer robe. After wearing it, he was ridiculed by many nobles. After all, it was ridiculous for a nobleman in his sixties to be wearing a bright red outer robe! Later, he couldn’t stand the ridicule and returned to his territory. He never returned to the capital again!”

“I remember that too!” Lan Qizhan nodded and continued, “I was very young back then, and Zong Kuang, Flort, and I often joked about it! Could it be that this count was actually the colorblind person Zong Ze was talking about?”

“At the time, I didn’t understand what colorblindness was!” Old Freud shook his head. “However, when that count left the capital, I saw him off. On the way, he told me with certainty that he had bought a gray robe that day, not red at all! He said that others were slandering him!”

At that time, I even thought the count had suffered some kind of trauma and was mentally unstable! Now, after hearing what Xiao Ze said, I understand; it seems the count is colorblind!

Hearing what old Freud said, everyone nodded in agreement, recalling that some of their friends did indeed exhibit colorblindness. However, the old prime minister's son, young Freud, asked疑惑地问道, "Young one, what direct connection is there between colorblindness and the warriors of the Divine Machine Battalion? Why do you want to exclude colorblind individuals?"

"Hehe!" Zong Ze still respected his father's close friend, Little Flot, very much, after all, this man almost became his father-in-law: "Uncle, may I ask, when a chaotic battle breaks out on the ground, how do we distinguish between friend and foe?"

"Of course, it's distinguished by the decorations and colors of their clothing!" At this point, little Flo slapped his forehead: "I get it! I see!"

Zong Kuang, however, was completely confused: "Flott, what are you and those two brats talking about? You understand, but I'm totally confused!"

Zongze rolled his eyes at his father without revealing his true feelings: "Father, the air force is mainly responsible for large-scale attacks on ground forces. Just imagine what it would be like if thousands of aerial archers were shooting arrows at the ground from the air?"

"Is that even a question?" Zong Kuang grinned widely. "Then the ground troops will only be able to take the beating without being able to fight back, and their casualties are destined to be extremely heavy!"

"Then let me ask you another question!" Zong Ze chuckled, "If there were two opposing forces on the ground, our Rune Empire and the Dragon Empire, with our Rune Empire wearing red uniforms and the Dragon Empire wearing gray uniforms, and the person in charge of our air force in the sky happens to be the Earl that Grandpa Flot just mentioned, what would the result be?"

"Huh?..." Although Zong Kuang seemed rather reckless and foolish at times, he was simply not good at scheming. However, as the Empire's Grand General, his battlefield acumen was quite high. Upon hearing Zong Ze's words, he was dumbfounded: "Doesn't that mean our air force is firing arrows at our ground troops?"

“That’s right!” Zong Ze smiled calmly: “That’s why I’m eliminating colorblind patients. No matter how strong an individual is, if they are colorblind, they are just trash to the Divine Machine Battalion!”

No one was stupid. After Zong Ze said that, and with some additional associations, they all broke out in a cold sweat!

At this moment, not only the civil officials and nobles, but also some military generals such as Zong Xiaozhang became interested. After all, Zong Ze was talking about the construction of the Shenji Battalion. These generals were more concerned about matters related to the army than the civil officials and nobles!

"Xiao Ze, then why did you make those soldiers stand far away to read your writing?" Zong asked arrogantly!

"To eliminate nearsightedness!" Zong Ze replied, "I believe many of you gentlemen here have this feeling: you can't see things clearly at a distance, you have to get close to see them clearly. I call this nearsightedness! And besides combat, the Shenji Battalion has another important role: reconnaissance!"

"I understand!" At this moment, a general suddenly said, "Just like the sentries we send out before marching and fighting, we must select soldiers who can see very far and clearly, so that we have more time to prepare and carry out emergency work!"

Zong Xiaozhang nodded: "General Wu is right! The reason why everyone has doubts is because they did not think of the high-altitude reconnaissance aspect. The Imperial Guard has always been responsible for the security of the palace, and what they need is a defensive force with individual strength. They do not need to consider marching and sentries at all, so they did not think of this issue!"

For the entire morning, Zongze explained in detail all the questions raised by everyone! Calling it an explanation was a bit of an exposition; it was more like Zongze gave a basic literacy class. Except for some sensitive information, Zongze tried his best to explain everything, and everyone benefited greatly!

The most difficult thing to explain is why soldiers with scars are not allowed. After all, even if Zong Ze could explain the issue of high-altitude pressure, the others would not understand it. Moreover, Zong Ze could not explain such a physical detail!

However, in the end, Zong Ze still managed to force everyone to accept the so-called concepts of pressure and stress by relying on Old Flort and Zong's arrogance!

Suddenly, the black-robed man's voice rang in Lan Qizhan's ears again: "You forgot the most crucial question. Let him explain how to make the Shenji Camp soldiers fly into the sky?"