Chapter 2 Flowing Light (No. 3 Middle School) In an instant, there was a dead silence around the sand table. This deduction could indeed be declared over. The students who served as referees were all experts. Everyone could see that it was useless for the defender to continue struggling. It was meaningless. However, they could not accept that Zhang Songling used such a short time and such a simple tactic to wipe out all his opponents. It was so simple that it could be called ugly. There was neither a desperate charge that could make people's blood boil nor something that could make people excited. The endless thought-provoking trick is just moving, moving, moving non-stop, like a cold machine, advancing step by step with a dull sound, but Yan Baolin, Chen Hui and others who were on the defensive side were actually caught by this. This seemingly "rigid" tactic was suppressed without any temper. They only tried to counterattack once, and the entire army was quickly annihilated. If it were me, almost all those who could join the anti-college military team would be uniquely talented. They would instinctively put themselves in Yan Baolin's position and try to command the "Japanese army" for him. However, almost all of them Everyone who tried it found depressingly that even if they were to go up, they would still be suppressed by Fatty Zhang and lose his temper. This guy's calculations are so accurate that every step is as accurate as the second hand of a watch. If the defender does not If he launches a counterattack, he will force him to a dead end step by step. If he launches a counterattack, Yan Baolin's fate will be obvious in front of everyone, and he will die without a burial. This is under the premise that both the offensive and defensive sides can clearly see the opponent's layout. If they are really in front of the two armies, the information that both sides can observe is very limited. Most of the time, they make judgments based entirely on the commander's battlefield experience. If so, thunder will roll from the sky, and the defending party will die without a burial place. "You can defeat me, but you can't insult me." While everyone was in shock, Yan Baolin, the organizer of the defensive team, stood up and pointed at Zhang Songling's nose in protest. "Old Yan." Captain Chen Hui pulled his arm hard and taught him a lesson with a blushing face, "If you lose, you lose. Don't embarrass our group." "I don't want to cheat." Yan Baolin quickly realized that he had lost his temper. , broke away from Chen Hui's control, bent down to pick up his tortoise box and ribs, and held them to Zhang Songling with both hands, "You win, take away the things, we can afford to lose, but you obviously still have two companies." "Why haven't you used our troops? You look down on us and don't regard us as your opponent." "First, you are not a real Japanese commander and have not shown your true level as a little devil. We have used two companies. We already have a big advantage in terms of military strength." Zhang Songling did not accept the opponent's bet and shook his head with a smile, "Secondly, if you are really a little devil, I have to leave some of my strength to deal with the aftermath. The little devil has a strong desire for revenge. You will destroy him. It's impossible for them not to want to get it back if they lose one of their squadrons." "That's true." Yan Baolin was speechless as he held the tortoise box and the ribs. Although he had fought against the Japanese many times, he, Chen Hui and others, It is really impossible to completely imitate the command and combat style of the Japanese army, and past experience has indeed proved that the little devils have always "beat the children to attract the mothers." If you have just eliminated a small group on your side, you will then attract the devils. If you are not prepared for the retaliation of the large army in advance, you will definitely suffer a big loss. "If we encounter real Japanese Japs, using your tactics, it will take several times the number of troops to annihilate them all." While Yan Baolin stopped messing around, someone from the referee team asked Zhang Songling loudly. "That depends on the specific situation of both the enemy and us." Zhang Songling thought for a while and explained very patiently, "If we encounter the Japanese's front-line troops, for the sake of safety, I think it is better to invest three times or more of our troops to completely annihilate them. Possible, but if we encounter the remaining troops where the Japs are, perhaps more than twice the number of troops will be enough. The premise is that we have sufficient ammunition here. " "If we can annihilate them all, spend more time raising ammunition. It's worth it." The surrounding students all nodded and were very satisfied with the answer given by Zhang Songling. Most of the people they usually fought with were the garrison troops or local left-behind troops of the Japs, and they were usually in the same size as a squad or a single unit. The squadrons were just in line with the defenders in the sand table deduction. If they understood the tactics used by Zhang Songling's team, they would be able to follow the instructions and deal with the little devils after they returned. "It's just that our county brigade is not well-trained. If we adopt this tactic, we might end up learning to walk in Handan." Some people poured cold water on everyone in a low voice based on their own actual situation. "Isn't it emphasized in school that you sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in wartime? If we train patiently when we return, we can always train an elite soldier." Someone immediately shouted and gave the best solution. Amid the lively discussion, the scar-faced Yan Baolin also regained some of his energy. He once again raised the tortoise box and ribs to eyebrow height with both hands, and respectfully said to Zhang Songling: "Today's?In the competition, I, Lao Yan, am convinced that I lost. You accept the winnings. When I become more capable in the future, I will come back to you to win again. " "It's just a joke, how can I really want your things. "Zhang Songling smiled and turned half of his body, refusing to accept the prize of the competition, "Lao Yan, you are welcome to come to me for discussion at any time when you have free time. To be honest, I have gained a lot from my competition with you just now. "No, no, what I lose to you is what I lose to you. How can I have the nerve to take it back?" " Yan Baolin was a bachelor, so he stood in front of Zhang Songling and insisted on giving. One of them didn't want it, the other sincerely wanted to give it. There was a stalemate. When the captain Chen Hui saw this, he quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, "Fat man, Just accept one random thing so that he can have a long memory, and from now on he will know that there are people outside the world, and there is a world outside the world. Then give the other thing back to him, lest this guy gets addicted to gambling again one day and can't even win the lottery. . "Hahaha" There was another burst of good-natured laughter all around. All the students were amused by Chen Hui's humorous statement, and they instantly forgot the embarrassment caused by winning or losing the game. Zhang Songling had no choice but to accept the offer. Sorry, he left the tortoise box to Lao Yan, then lowered his head to pack his schoolbag and prepared to leave. Before he could raise his head, another friendly invitation suddenly came from outside the crowd, "Well, classmate Zhang Songling, can you take it again?" If you have a moment, I would like to ask your group to be the defensive side, and I will be responsible for directing the attack. What do you think? "