madnovel Chapter 21 The strategist puts himself into the trap, while the master harbors a death wish!
Chapter 21 The strategist puts himself into the trap, while the master harbors a death wish!
He stuck his saber into the ground, crossed his arms, and looked like he was watching a show.
"You really think they don't want to fight? They're just too old to fight!"
Fang Shigeru snorted coldly and pointed in the direction of Yanmen Pass:
"The 150,000 infantrymen who went out to fight were already exhausted."
"That brat from the Wei family does have some brains. He knows that taking my cavalry charge head-on would mean certain death, so he ran away beforehand."
The lieutenant clutched his shoulder, still puzzled.
"But Your Highness, we're caught in the middle..."
"Screw your ass!"
Shigeru interrupted him, his eyes gleaming with a smug, self-important shrewdness:
"No matter how tough Huo Qingluan's heavy armor is, it's just a nail stuck there, unable to move."
"What about inside Yanmen Pass? Even the rats are starving to death! If they retreat, they're just retreating into a giant, food-deprived burial mound!"
He turned to look at the cavalry formation behind him.
"How much food and rations did we take with us when we left camp?"
"Your Highness, we brought three days' worth of rations."
"That's right."
Shigeru Dogtooth laughed heartily:
"We have three days' worth of food, while they don't even have one day's worth!"
"Instead of sending our cavalry to charge the city walls and suffering unnecessary losses, it would be better to set up camp outside the city and surround them completely!"
"I'd like to see what these starving Wei dogs will use to defend the city three days from now!"
The more Inuya Shigeru talked, the more convinced he became of his judgment.
"In your Wei military strategy, what's it called again?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"The best strategy is to subdue the enemy without fighting!"
The lieutenant quickly stepped forward to speak, his face beaming with smiles:
"Young Prince, you are truly brilliant! This tactic of subduing the enemy without a fight is absolutely ingenious! In three days, when we storm in, those Wei dogs won't even be able to lift their swords!"
"Hahahaha! Well said!"
"Your Highness's plan is indeed unpredictable and profound, truly capturing the essence of military strategy."
A soft, feminine voice interrupted from the side.
The scholar in the drab gray robe appeared in front of them at some point.
His face, typical of people from the Central Plains, wore a fawning smile, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and his waist bent extremely low.
He stood out awkwardly among a group of burly, blood-stained Northern Rong generals, like a mangy dog mixed into a pack of wolves.
Shigeru's laughter stopped abruptly.
He turned his head, his single eye coldly staring at the scholar. The disgust in his eyes was undisguised.
The scholar's smile froze for a moment.
"Get lost."
Too lazy to waste words with him, Inuya Shigeru simply uttered three words.
He despised the Wei people who betrayed their ancestors.
If this bastard wasn't still somewhat useful, he would have chopped his head off and used it as a chamber pot long ago.
The scholar was scolded, but he didn't get angry.
He straightened up, still maintaining that smug smile, and silently retreated behind several Northern Rong generals.
No one paid him any attention, and the generals looked at him with disdain.
But he doesn't care.
The scholar's gaze passed over Qunya Mao's shoulder and looked toward the tightly closed gates of Yanmen Pass in the distance.
He rubbed his fingers lightly inside his sleeve, his eyes as cold and sinister as a venomous snake.
Yes, three days.
Just wait three more days.
At that time, it's still uncertain whose bones will be buried outside Yanmen Pass!
……
Wei Zhao pushed open the bedroom door and threw himself onto the hard wooden bed.
Every bone in my body was screaming.
It wasn't from being tired—it was from the surging power within me, bubbling and bubbling like boiling water.
Liu Jingshuang hadn't returned yet. She went to the wounded soldiers' camp to check the casualties of the day.
She never delegated such matters to others; she personally reviewed the lives of every fallen soldier and remembered their names.
Wei Zhao did not go with them.
It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he has more important things to do.
The transparent panel in my mind had lit up, and a series of data were jumping around, like abacus beads flipping up and down.
[Battle settlement in progress—]
[Enemy kills in this battle: 31,560]
[Gained Killing Points: 3156]
[Cumulative Killer Points: 390 + 3156 = 3546 points]
[Gained 351 free attribute points]
[Level Up: Level 2 → Level 3 (3546/10000)]
Three thousand one hundred and fifty-six points of Killing God Value.
Wei Zhao stared at the number, his back pressed against the cold wooden board, his breathing slowly becoming heavier.
It was bought with the lives of more than 30,000 people.
Frontal assault, cavalry charge, and heavy armored troops grinding each other apart—the Wei family army used 150,000 infantrymen to hold off 200,000 Northern Rong infantrymen, and then used 20,000 cavalrymen to break through the enemy lines.
Huo Qingluan's heavily armored troops were engaged in a bloodbath in the rear.
Now, Quan Ya Mao is hiding outside the city, afraid to move, waiting for the Wei family army to starve to death.
He was unaware that his second sister-in-law's grain convoy was already on its way.
Three days.
In three days at most, the offensive and defensive positions will be completely reversed!
But that happened three days later.
Currently, Wei Zhao has 351 free attribute points.
He glanced at the current panel.
Combat Strength: 11 (Beginner)
[Physical Fitness: 54 (Iron Bones)]
Commander: 5 (Theoretical Strategist)
Intelligence: 20 (Exceptionally intelligent)
The commander is only 5.
Wei Zhao's lips twitched.
The entire battle plan was orchestrated by the Old Madam and Liu Jingshuang; he was basically just sitting on horseback as a mascot.
While the White-Clad Assassin's passive skill is useful, ultimately, his understanding of troop deployment is still at the stage of "being able to understand what others are saying".
An intelligence score of 20 is not low.
After all, he was a smart person before he transmigrated.
My strength is 11. I practiced shooting for ten days and it only increased by 1 point. My speed isn't fast, but it's not slow either.
Constitution 54, this is the highest attribute I have so far, the result of putting all my points into it last time.
What can you do with 351 points?
Wei Zhao lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the blanket.
Let's see what happens when the body's constitution reaches 100.
He had a previous guess that when the attribute value reached a certain integer threshold, there should be a qualitative change.
The God of Slaughter template always felt like a game system to him, and game systems love to offer breakthrough rewards.
Forty-six points, from fifty-four to one hundred.
"add."
The changes came ten times more violently than he had anticipated.
Last time, when I went from fifteen to fifty-four, it was like a warm current flowing into my limbs and bones, like taking a hot bath.
This time it's completely different.
A dense, cracking sound emanated from within the bones—not a soft snapping, but a muffled thunderous roar as if the entire bone were being crushed and rebuilt.
The muscle fibers are like being disassembled and rewoven one by one, with every inch expanding, tightening, and expanding again.
Wei Zhao gritted his teeth.
pain.
But it's not the pain of being injured, it's the pain of breaking free from the cocoon.
The whole process lasted for about a dozen breaths.
The numbers on the panel flickered, then a line of gold text popped up:
[Congratulations, host! You have achieved the achievement of reaching 100 in a single statistic!]
[Physical fitness upgraded to 100—Bronze head and iron arms!]
[Note: Once you exceed 100, you will completely transcend the limitations of mortals and advance to a higher level!]