"As expected, none of the people below him bothered to pay attention to him. When various orders were passed down, they would only follow them if he was there in person to give the king some face. If he wasn't there, who would be so stupid as to do it in the hot sun?"
"What happened next?" asked the old duke's son, Willever, curiously.
"Later, he learned his lesson and asked the king for a supervisory team to oversee the training of his men, such as arranging formations and so on. He managed to master it."
"It's a shame it's useless. Once on the battlefield, life and death depend on a split second. Who the hell cares about the formation? I just chop more when I feel good, and run back when I'm hurt. In the end, as long as we maintain the overall formation and slowly surround the enemy, we basically win."
"What if we can't defeat him?"
"If you can't win, just run away, silly boy." The old father looked at his son as if he was mentally retarded.
Wilhelm remained silent, turned his head and looked at the army on the opposite side. After a while, he asked, "Then how did you defeat the barbarians?"
"Although that commander's ideas were naive, he was truly a genius. Leveraging his Sequence 7 strength, he pierced through the enemy lines and placed the leader's head on the tip of his spear. The barbarians then fled. Otherwise, the outcome of that battle would have been in jeopardy."
"That's why I told you to teach your grandson well and send him to Emenas to study. Don't be like you, thinking about all the fancy stuff all the time. Strength is the only truth."
"And the rebel leader on the other side is just like that. He doesn't have any real skills, but he thinks he's read a little and still plans a battle formation. Just look at him. When the fighting starts, everyone will be jostled and everything will be in chaos. Who would be so stupid as to stand there and get beaten just to maintain their formation? Hahahaha."
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