The huge tent was packed with dozens of generals, and Zhuang Li was surrounded by this group of rough men, answering all kinds of questions.
"Be quiet and listen carefully to what the military advisor says." Le Zhengming slammed the table hard.
The tent suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Only the black-faced deputy general exhaled heavily from his nose, and his eyes as big as copper bells stared at the thin young man, as if waiting for the other party to show his true form.
Zhuang Li waved his hand and ordered, "Bring a can of red beans and a can of mung beans."
Le Zhengming was reluctant to leave Little Curly, so he glanced at the black-faced deputy general.
The black-faced deputy general gritted his teeth, but still went obediently.
A moment later, two cans of beans were placed on the table.
Zhuang Li reached out and scooped up two handfuls of red beans, then a handful of green beans, placing them on either side. His slender fingertips drew a circle around the two piles of beans, and he spoke slowly, "In a sense, war is actually a mathematical game. It's no exaggeration to say that every war in the world can be described by a precise mathematical model. As long as the relevant variables are controlled within a range that guarantees victory, there is no war that cannot be won."
"In other words," he glanced around and smiled quietly, "winning every battle is definitely not a myth."
There is no general who does not desire to win every battle, but throughout history, there has never been a general who has never been defeated in his life.
History has long made clear to the world a truth: the so-called unwavering victory in every battle is a complete lie.
Zhuang Li barely opened his mouth when the surrounding generals cried out in surprise, followed by expressions of deep suspicion. The dark-faced deputy commander, in particular, snorted and sneered.
Le Zhengming raised his hand and said in a cold tone: "What are you arguing about? Anyone who doesn't want to listen, get out!"
No one left. Although the young military advisor's words were absurd, they only piqued everyone's curiosity.
Zhuang Li slowly moved the red beans, arranging them into a square, and then pushed the green beans into a crescent. He asked lazily, "Do you know what the war dimension is?"
Everyone looked at each other, then shook their heads. War dimension? I'd never heard of that term before!
Zhuang Li continued to explain, "The dimension of war is the spatial and temporal range determined by the effective destruction range and maneuverability of both combatants."
Although everyone had ears, they couldn't understand this seemingly simple sentence at all, so the confusion on their faces became even more intense.
Zhuang Li drew a circle around the red beans with his finger and explained further, "If this pile of red beans represents the Jie people, and this pile of green beans represents the Wei people, then the range covered by the arrows fired by these two armies is their war dimension. Within this dimension, they can effectively kill the enemy."
"The Jie people use bows and arrows, and the Wei people also use bows and arrows. The average range of their bows and arrows is less than 36 meters, so the war between the two sides should be of similar magnitude."
"But look, red beans are twice as numerous as green beans. They occupy a wider area and have a longer diameter, so their war dimension is naturally larger. The Wei people are smaller in number and occupy a narrower area. Within the same range, their war dimension is naturally much smaller than that of the Jie people.
"When two war dimensions of varying sizes collide, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the larger one will inevitably devour the smaller one.
"That is to say, an army with more people will often have a greater advantage."
After hearing this, the generals finally understood and nodded in agreement.
The black-faced deputy general said in a muffled voice, "Even an idiot knows this. There's nothing to discuss. Tell me, how did we defeat the Jie people just now? We were so few in number!"
Zhuang Li pushed the crescent-shaped green beans, slowly surrounding the twice as many red beans, and then gently moved the red beans, changing their square formation into a circular formation, overlapping with the outer layer of green beans.
"To put it more bluntly, when there's not a huge generation gap in weaponry, the most effective way to win is to divide the war dimension." He tapped the surrounded red beans with his fingertips and said softly, "Look at the red beans now. How broad is their war dimension?"
"Anywhere the arrows can reach is their war zone, so it must be from here to here." The dark-faced man pointed to the center of the red beans, then pointed to the outer edge, about ten inches wide. This distance completely covered the thin layer of green beans.
Zhuang Li shook his head and said, "You are wrong. Their war dimension only lies here." He stretched out his fingertips and pointed at the narrow area where the red beans and green beans met.
"What? Didn't you just say that the scope of war is determined by how far an arrow can be shot?" The black-faced deputy general felt that he had been fooled.
"Can these red beans squeezed in the middle really shoot arrows?" Zhuang Li inserted his fingertips into the very center of the red beans and chuckled softly. "If they shoot arrows from here, where else do you think the arrows will land besides the green beans?"
A deputy general took a closer look at the pile of red beans and the thin layer of mung beans and exclaimed in shock, "I understand! If the red beans trapped in the inner circle shoot arrows into the sky, the falling arrows will first hit the red beans on the outer circle. There are so many red beans, so thick, and the mung beans are only a thin line. The red beans have a much greater chance of being hit than the mung beans!"
As soon as this person finished speaking, all the generals clapped their hands in agreement.
Yes, if the red beans squeezed in the inner circle shoot arrows into the sky, it will also cause indiscriminate attacks on their own army! So they won't do that!
"No wonder the Jie people only fired two waves of arrows and stopped at Guandu. I thought it was very strange at the time!" A deputy general suddenly realized.
They fought desperately on the battlefield, their vision only able to see a few feet around them, and the battlefield farther away was completely invisible. The narrow vision of the people in the game limited their sensory abilities, so they could not know what was happening on the battlefield.
In fact, in an army, there are very few people who truly understand how to win, and even many commanders only have a vague concept of military tactics.
Thus, the profession of military advisors was born. They were the brains of the army, responsible for thinking, while the rest of the army only needed to follow the plans they made step by step.
If an army's brain is smart enough, then they can win; if an army's brain is not smart, then sooner or later it will face failure.
Killing the enemy and deploying troops are two completely different things, just as military strategist and general are two completely different professions.
After hearing this, the generals finally realized that this seemingly weak young man was indeed extraordinary.
Zhuang Li picked up a small bowl and said slowly, "If this is an army, then those trapped in the inner circle include not only archers, but also cavalry and infantry. The archers' bows are now useless, so what about the cavalry and infantry?"
Le Zhengming said in a deep voice, "The cavalry will try to rush out and trample the surrounding infantry to death. The infantry will also trample on each other, causing even greater casualties."
The generals couldn't help but gasp.
Zhuang Li chuckled softly. "General, you're right. The cavalry will trample the infantry to death. If the panicked infantry instinctively raise their swords to stab their horses, they will throw the cavalry to the ground. They will trample each other, falling into an inescapable mess. So you can imagine the panic of these soldiers trapped in the inner circle. They have lost their fighting power before they even engage our army."
"Also, don't forget that while the enemy's archers are unable to use their bows, our archers can shoot as much as they want, because the huddled Jie army is all within our range."
Having said that, Zhuang Li picked up a small bowl and covered the inner layer of red beans.
They are useless.
Now, the only red beans visible to everyone are a thin layer around the edge of the bowl.
Zhuang Li tapped the bottom of the bowl lightly with his fingertips and asked with a smile, "Now, let's see how many Jie people are left who can actually join this battle?"
Everyone took a closer look and was stunned!
Such a large pile of red beans was covered by the bowl, leaving only a thin circle, which was much less than the mung beans! The situation has changed dramatically!
The dark-faced burly man was confused by this magic trick and began to count the red beans with his thick fingers.
Le Zhengming glanced at him with disdain. He put on a smug look and bowed, stealing glances at the young man with eyes filled with awe and regret.
Zhuang Li looked around at everyone and said slowly, "Let me help you calculate. If the Jie people's war dimension has a radius of 300 zhang, then the width of this marginal war dimension, which still retains combat effectiveness, is only 6 zhang. Using the formula, the total area of the Jie people's effective war dimension actually only accounts for 3% of their total war dimension."
"Three percent of 80,000 is 2,400. That means, in the Battle of Guandu, the two armies weren't outnumbered by 40,000 to 80,000, but by 40,000 to 2,400. With such a disparity in strength, if we don't win, who will?"
Zhuang Li tapped the table with his fingertips and swept his proud gaze over everyone's faces.
The soldiers gasped for breath, all of them intimidated by his powerful aura. Then they lowered their heads one by one to hide the awe that suddenly rose in their hearts.
Zhuang Li then pushed the green beans, scattering the red beans around the edge of the bowl. He smiled nonchalantly, "Even if the Jie tribe sent a force of 180,000, after being divided by our Crescent Moon Battle Formation, only about 6,000 would be left to launch an effective counterattack. They have 6,000, and we have 40,000. What's there to be afraid of?"
The soldiers stretched out their fingers to count, then looked at the huge difference in the number of red beans and green beans on the table, and their eyes widened bigger than copper bells.
The reality is just as the boy said!
The Jie seemed to fall without a second thought, giving the Wei soldiers no time to react. At the time, everyone thought they were just brave warriors, that they could only win by fighting one against a hundred. But now, looking back, it turns out that the vast majority of the Jie were killed by their own people.
They were trapped in the inner circle, unable to break out. They could only shoot at each other, trample on each other, and horses trample on each other. In an instant, a large number of them were killed. Only about 2,000 Jie people on the periphery were able to move freely, and they were easily cut down by tens of thousands of Wei soldiers!
Amazing! This battle was truly amazing! It sounded so simple in explanation, yet how horrific was its execution? Without absolute certainty, what military advisor would dare to do this?
Thinking of this, the generals who had originally lowered their heads raised their heads and looked at the young man, their eyes filled with complete respect and utter conviction.
Zhuang Li lowered his eyelids slightly and sighed, "Those over ten thousand of our soldiers who were killed or wounded were actually all shot by the Jie army before the encirclement was formed. It was their sacrifice that brought us the ultimate victory."
The tent suddenly fell into silence.
Then, another general counted on his fingers and said, "That way, once the encirclement was complete, our soldiers suffered no casualties. In the second half of the war, we were practically invincible."
After hearing this, everyone gasped.
To be able to lead a small army to victory with almost zero casualties in such a desperate situation, this young man is truly brilliant! Where on earth did General Le Zheng find this guy? He's just too lucky!
Le Zhengming quietly reached out and grasped Curly's hand beneath the table, his heart brimming with indescribable pride. This was clearly his first time seeing this scene, yet it felt quite familiar, and the corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously.
Zhuang Li gently returned his lover's hand, playfully scratching his calloused palm. Then, with his free hand, he lifted the small bowl and said calmly, "Every war is a division of dimensions. Now you understand, as long as you find the right way to divide the enemy's war dimensions, you'll always be invincible. War is a mathematical game, that's what it means."
The generals nodded, not quite understanding, but a light of "understanding" gradually lit up in their originally confused minds.
7480 knelt down and listened to these words, and his broken hands seemed to hurt even more.
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