College (2)

These days, Alex had honestly kept his promise not to bother Inger, and he hadn't seen him since.

After another week of recuperation, Inger left the mansion and headed for the academy with the permission of the doctor and the archbishop.

While he was in the Duke's Palace, he refused all visitors, including his friends, except Alex and Archbishop Bixi.

He really didn't have the energy to deal with those friends at the time, and he didn't want to listen to the rumors outside.

But when I return to college, these people and things will come to me involuntarily.

For example, now.

Inger looked at the class schedule, found the history classroom, opened the back door, and sat down in a random seat at the back - this was his habit in college.

While waiting for the class to start, he had nothing to do, so he opened "Advanced Principles of Magic".

The classroom suddenly became quiet.

Inger looked up and saw a group of people surrounding him.

"Ying! You are still alive!"

"Inge! The Duke's Mansion won't let us visit you!"

"Is your illness really that serious?"

"I heard that the person who poisoned the place was caught by the Ninth Prince, but I still don't believe it. Maybe it's just the thief crying 'Catch the thief'?"

"I've told you before, don't get close to him, he's dangerous, stay away from him from now on!"

"I heard that you studied magic with Archbishop Bixi. Is this true?"

…

Inger smiled politely, but his head was about to explode.

It was as if he had returned to the period when he worked at the school.

Inger pretended to cough twice.

"Hey! He's not well yet! Don't make it difficult for him! Can't you just speak more slowly?"

Inger then found a gap and slowly raised his head to look over.

He has no memory of this body, but he recognizes many of the people.

Because a large part of them have appeared in comics.

As students of the same class as Alex, they are either active in the enemy camp or in their own camp.

But it only appeared once or twice.

In the original work, after Inger's death, they were very rude to Alex. The isolation and exclusion among classmates, or perhaps the rejection of Alex by the old aristocratic faction.

Inger is the second and most beloved son of Duke Neckar, the oldest and most prestigious noble family in Chunie.

It was natural for the children of high-ranking aristocratic factions to lean on him.

Recently, Inger has written down all the contents of the genealogy of the current nobles. He has also asked people to find portraits of the nobles, including their children.

He took a quick look around and found that there were basically no children worth making close friends with.

So he smiled and responded one by one:

"I'm fine. I'm alive and well. It was someone else who poisoned me. His Highness the Ninth Prince is not stupid, but I really don't want to get involved in these things. The Archbishop is so busy, so I basically just read books by myself."

"I thought you were going to study knight class! I didn't expect that. Are you going to study magic class now?"

This military and political academy is a bit like the school that Gu Shu attended, which was a combination of World High School and University.

Before middle school, these children of noble families basically learned basic knowledge at home. They entered school in the first semester to learn advanced basic knowledge. In the second semester, the school would conduct diversion.

People with magical qualities will be divided into knights and wizards.

Knights actually refer to those who can transform magic power into chi and forge their bodies. It does not only refer to knights.

Ordinary classes are divided into military, politics, economics, propaganda, and scientific research.

In fact, there are also detailed divisions between the knight class and the magic class, but because most knights became members of knight orders or army commanders, and most wizards entered the Institute of Magic, the subject selection was later cancelled.

Inger tried rehabilitation at home, but he collapsed after running a few steps, and his family almost locked him in the house.

He also tried indoor exercise, but he collapsed after doing only a few push-ups. It seemed that the illness had really damaged his body, so he didn't force himself.

"Probably. I'm just a little interested. The bishop often says that I don't have strong control and magic power."

This is true. That person seemed to find fault with him whenever he got the chance, as if he was afraid that he would become arrogant and complacent.

He is not a child, and he does not care about competitions. Learning magic is just a way to save his life, and he does not need to be very good.

"Ah, that person is notoriously picky, and most people don't like her! It's incredible that she taught you magic!"

Inger glanced at the man who had said this and smiled to himself.

Immature jealousy between children, and obviously sarcastic remarks.

He just thought it was fun. But that was all.

He wanted to escape from the political whirlpool, so he would not make close friends with these bad friends. Socializing was the business of his parents and brother, and he only needed to finish his school life quietly and then run away with his family.

"Make way, make way."

"Stella, why are you here?"

The one who pushed the crowd aside was a young man with blond hair and blue eyes. He looked half a head taller than his peers, had a handsome face, and was wearing a knight's platinum light armor.

White birds of paradise filled the view.

He brought in a girl who looked 80% like him.

The girl's long blond hair was braided into a scorpion tail and hung behind her. She had cute eyebrows and a pouting mouth, and turned her head away as if she was very reluctant.

The two of them are obviously twins, and they have one most obvious feature - a bluebird tattoo on the corner of their left eye.

It’s Stella from the Bluebird family.

An ancient family that has prospered in the past three generations and is famous for its military strength.

Inger remembered their names, the brother was Uri and the sister was Cheryl.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at the two men, and his heart began to beat wildly.

Uri tugged at Cheryl's hand, "Cheryl, apologize."

Cheryl walked over awkwardly with her head lowered.

"I...I'm sorry...if I hadn't hidden your...water bottle...you wouldn't have..."

Inger finally understood why the original owner had snatched the male protagonist's water after horse racing.

The girl's eyes were red, and she murmured aggrievedly: "But I... that was for a reason... I didn't know what happened to you later..."

Wu Rui patted her on the back of her head and said, "If you want to apologize, be sincere! If you are wrong, you are wrong. Don't make excuses for yourself!"

Cheryl stamped her feet in anger: "Who is making excuses? I am telling the truth! It was not me who poisoned him!"

Inger coughed twice to draw the attention of the siblings who were about to quarrel to himself.

He smiled gently at Cheryl and asked, "Why did you hide my water bottle?"

Cheryl was stunned for a moment, and she burst out in grievance: "Because someone put laxatives in your bottle! I saw it! It was him!"

As she spoke, she grabbed the ear of someone next to her.

"Ahhhhhh! Let go! How can you just bite someone so casually!"

The man was obviously panicked, but he still quickly explained.

If he himself wasn't a participant and victim, Inger really wanted to grab a bucket of popcorn and watch the show right there.

Cheryl kicked the man to the ground, then turned back to Inger and said, "I was wrong. I should have made you drink laxatives! It's better than drinking poison! Humph!"

Just as Uri was about to cover his sister's mouth, Inger laughed twice: "Thank you."

Cheryl was stunned. "Do you believe what I said?"

Inger gave the man who was giving the laxative a meaningful look and asked, "What do you think?"

The man's mouth trembled twice, cold sweat broke out, he staggered to his feet, and ran away in front of everyone's gaze.

Inger laughed and said, "Some people don't even dare to apologize. You are much better than that. And you are right."

Cheryl grabbed her brother by the collar and said, "Brother! Did you hear me? You and Dad don't believe me!"

Wu Rui quickly apologized to her.

Inger watched the two men making a fuss, and the scenes of their deaths unfolded clearly before his eyes.

He took a deep breath.

These two people will be Alex's most loyal partners in the future.

Wu Rui died from a thousand arrows piercing his heart, including one shot by his twin sister.

Cheryl died of suicide.

A demon being took control of Cheryl's body, killed her twin brother, and made her watch her brother die from her own arrow.

The companions around Alex died in more tragic ways than each other.

[If this is really a comic, then there must be something wrong with the author's brain. ]

This was his most honest thought at the time.

The bell for class rang, interrupting his memories.

The others left, but Uri and Cheryl stayed and sat next to him.

Inger quietly moved a position, and Uri followed suit.

[No, don’t you feel embarrassed? ]

Wu Rui came over and whispered to him, "I'm really sorry that my sister has such a temper, but she is not a bad person."

Inger ignored him.

If you have read the comics, you will know that this guy appears to be so serious on the surface, but in fact he is a hopeless sister-con.

Then he started reading the comic book plot in his mind again.

At this time, Professor Obide walked into the classroom.

This person is their history lecturer and also the president of the college.

Not an old man with white beard, nor an old man with white hair.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties who looked very solemn. He looked very strong. He wore silver-rimmed glasses on his high nose bridge and had no beard. He was tall, thin, with a straight back, dark yellow skin, and some scars.

This year's principal took over the position directly from his grandfather.

He is a retired general.

He taught history, military theory and military practice courses in the college.

Although he was a soldier, he was not a soldier ruffian. He was born into a noble family and had acquired manners and bearing since childhood. After becoming a soldier, his habit was a kind of discipline that was difficult to erase.

The combination of the two in one person, coupled with that serious expression, can't help but inspire respect.

The students who were originally relaxed in the classroom straightened their backs involuntarily when they saw him.

Oubide placed the lesson plan on the desk and said, "Everyone, please find a seat and sit down."

Inger thought his voice was a little hoarse, and the next moment, he met his gaze.

歐必德面無表情地看着他，随口點道：“讓我們回顧一下上節課學過的近代史，誰能簡要說一下，前任皇帝陛下死亡的那場戰役的情況”

【哇，這個教授能毫不避諱這些啊。而且這場戰役其實根本沒過去多久啊，他本人甚至都是參戰的其中一員。】

有幾個人舉起了手。

歐必德把目光放在了英格爾身上。

英格爾看着黑板。

【不是我別看我我沒舉手。】

“英格爾，你起來說。”

【讓一個今天剛回來的學生回答問題，作為老師也太壞心眼了吧!】

英格爾沒有猶豫就站了起來。

教室裏有人發聲：“教授!英格爾才剛回來!”

歐必德掃了他一眼，看不出什麽情緒：“答不出來就別起來。”

烏瑞在旁邊小聲道：“沒關系的。”

“1868年1月23日，現任黎微爾皇帝，麥凱奧林·黎微爾，被當時的丘涅皇帝阿蘭·丘涅，以巨大的兵力優勢圍困于加孜·柯裏昂地區，此戰最終結果是麥凱奧林殺死阿蘭，最終成功從萬人包圍中脫困，回到黎微爾邊境大本營，重整旗鼓，一氣攻下柯裏昂地區。這也是西南戰争的轉折點。是丘涅在西南戰争中戰敗的導火索。”

周圍的人都聽得目瞪口呆。

他背的出來是一回事，毫不忌諱地說出來又是另一回事。

實則這些東西對于英格爾來說，與兩百年前的歷史事件沒多大差別。再者現任皇帝對前任皇帝不甚尊重，也不需要擔憂。

歐必德嘴角有了點類似笑意的東西：“那你知道，麥凱奧林是如何突出重圍又是如何殺死阿蘭陛下的”

“這一段，上節課沒講過啊!”謝麗爾小聲嘀咕。

英格爾想了想，流利地說道：“戰後紀錄上寫着當時麥凱奧林身邊僅剩一支千人隊伍。他卻在戰鬥中突然投擲出自己唯一的防身武器，那個武器上面附着了加速魔法，穿過包圍圈直指阿蘭皇帝陛下，一擊斃命。之後軍心渙散。麥凱奧林以一敵百，為巫師施展傳送陣法争取了時間，後抛棄了半數士兵，成功逃脫。”

“我覺得真實情況沒有誰能比教授您更清楚了，當時的出戰名單上，您是主将之一。”

教室裏的學生們不約而同到吸一口冷氣。

烏瑞驚詫地看着他。

【這是挑釁吧膽子這麽肥】

歐必德嘴角已然翹起來了，“這些都是真實的，我是親眼見證這一幕的人。”

英格爾點了點頭：“多謝教授。”他說完就要坐下來。

歐必德：“沒讓你坐呢。”

英格爾僵了一下，繼續挺直腰板。

歐必德顯然不打算這麽輕易放過他：“你覺得這場戰争丘涅失敗的最大因素是什麽”

這一點英格爾自己在翻閱文件的時候也思考過。

“阿蘭陛下的戰略和布陣沒有問題，他成功将麥凱奧林逼迫到劣勢，圍困山谷之中，但麥凱奧林個人的武力過強，他的實力在8級騎士中都是佼佼者，哪怕萬人對千人的絕對優勢，也能堅持一段時間尋突圍的機會。”

他這樣說着，周圍一些同學不禁點了點頭。麥凱奧林是目前國際上公認的最強的騎士皇帝。到目前為止都還是模範答案。

英格爾見歐必德沒有滿意的跡象，不得已繼續道：“但我認為最關鍵的因素在于那個巫師。”

歐必德眯起眼睛，“為什麽”

“對物加速魔法和長距離多人傳送魔法。是改變局勢的關鍵。

就算麥凱奧林投擲力量再大，沒有加速魔法加持，也很難讓阿蘭陛下來不及反應就直接斃命。

如果沒有傳送魔法，麥凱奧林再厲害也不可能從萬人包圍中殺出一條血路。

他做得最恰當的決定便是護住了那個巫師。

衆所周知大多數國家的巫師包括我國，一般只研習治療和輔助性魔法，以及一些日常家用魔法。很少在戰争中派上關鍵作用。

當然，像長距離多人傳送法陣這也不是一般巫師能做到的。起碼7級，甚至8級。”

歐必德的笑意加深了：“哦那麽從這場戰役中你獲得了什麽樣的啓示”

英格爾表情頗為無語，這是什麽答辯會現場

“巫師和魔法在戰争中的戰略應用，以及騎士、巫師的戰略性配合。戰鬥方向的巫師培養，和戰略性人才方向的發展……”

沒有感情全是套話。

“……”

教室裏鴉雀無聲。

“教授，我現在可以坐下了嗎？”英格爾假裝禮貌性地問了一句。

歐必德點頭：“坐。”

教室裏的學生們立馬騷動起來。

歐必德拍了拍桌臺，“安靜。有時間給你們讨論，剛剛由涅卡同學講述的情況你們應該已經清楚了這場戰役的關鍵節點，接下來，組成3-4人小組進行讨論，在知曉的情況下，将如何戰勝黎微爾一方。”

歐必德的歷史課有一個顯着的特點——他會把歷史課上成軍事案例演習。

英格爾按着太陽穴，有些頭疼。

【這些和我一點屁的關系都沒有。我不會上戰場，更不會指揮作戰或參與作戰。】

他已經在考慮逃課了。

烏瑞和謝麗爾看了過來，一臉火熱期待。

英格爾幹脆道：“這有什麽好考慮的直接殺了那個巫師不就好了”

烏瑞道：“問題在于如何殺死他啊他一定被麥凱奧林等騎士保護得很好。”

謝麗爾興奮地道：“準備一支弓箭隊，把他們射成刺猬!”

英格爾：“當時編隊裏沒有這麽一支龐大的弓箭隊，頂多幾個人。不過要是有特別厲害的神射手倒是可能做到射殺巫師，可惜沒有。”

【你們倆未來就是能夠改變戰局的神射手。】

烏瑞摸着下巴問道：“那該怎麽做呢”

英格爾打了個哈欠，因為前段時間睡的時間太長，他到現在都沒能調整過來，他慢慢道：

“柯裏昂地區的名字源于此地生長的一種煙草，曬幹焚燒之後有強力的眩暈麻痹作用。如果是我，在戰前就會就地取材事先準備一些，圍困之時，選擇上風口放倒黎微爾軍，就算8級騎士可以抵抗，大部分其他騎士，尤其是體弱的巫師，起碼會受到影響。”

“再者要是己方有巫師，也可以準備一些防禦魔法或幻象，起碼不至于對突然的攻擊猝不及防。阿蘭陛下也是7級騎士，但他對自身防禦太自信了。”

“啊要是有炸藥就好了，埋伏地下，誘敵深入，轟炸過去，他們就是必死無疑。啊，現在炸藥只是發明出來，未安全生産。”

“另外陣型選錯了，大型傳送法陣只有在固定位置繪制才行，包圍陣型只會給他們時間和機會，應該用尖刀陣型把他們往水路逼，遠離黎微爾陣營，其實在柯裏昂戰場附近五昂铎（1昂铎＝100米）處就有一條河流，如果用游擊将他們逼得只能後退，那麽巫師也沒時間和條件施法。”

謝麗爾被唬的一愣一愣：“為什麽要往水路？不怕他們游泳逃走嗎？”

“一般這種規模的河流水流流速比較湍急，布滿礁石，雖無涯壁，但千人隊伍下水逃生不太可能。一個兩個倒是可能，另外，麥凱奧林，不會水。”

烏瑞眼睛亮了起來，“在水裏和空中也無法建立傳送陣。”

英格爾一愣，他這話倒提醒了他，空中也可以建立傳送陣？這是高階魔法，所以他沒試過。

謝麗爾：“那如果他們不去河裏，沿着河岸去上游或者下游怎麽辦？”

“那就提前改變陣型，引導他們朝着我們想要的方向去，一萬人這個數字是足夠支出分隊堵截的。”

“只要足夠耐心，你追我趕不停息，巫師就沒時間施展法陣，就算拖也能把他們拖垮。”

英格爾說完突然看見烏瑞在旁邊奮筆疾書，“你幹嘛？”

烏瑞理所當然道：“當然是把你說的記下來啊！這是小組讨論作業啊。”

英格爾不以為然，“你記下來有什麽用啊？都是大家能想到的東西。估計很快就會被前面幾組說完的。而且這些東西都是紙上談兵，實際執行還得看指揮者的能力。”

謝麗爾抄着手：“我們就沒想到啊？你是在罵我們笨蛋嗎？”

英格爾懶懶的趴在了桌上。

“喂!睡什麽睡，你昨晚沒睡夠？”

烏瑞趕緊制止妹妹：“謝麗!”

熱火朝天的讨論很快結束了。

因為英格爾也一直和雙胞胎講話，沒注意到別人讨論出了什麽。

當每個小組上去講的時候。他才意識到自己的誤解有多徹底。

“我們小組的方案是用火燒，把油桶和酒桶朝敵軍擲去，然後用火箭引燃。”

“一個水魔法就能制止的東西。你們腦子也進水了”

“我們小組的方案是讓敵我主将出陣一對一決鬥。”

“在準備決鬥的時候麥凱奧林就已經逃走了。下一個。”

“我們小組的方案是用弓箭手射殺巫師。”

"Let's not talk about the fact that we don't have many archers in our team. If we do, they will be blocked by Mackay Olin. But it's a good suggestion. I hope a talented archer will appear in the future. But that person will definitely not be you. Your archery skills are the worst in the class."

…

The previous groups were all criticized mercilessly by Opide.

He forgot that these kids were only 15 years old and had never been to a battlefield. How could he expect them to come up with any good strategies?

Inger watched helplessly as Uri went up and spoke confidently.

The students' jaws dropped as they listened to his talk.

Opide kept asking questions, which were exactly the same questions they had just discussed, and he could answer them all.

Obid finally nodded with satisfaction, "How many people are in your team?"

Wu Rui smiled brightly and pointed to his seat. "Me, my sister Cheryl, and Inger. It was mainly Inger who suggested it."

Inger put the book over his face and pretended to sleep.

Opide looked at him meaningfully, "Oh, really?"

In the end, he gave their group's homework 9 points, and he didn't give them the remaining point because he was afraid that they would be too proud.