Idiot. This was Sui Xiong's evaluation of the aristocratic party for starting a war in the evening.
It was inconvenient to fight at night, and this was equal for both sides.
However, the new army of the merchant party was well-trained and should be more familiar with cooperative combat. The darkness of the night would certainly weaken their strength, but probably not too much.
The aristocratic party was different. Their elite troops came from different territories. Even if they had some training, they would certainly not be able to compete with the merchant party's army, which had been specially trained for a long time. It would be fine if they fought in the day, but it was obviously disadvantageous for them to fight in the dark.
Then why were they so crazy?
Sui Xiong only had two words to comment on this.
Idiot!
He did not know what the commander of the aristocratic party was thinking, but in his opinion, no matter what kind of strange ideas they had, they should not go against the basic principles of war.
If they did that, even if they could win, it would be a fluke.
In terms of military attitude, Sui Xiong was very influenced by a few netizens of the Pushing School. Those netizens were extremely contemptuous of tactics, and insisted that relying on powerful strength to push through was the only right way to fight a war. When Sui Xiong watched movies and novels, he often sighed at how powerful the tactics in them were. But after being criticized several times by them, he realized his own shallowness.
If he had the time to torment those evil moths, he might as well immerse himself in practicing internal strength. Since ancient times, any famous general who could use troops like a god and win consecutive victories had a powerful army to rely on. Without a powerful army, it was rare to see a famous general who could only rely on tactics.
Sui Xiong could roughly guess why the commander of the aristocratic party chose this time to start the war. It was likely that he had let the soldiers sleep well during the day, and in the evening, they would eat and drink to their heart's content. After a short rest, they would start the war in a perfect state. When the night deepened, the soldiers of the merchant party would definitely be tired, and then the aristocratic party would have a great advantage.
This kind of thinking belonged to a scholar's thinking. It was like … in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, there was a scholar who shouted that "the high ground is like a hot knife through butter." He ignored the advice of his subordinates and insisted on building his position on a hillside that lacked water. He planned to use the hillside to push through when the enemy attacked, but he did not expect that the enemy would not attack at all. Instead, they built a solid position around the hill and trapped him and his army inside. In the end, he suffered a crushing defeat and seemed to have lost his life.
Sui Xiong didn't remember the scholar's name. He only remembered that his surname was Ma. His name was very difficult to write, and he didn't know how to read it.
In his opinion, the commander of the aristocratic party was in the same family as this awkward-sounding Pony. His head was full of assumptions!
"Who do you think will win?" he asked casually.
"Of course it's the Merchant Party," Wenner replied. "But I don't think they'll win by a landslide. They'll just have a slight advantage."
Sui Xiong was slightly stunned and asked, "Why only a slight advantage? I think they have a huge advantage. "
"In terms of daily training, they do have a great advantage." Wenner said, "There's definitely something wrong with the commander of the aristocratic party who chose to fight at night. There's no doubt about it. However, the aristocratic party has two advantages that the merchant party cannot compare with. "
"Two advantages? Which two? "
"The first advantage is that their logistics have been very stable recently. As for the Merchant Party, due to the harassment and ambushes, there was indeed a problem with their logistics. Therefore, the soldiers of the aristocratic faction are in better physical condition than the soldiers of the merchant faction. "
Sui Xiong nodded slightly. "What's the other advantage?"
"The second advantage is that the soldiers of the aristocratic party have already rested during the day. Not only did they rest during the day, but their elite troops have been on duty during the past four or five days. They've completely gotten used to the reversal of day and night. In contrast, although the soldiers of the merchant party have also been trained to fight at night, they can't avoid fatigue. Especially in the second half of the night, no matter how energetic they are, their combat ability will decline due to fatigue. "
Sui Xiong nodded again. "These two advantages are very obvious. However, with these two advantages, why are they still at a disadvantage?"
"The level of training is different, and the intensity of their fighting spirit is different. These are all differences that small tricks can't make up for." Wenner smiled and said, "In the end, fighting still depends on everyone's strength. The equipment of the soldiers of the merchant party is not worse than that of the aristocratic party, but they are better trained and have higher morale. Especially because of the evil deeds of the aristocratic party's cavalry, they are all furious. Now that the battle starts now, they will definitely be able to display 120% of their fighting spirit. "
"If I were the aristocratic party, I would first negotiate for peace, or at least drag it out until the battle here is over. When the dust settles, the anger of the merchant party must be exhausted. In the end, they only consider the advantageous factors and not the disadvantageous ones. How can they win the battle? "
Wenner shook his head and made a final conclusion for the aristocratic party's army. "They will definitely lose. It's just a small defeat."
Sui Xiong nodded repeatedly. He had a clearer idea of the battle in the distance.
It was probably that the commanders of the aristocratic party wanted to create big news, but ended up digging their own grave …
In fact, if there was big news, there was one right in front of them.
The resurrection of two fallen gods was big news no matter how one looked at it, and it was the biggest and most shocking kind.
The shadow of the God of Eagle behind Leon's soul was becoming clearer and clearer. The figure of the God of Eagle with a pair of wings on its back, with the head of an eagle and the body of a human, was already a relatively clear transparent shadow. From Sui Xiong's perspective, it was almost about to become real.
However, every time it was about to become clearer and more real, it would shake violently, just like an old-fashioned television signal. After that, the clarity would decrease a lot, and then slowly become clear again.
It was like a person pushing a rock up a mountain. Every time he was about to push the top of the mountain, the rock would roll down with a crash.
It was futile.
Sui Xiong concluded in his heart and could not help but smile maliciously.
Of course, he knew why. The connection between the temple of the God of Eagle and the outside world had been completely cut off by him. Without the temple as a transfer point, the God of Eagle could not transform the power of faith into Divine Power. Without the replenishment of Divine Power, it would not be easy for him to complete the resurrection!
On the other side, above the soul of the evil dragon, a shadow appeared. It was a white-haired old man wearing golden armor, a crown, and a cape. He held a scepter and rode on a horse. He looked very majestic.
Wenner recognized him when he saw his appearance.
"The God of Royalty, so it's him!" Wenner nodded and laughed gloatingly. "Haha! Now I can't help but look forward to seeing the expression on the face of the God of Aristocracy! "
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