The empty karst cave where Zhang Weiyu and the others were at was brightly lit. The captains of each team were gathered here, waiting for orders. It was as lively as if there was a real war going on.
Although Inner Hall Zhi and the others led the team during training, they were only instructors. The team leader was someone else, someone they had chosen through their many years of experience and foresight.
As the saying goes, soldiers are strong by themselves, and generals are strong by themselves. Although the style of Mount Lu Wangshan had begun to deviate under Lü Shu's influence, choosing a captain was still a very important matter.
After all, the captain not only had to control the team and execute orders perfectly during battle, but he also had to influence the thoughts of the soldiers in the team to achieve a high degree of unity in the thoughts of the entire army.
Therefore, after ten days of training, Zhang Weiyu and the others had stayed up all night to discuss the candidates for the captains. At this point, they were still relatively reliable.
One of the team captains muttered, "I heard from Charcoal that the king said he wanted to beat up the Qing army …"
"With such a big lineup, he must want to drag us out and see how good we are. I think we have to perform well. What if the king is disappointed in us?"
"Although it's a little unrealistic, following the king is the right thing to do. I still hope to follow the king until Rank-1 …"
"Speaking of which, we don't have to train today. It feels pretty good …"
The group looked at the person who spoke and felt a sense of empathy for him. It had to be said that training was much more difficult than it was now!
Zhang Weiyu looked up at them and whispered to the other Inner Palace Chiefs, "We have to fight this battle beautifully. Otherwise, Wu Weijun's arrogance, which was accumulated after his breakthrough, will suffer a setback. It won't be easy to pull him back."
In the past, the thoughts of the army had to be stable. They could not let the soldiers have arrogant thoughts. After all, arrogant soldiers were bound to lose.
However, Wu Weijun was different. A group of mud suddenly turned into concrete. Zhang Weiyu had to let them continue to grow. When they reached a certain height, he would wear down their arrogance. Otherwise, mud would always be mud.
From this, one could see Zhang Weiyu's thoughts. He was afraid that Wu Weijun was not arrogant enough. Now was not the time to talk to Wu Weijun about keeping away from arrogance and rashness!
Therefore, Zhang Weiyu and the others were very serious when instructing them on tactics. They were even more serious than when Mituryū Kanao went out. After all, Mituryū Kanao's name alone was enough to make the enemy tremble in fear. His strength was also there, so there was really no need to be too serious …
Zhang Weiyu raised his head and beckoned the seven captains over, saying solemnly, "I need the seven of you to lead a team to harass the Qing Fortress Army. You don't need to fight them head-on. You just need to confuse them with our intentions."
The seven of them asked curiously, "What should we do?"
Zhang Weiyu glanced at them from the corner of his eyes. "Do you really need me to tell you this kind of thing? Why don't I eat for you? Then you don't have to eat."
When everyone heard this, they thought, 'Oh, does that mean we won't have food to eat if we don't complete it? Then we have to complete it …'
After the seven of them received their orders and left, Zhang Weiyu summoned the captains of the ten small teams. "Go to the Swallowing Cloud Ridge and seal off the Qing Fortress Army's path to the north. Think of all ways to ambush them. If there are people chasing after you, use the geographical advantage to shake them off if there are many of them. If there are few of them, surround and kill them in the karst caves. Capture them alive if you can, but don't get hung up on fighting them."
This was the strategy that Lü Shu had requested from Zhang Weiyu. Lü Shu did not know much about other things, but he had requested that this battle be a guerrilla warfare. Zhang Weiyu thought it was a good idea. This way, when the Blackfeather Army arrived, Wu Weijun would have enough experience to operate it.
Fifteen minutes later, the Qing Fortress Army was carefully advancing towards the Swallowing Cloud Ridge. They had already discovered that there were many cave entrances and exits in this place. Perhaps Wu Weijun would come out from one of them.
Although the Qing Fortress Army was physically and mentally exhausted after fighting with the Blackfeather Army for half a month and lacked food and clothing, they were elites after all. Their willpower was still firm.
At this moment, the Qing Fortress Army suddenly felt that something was wrong. They realized that a few people had suddenly appeared on a mountain not far away. The Qing Fortress Army immediately became vigilant. After all, Wu Weijun had disappeared for a long time. They thought that Wu Weijun had been scared off by them and had run away. In the end, he suddenly appeared at this time, and with such a small group of people.
What was going on?
Before they could react, a few people also appeared on another mountain. Then, a singing voice came from the mountain. "Little Brother Wu Wei, Little Sister Tun Yun, if we are fated, let's sing together."
Then, another voice came from another mountain. "Little Brother, Little Sister Tun Yun, let's sing together if we are fated …"
The Qing Fortress Army at the foot of the mountain: "???"
What the hell? We're in the middle of a f * cking war, and you guys are singing love songs and folk songs to flirt with each other? Can't you be more serious?
To be honest, Wu Weijun and the others were in despair. As the commander, Zhang Weiyu only told them to harass the Qing Fortress Army and confuse them, but he did not tell them how to do it.
In fact, the commander on the battlefield only cared about the results and did not care about what you did. This was also the standard to distinguish whether a mid-level commander was outstanding or not. If they were outstanding enough, they would be able to think of a solution according to the commander's requirements. If they were not outstanding enough, they could only scratch their heads and not figure out what to do.
And now, Wu Weijun's seven teams were very anxious. They had been thinking about Zhang Weiyu's words along the way. How should they confuse the Qing Fortress Army?
When the Qing Fortress Army saw Wu Weijun appear, they immediately prepared for battle. However, Wu Weijun did not seem to have any intention of fighting with them. He was still singing folk songs to himself. "As long as we are affectionate, the folk songs will sing like a golden phoenix …"
The Qing Fortress Army was dumbfounded.
To be honest, the Qing Fortress Army had fought in so many battles, but they had never seen such an opponent …
"So what does Wu Weijun do during training on the drill ground …" Someone from the Qing Fortress Army sighed.
"Go and capture them." Liu Yizhao said coldly, "Let's see what they're up to."
The vanguard of the Qing Fortress Army instantly rushed out. In the end, they had just climbed halfway up the mountain when Wu Weijun's group disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, all the soldiers of the Qing Fortress Army suddenly realized that this group of Wu Weijun's soldiers was surprisingly fast!
Someone came back and said in a low voice, "Commander, I've already reached the sensing distance. None of these people are lower than fourth-class! There are even a few third-class! "
When Liu Yizhao heard this, he was stunned for a moment. "These might be Wu Weijun's elites, so their strength is slightly higher."
It should be known that there were many fifth-class soldiers in an elite army like the Qing Fortress Army, and it was the same for the Blackfeather Army. But now, there was not even a single fifth-class soldier in the tattered Wu Weijun army. Liu Yizhao did not believe it!
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