The Era of Generals

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The more Chen Ze thought about it, the more he shook his head, and his expression became more and more solemn.

This is not a war game. After a bloody battle, the system automatically refreshes the battlefield for you.

The people on Haotian Continent are no different from what he knew in his previous life, they are all real people with flesh and blood and bones, they will not become a ball of light or a wooden box after death.

There are thousands of troops at every turn, and at least thousands of carriages and supplies. These people or things don't mean that they disappear out of thin air after being attacked, and they always leave some traces.

Blood, wreckage, startled horses, food, and even the messy footprints during the battle, it was impossible for the opponent to clean up everything seamlessly.

There's always something left.

But, no!

Huang Zhengyang didn't notice anything unusual, and Chen Ze came out of Xichuan City, and he didn't notice even half a doubt.

This is very abnormal!

unless……

Chen Ze took a deep breath and ordered everyone to stop marching and rest on the spot.

But he himself got off his horse, found a flat place under a tree, and spread the map he carried with him on the ground.

This map takes Xichuan City as the starting point and Bo'an City as the end point, and outlines in detail the best marching route between the two, which is the supply line that Anluo Province has planned for a long time.

"My son, what's the matter?"

When Chen Ze leaned over to check the map, Li Quan'an and others surrounded him.

"You guys wait a moment."

Chen Ze waved his hands, thought for a while, and then ordered: "The three of you will lead a hundred elite soldiers. Except for the direction of Bo'an City, go to the other three directions to guard, and the range will be wider."

"Once there is any abnormality, immediately warn with a loud arrow!"

While talking, he assigned general stars to Li Quan'an, Xu Qing, and Guozi in the general star system. As for Chen Mingben, he was patrolling the periphery, and he was not here at the moment.

After the three of them had to leave, his eyes fell back to the map.

Squatting down, Chen Ze placed two pebbles at different positions on the supply line to represent the two Xichuan troops that should have met but missed.

These two troops were one in front and one behind. The one closest to him should be the third wave of supply troops that came out of Bo'an City not long ago. After halfway through, the one that was biased toward Xichuan City was the second wave.

Glancing at each of these two stones, he picked up two more stones, one was placed at his current position, and the other, representing Meng Yang's cavalry unit, was placed at a later position .

With this swing, the brow sank.

Chen Ze saw that the stone belonging to Meng Yang was very close to the third wave of supplies in Xichuan City, almost overlapping.

So the hallucination just now...

He closed his eyes, and the image of the entire supply unit appeared in his mind.

"Once you fight, there will be many traces..."

In an instant, the scene in my mind turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, like the scene of Shura's purgatory.

"People are dead... bodies are everywhere."

"The horses were also frightened...they even bumped into the carriages, and the food and supplies were scattered all over the ground."

"There won't be many ambush soldiers, and we won't be able to finish the food in a while, so we can only... burn it?"

A raging fire ignited in my mind, accompanied by horse neighing and people howling, the scene was chaotic.

"But if..."

The picture is like a replay, the fire disappeared, the soldiers who fell in the pool of blood stood up again, everything became orderly again, and a supply force of more than 5,000 people was marching along the established route.

However, this marching army turned 180 degrees, the front formation changed to the back formation, and everyone's direction of travel changed from Bo'an City to Xichuan City.

"What if there is no carriage?"

The thousands of carriages in the picture suddenly disappeared, and only the troops of more than 5,000 people continued to march.

"What if there aren't so many soldiers?"

So Chen Ze saw that on the screen he had simulated, nearly 3,000 people had changed from soldiers holding shields and guns to unarmed ordinary people.

"Yes! That's how they should be!"

Chen Ze nodded slightly. His own troops were all soldiers, but 3,000 of them were disguised as civilians to confuse Zhu Yan into ambush.

But the other troops did not have disguises. Their team composition was originally composed of two to three thousand soldiers plus two to three thousand civilians temporarily recruited.

Xichuan City had only 10,000 guards used to escort the luggage, and they were divided into three waves. The real strength of each army was only more than 3,000.

As for those people.

To put it bluntly, except for a few brave men, it is not a problem for a well-trained soldier to single out two or three strong civilians.

The force value of ordinary people given by the general star system is 5, while a qualified soldier has at least 10 points, and an elite soldier is between 15 and 20. First of all, there is a huge difference in force, let alone soldiers who have been trained for a long time. The mutual cooperation is unmatched by the civilians.

Even if the number of civilians was doubled, it would be the civilians who were massacred on one side.

And the elite ambush soldiers sent by the Zhu Yan Empire?

The answer is yes.

To carry out such a difficult task, how could it be possible to send only ordinary soldiers?

It must be the elite soldiers in Zhu Yan's country. Even if they are not as good as Chen Ze's Xuanjia elite soldiers, they are not much different. On the contrary, they have an advantage in numbers.

"So, civilians who have no combat effectiveness can be removed."

As soon as the thought came together, almost half of the hands disappeared out of thin air in the picture in my mind, leaving only the other half of the real soldiers.

From a large-scale supply unit to a streamlined army with less than 3,000 soldiers left, the picture in Chen Ze's mind suddenly became quite empty.

"And these soldiers are not considered elite, at most they are of average level, or even below."

With another thought, numbers popped up above each soldier's head in the picture, most of them were between 9-12.

This speculation is not unreasonable. After all, when Bo’an is fighting together, each city will of course send its own elite support. The soldiers left behind are already inferior in quality, and they are only responsible for the supply of the rear. Where can they be elite?

"The combat power is not high!"

Chen Ze looked at the dense numbers in his mind and shook his head slightly.

"Assume that Zhuyan Empire's ambushes number 20,000!"

Then I set it again in my heart.

Twenty thousand, this is a number that he, Zheng Yang, and Mr. Jing agreed with when he was in Xiyun City.

Even if Zhu Yan's ambushes sneaked in at all the suspected breakthroughs in the east, the total number would not be too many, and 20,000 was the limit.

The picture in my mind suddenly became overcrowded, and a large number of Zhu Yan's ambush soldiers appeared in unison, and suddenly surrounded Xichuan soldiers.

"20,000 vs. 3,000... elite vs. ordinary..."

"Even if there are 3,000 civilians to help... No, if there are civilians, the morale will be even lower, and there is no need to fight."

"So... you won't fight at all!"

Chen Ze suddenly opened his eyes, the eyes flickering.

"Even if it's a fight, it's just a slight friction. Then, these soldiers, including the generals leading the team, will make a choice..."

"surrender!"