Chapter 103 Advance Tactical Formation
The next day, when the morning sun shone through the window, Wang Yao frowned and slowly regained consciousness.

The mattress was soft and there was a familiar and charming faint fragrance in his nose. Wang Yao was stunned for a moment, then he opened his eyes and saw an elegantly decorated and tidy room.

Why did you end up in Luna's room?

Wang Yao stood up slowly, stretched himself, and felt refreshed. Wine in ancient times was basically a pollution-free product. Although he drank a lot yesterday, he had basically no sequelae such as headaches and nausea.

Scratching his head in confusion, Wang Yao vaguely remembered that he had a drinking contest with Wei Yan at yesterday's banquet and got drunk to the point of passing out. In the end, it was Su An who sent him back.

Su An didn't know that Luna lived with him, so he just picked a room for him to rest.

etc.
Wang Yao rubbed his slightly sore temples, and suddenly remembered that Su An seemed to have been whispering something on the way back, and he had been talking for a long time, but now his memory was a blur.

"I guess he's reminding me to be more careful in the future." Wang Yao muttered to himself, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

After going downstairs to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth, Wang Yao made some breakfast and ate it. Then he slowly put on his equipment and soldier armor and went out.

For him now, he is not so afraid of being late. Anyway, Maomao and the others will definitely find all kinds of weird excuses to help him fool the disciplinary inspectors.

When they arrived at the camp, the soldiers of the Seventh Main Force were training. Wang Yao did not disturb them, but just stood quietly in the distance.

Some of the melee soldiers were exercising, some were competing in physical skills, some were practicing with machetes, and the magic soldiers were practicing their aiming at the rows of tree stumps in the distance.

The huge camp was bustling with soldiers, creating a lively atmosphere, but Wang Yao's attention was more on the magic soldiers.

Compared to the machetes of melee soldiers, the gorgeous fireballs of magic soldiers have better visual effects and are naturally more powerful. Once aimed at a tree stump, it can be burned to a crisp in an instant.

Wang Yao still felt a little scared when he recalled the attack method of Maomao using one fireball and one black soldier in the canyon battlefield. And it was not until this time that Wang Yao discovered that it took an average of 5 seconds for the magic soldiers to send out a fireball.

Looking at the one thousand soldiers that belonged to him, Wang Yao fell into deep thought.

In this alien world that is similar to the game Honor of Kings, although the soldiers have specific organizations, they do not have any tactical command at all. No matter whether they are fighting against enemy soldiers or enemy heroes, they basically just rush forward in a mess. This stupid way of fighting against human waves has repeatedly made Wang Yao feel incredible.

Perhaps it was because the heroes were too powerful and didn't bother to command these soldiers? Just like the war between the gods, no one would focus on the weak humans!
Wang Yao guessed so.

So, looking at these lively soldiers, Wang Yao secretly revealed a secretive smile; a large number of ants can kill an elephant. In the canyon battlefield, the soldiers are actually the most important existence that cannot be ignored!
As a centurion, his primary task is to command the soldiers so that they can unleash their huge potential and kill the enemy more efficiently.

"Ayao, you just arrived?"

Just as Wang Yao was deep in thought, Maomao came over. Maybe because he was used to it, Maomao was not surprised by Wang Yao's lateness and didn't want to say anything more.

"Well, have the disciplinary inspection soldiers been here?" Wang Yao asked.

"You came here at the hour of Mao. We said you accidentally fell into the toilet and were taking a bath." Maomao said seriously.

"Thank you so much!" Wang Yao said with a frown.

He really hated the feeling of having to thank someone after being tricked!

And what is the IQ of this discipline inspection soldier? He believes such a ridiculous statement? For some reason, Wang Yao actually looks forward to meeting this legendary discipline inspection soldier who is responsible for the internal attendance of the army!

Afterwards, the two of them came into the military tent one after the other.

Wang Yao sat in the main seat, took a pen and paper from the side and started to draw, while Maomao chatted with him intermittently.

"I heard from Shi Liang that you were drunk yesterday, and it was the captain who sent you home?"

"You slumped over the table halfway through your drink. You have no right to laugh at me, right?"

"How could that be? I just think you're being really dishonest. It was Erda who paid for the meal in the end!"

"I was drunk at the time, what else could I do? I'll just pay 2 Da back later no matter how much I spent." "It seems to be 1 gold and 5 silver."

"Fuck, I'll pay it back to 2da after I get my salary next day."

Wang Yao was so depressed. He spent nearly two gold coins on a meal, which was two months' salary for a soldier!

I must go and see if the owner of that restaurant is surnamed Zhou someday!

After muttering inwardly, Wang Yao continued to focus on the white paper in front of him.

Wang Yao designed a troop distribution map. After a while, Maomao suddenly poked his head over, looked at it for a while, and couldn't help asking, "What did you draw?"

"Advancing tactical formation." Wang Yao said.

“It’s a mess, I can’t understand it.” Maomao said.

Maomao's reaction almost made Wang Yao fall off the chair. "This is the result that took me more than half an hour to work on. Isn't your denial too direct?!"

"What's the use?" Maomao was immediately interested.

"Is the interval between your magic soldiers firing fireballs 5 seconds?"

"Yes, you observe very carefully."

Wang Yao showed a proud smile and couldn't help but explain to her: "In short, this is a tactical formation I designed to enable the troops to kill the enemy more efficiently. The front is a skirmish line composed of melee soldiers. Each soldier is roughly two steps apart. This can effectively reduce casualties when facing the attack of enemy magic soldiers, and can also disperse the enemy's firepower and harass the enemy. Behind is a five-man deep column composed of magic soldiers responsible for providing long-range support strikes."

After a pause, Wang Yao continued, "Because the interval between your magic soldiers' fireballs is 5 seconds, I deliberately arranged them into 5-man deep columns. During the battle, the first magic soldier will fire the fireball first, followed by the second magic soldier, and so on. In this way, each column can launch magic attacks almost all the time. Imagine how powerful the non-stop fireball attacks would be?"

"At the end of the formation is our artillery cart. The artillery cart's firepower coverage range is farther than your magic soldiers, so it is placed at the back to suppress the enemy's firepower. Of course, I have also arranged some melee soldiers to be distributed on the left and right of the artillery cart. When necessary, the artillery cart can lead the way and let the soldiers follow behind the artillery cart. I call it the tactical coordination of soldiers and vehicles. To a certain extent, the two complement each other. The soldiers can accurately guide the artillery cart to the target, and the artillery cart can act as a shield to open up a passage for the soldiers! In general, the composition of the advancing tactical formation is basically like this."

After Wang Yao finished his long speech, Maomao very cleverly brought over a cup of tea. Wang Yao took it, drank it in one gulp, and then looked at Maomao expectantly: "How is it?"

Seeing Wang Yao's expectant eyes, Maomao blushed, thought for a while, and then stammered: "Well, I think, I think it seems to be quite amazing!"

"Looks pretty impressive?" Wang Yao almost banged his head against the wall!
After talking for a long time, his throat became dry, but Maomao clearly didn't understand what he was saying at all! !
"It's like talking to a cow." Wang Yao couldn't help but shook his head.

"Hey! Are you saying I'm as stupid as a cow?" Maomao understood what was said.

"Hey, hey! You, don't get excited, that's not what I meant!!"

Wang Yao, who was directly grabbed by the arms from behind by Maomao and pressed on the table, began to beg for mercy desperately.

At this moment, the curtain of the military tent was lifted.

A soldier walked in.

The soldier was over eight feet tall, holding a golden spear. He had short brown hair, sharp facial features, and blue eyes like a foreigner.

But it was Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun: “.”

With eyes as sharp as an eagle, Zhao Yun looked at Wang Yao, who was being pressed on the table by his subordinates, for three seconds. Then he turned around and walked out without saying a word.

Wang Yao's face was in tears, and his heart was like a defense tower with its health bar running out and shattered to the ground.

MMP, now that’s great. I originally wanted to establish an image of a heroic and majestic captain in front of Zhao Yun, but now his character has completely collapsed!
(End of this chapter)