The red phalanx that Cordo mentioned is actually the same as the earliest ancient Greek phalanx on earth, and it is also the most primitive kind.

This type of warfare, which originated in the eighth century BC, was also used during the Western Zhou Dynasty in China, but it was quickly eliminated or upgraded.

That's why Chu Ci had some understanding of how primitive this battle formation was and how many loopholes it had.

Cordo didn't dare to show off anymore, feeling that Chu Ci was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.

Ordinary people who have nothing to do to study war, like Chu Ci, who can see the essential flaws of the battle formation at a glance, must have received a serious military education.

In fact, Chu Ci can be regarded as standing on the shoulders of giants. Everyone on earth who knows a little bit about history and military knows this.

Chu Ci did not pretend to be B right away today, but took a detailed look at the terrain of the Celtic border.

After understanding it, Chu Ci felt that the barbarians and orcs were all Shabi, the kind of people who slapped the left cheek with a stick and then moved the right cheek towards it.

Because there are not many loopholes in this so-called red-armored battle formation, and the biggest loophole is the terrain.

This kind of phalanx pays too much attention to the terrain. If a dense phalanx composed of heavy infantry moves on rugged ground, it will easily cause the phalanx to become disjointed and broken.

Not to mention a group of barbarian warriors running to the rear to attack, even the heavy infantry bypassing the front of the battle formation can defeat this kind of war.

The heavy infantry can defeat the barbarian warriors, not because the warriors are more powerful, nor because the humans are stronger, but because this kind of heavy armor has been specially designed and cannot retreat quickly, just like an iron wall.

Only by holding back can the people behind block the enemy's impact.

So whether it's barbarians or orcs, as long as they don't fight with the Celtic border army in the plains, it's over. Guerrilla is a very good choice.

Following the topic of the phalanx, Chu Ci talked about the Macedonian phalanx again.

Chu Ci believes that the phalanx of the Principality of Celtic can evolve into this famous phalanx on earth.

This kind of phalanx is composed of basic small phalanxes. The attacking side can be changed in many ways. The attack direction of each small phalanx can be changed in the front, rear, left, and right directions. All you need to do is to put the spears up, and then everyone faces the direction that needs to be turned.

That's fine, and it's most suitable for plain combat. If the opponent is a barbarian, it can strangle the enemy's strength as quickly as possible.

The two of them were getting further and further apart, with Chu Ci talking and Cordo listening.

Chu Ci went through all the ancient and medieval formations that he knew about the earth. After explaining each one, he commented on the advantages and disadvantages, and then talked about which formations could be restrained.

Cordo was fascinated by what he heard.

Experts will know if it is there as soon as they make a move. Although the barbarian warriors cannot understand it, they know that Kordo can understand it.

Cordo, who could understand, was already fascinated, like a quiet primary school student, with admiration on his face.

Chu Ci just followed the script and only knew a superficial knowledge, but this superficial knowledge was enough to shock Kordo.

Chu Ci, who was thirsty after speaking, drank some water, laughed, and said to Kordo: "Now you know why I said that the Red War in the Principality of Celtic is rubbish."

"It's rubbish, it's rubbish." Cordo nodded quickly and said with an incomprehensible expression: "It's hard to imagine that I have never heard of so much military knowledge based on practice."

Cordo is now certain that Chu Ci is definitely a human noble, and he is 100% the top noble in that kind of military power.

Only the descendants of such nobles will be cultivated with advanced military knowledge from an early age.

The more he thought about it, the more Kordo felt that Chu Ci was sick.

You, a good human aristocrat, don’t act like you, go to the barbarian territory and trick the barbarians into beating up the human hair?

Chu Ci smiled proudly.

I finally understood where the premonition of Yan Entropy on Earth came from.

There is no way, the cultural gap is too big.

Standing up, Chu Ci patted Kordo on the shoulder: "From today on, you will start training the soldiers in guerrilla tactics."

Cole faceted

Hong Erchi: "I'm just an ordinary swordsman with fighting spirit."

An hour ago, Cordo definitely had the ability to be arrogant.

But after Chu Ci showed off his "skills", Kordo felt that he was just playing a big knife in front of Gong Guan's gate, and was embarrassing himself.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you still want the magic core?"

Kordo suddenly stood up and shouted at the soldiers: "From today on, the Celtic Red Border Army is your imaginary enemy!"

Cordo didn't even bother to ask Chu Ci what he was planning to do. He just knew that it would be a disaster if the Celtic border came true.

I don’t know if the Celtic Border Army will be in bad luck, but the barbarian warriors will be in bad luck.

Because the core of guerrilla warfare is speed. The barbarians are too heavy and there are no suitable mounts at all. Even multi-legged war horses cannot be ridden for a long time. Therefore, if soldiers want to fight guerrillas, they can only rely on two legs.

Chu Ci formulated another inhumane physical training plan, which even warriors with excellent physiques like the barbarians were a little unable to bear.

Cordo was suspicious. Genet's physical training plan might also be a method of cultivating fighting spirit. It was unheard of. The main reason was that this training method was simply used to torture people, but the effect must be surprisingly good.

In addition to these poor tribal warriors, the chief's son, Little George, also couldn't bear it.

At this time, he was sitting on the open ground, with sweat on his forehead and his big eyes looking left and right.

"Pah." The wooden stick hit him hard on his big, naked head.

Douglas angrily cursed: "You're so stupid. I asked you to meditate. Do you understand meditation? Just calm down and feel the rhythm of the elements around you. Idiot, idiot!"

"But, Uncle Douglas, I can't feel it."

Little George touched his forehead innocently. He couldn't count how many sticks he got hit with in a day.

"Nonsense, you only doze off and sleep with your eyes open, how can you feel the rhythm of the elements?"

Douglas, who had no patience to begin with, regretted it more and more.

How could he be fooled by lard in the first place? After receiving two elemental beast crystal nuclei, he actually taught a barbarian to learn elemental secrets and meditation.

If he hadn't seen with his own eyes that Bell of the National People's Congress had developed a fighting spirit, he wouldn't have agreed to Professor Chu Ci's little George.

Douglass, who originally had a sense of luck, optimistically thought that maybe the barbarians were really geniuses, but little George soon shattered his illusions.

Barbarians... even stupid ones can make Pygmon feel superior in his heart.

"Continue to meditate, and when you feel the power of the elements in the space, you will be ready to eat."

After Douglas said something angrily, he was ready to go to Chu Ci to complain.

This old guy is so smart. He has to do his work in the open. If he doesn't complain to Chu Ci, how will others know that he has done his best?

At this time, Chu Ci was not dozing in the tent, but in front of a broken statue, with a strange expression on his face.

This idol was just brought back from the wilderness by tribal warriors. It was brought back a lot, mainly to allow the warriors to do weight-bearing training.

When the statue was pulled back, Chu Ci suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. Then the blind spot mark on the back of his left hand changed, and the pupils on the pattern began to shrink.

When this happens, there are generally only two reasons.

One, the earth's blind spot has been weakened, and two, there are aggregates, or powerful spiritual energy, around it.

Chu Ci, who hurriedly ran out of the tent, was inexplicably attracted to this statue for some reason and stopped for a long time.

Chu Ci was now able to determine that the reaction of the blind spot mark should be related to the statue in front of him.

This is a relatively well-preserved statue. It is more than 150 meters tall. It is not made of wood or stone, but some unknown metal. The overall shape is that of a woman. The workmanship is very rough, and it only has general female features and detailed appearance.

Nothing is very clear.

Old George came over and said with a smile

Said: "This is the oldest statue of the wasteland god."

"ancient?"

"Yes, the God of the Wasteland, one of the many gods who protect our barbarians."

Following Old George's explanation, Chu Ci finally understood what was going on with this statue.

The image of the God of the Wasteland is not fixed. It appears in different appearances at different stages. The general meaning is that one god has thousands of appearances. The statues we use to carry out religious activities must keep pace with the times. If the image changes, we cannot use it.

Now, we need to update the latest appearance of the statue.

Of course, this is what the legend says. As for whether it is true or not, Chu Ci, who has a general understanding of the universe, can only respond with two words: "Hehe".

If there really is a god, it must be an advanced civilization.

In any case, humans have the Father and the Virgin, dwarves have the God of Thunder, elves have the Goddess of the Moon, and barbarians also have the God of the Wasteland.

In recent years, the God of the Wasteland has taken a more powerful route. The statues of the gods all have six heads and twelve arms and are particularly capable of fighting. However, such statues with female characteristics have long been worshiped by barbarian warriors.

Old George said in an incomprehensible tone: "I can see that you have been missing your friend recently. Perhaps you can pray to this ancient statue to keep your friend safe and sound."

Old George was referring to entropy.

It has been four days since Yan Entropy left, and it seems that winter has almost passed. Chu Ci has been waiting at the gate of the camp recently when he has nothing to do. Like Wangfu Shi, he is deeply afraid that Yan Entropy will have an accident.

Chu Ci nodded, walked to the statue of God by accident, closed his eyes slightly, and saw faces flashing in his mind.

Yan Yu, Qin Lele, San Cun Ding, Dudu Nu, Si Teng, Wu Changfeng, Liu Ranhui...

Familiar faces flashed through his mind, and Chu Ci prayed devoutly, hoping that his friends would be safe.

After praying for these friends and elders, some new faces appeared in Chu Ci's mind.

Little George, Old George, Big Bell, and all the faces of barbarian warriors whose names he could not name, including those old barbarian women who were tall and rough but took good care of him.
To be continued...