As the only person in the Northeast Army who knew Zhou Ye's identity, Li Ce could not help sighing. Their Majesty really had given birth to a clever son.
After following him and studying for some time, Zhou Ye had basically mastered several tactical concepts.
In Li Ce's eyes, Zhou Ye's learning ability was second only to that of his other disciple, Wei Qing. Overall, Wei Qing was more intelligent.
But setting that aside, Li Ce felt that Zhou Ye and Wei Qing each had their own strengths.
Wei Qing's strength lay in his extraordinary decisiveness.
That ability might not stand out in ordinary times, but at critical moments, it could often prove immensely useful.
Zhou Ye's strength, on the other hand, was his outstanding understanding of troop command and tactics.
Teach him a tactic or a command trick, and he would immediately grasp it, then draw further inferences from it.
He also possessed an exceptionally strong charisma. Even without his identity being exposed in the slightest, he would naturally become the center of a group during the army's daily life.
It was as though he possessed some inexplicable power of persuasion. Many people simply wanted to listen to him.
This made Li Ce sigh inwardly, As expected of His Majesty's son.
Of course, at present, Zhou Ye's tactics and command still remained mere armchair strategy. Although he had performed excellently during ordinary training exercises, he ultimately still lacked the test of actual combat.
What he needed now was to slowly accumulate practical experience.
That was why Li Ce gave him opportunities, allowing him to gradually participate in actual combat deployments and decisions.
"Then how do you think the plains below should be defended?"
Faced with Li Ce's question once again, Zhou Ye had clearly been prepared. Pointing at the