Qin Yuan was no general, but from an observer's perspective, he spoke with easy confidence.
He focused on the essence of guerrilla warfare—striking deep behind enemy lines—and on coordinating infantry with armored units in large-scale battles.
Lei Zhen did not dare interrupt. He listened, utterly absorbed.
When Qin Yuan finished and fell silent, Lei Zhen pondered for a moment, then put an arm around his shoulders. "Teacher Qin's wisdom truly shakes the ancients and dazzles the present. If the empire can build those small assault fortresses you described, your infantry-and-armor coordination might truly rewrite the battlefield."
"Cavalry charges depend on ending a fight quickly. Infantry are lightly equipped and usually rely on numbers to win; they're no match for cavalry. A small fortress built for maximum defense would be slow, but it could work wonders in a decisive battle on an open plain. Cavalry would be helpless against it."
"What a novel approach. I must study it carefully."
Qin Yuan added one last point. "If Lei Meng wants to earn military merit, striking behind enemy lines is his best choice, but the risk is extremely high. He should command a small squad. Not everyone in it needs to be a One-Man Pass Warrior; they just need to think on their feet..."
Lei Meng had helped him complete his Commissioned Tasks with ease. Naturally, Qin Yuan would give his student some ideas for making a name for himself.
How to put them into practice was up to Lei Zhen, but Qin Yuan had said all he could.
The banquet lasted until late into the night.
After settling the thoroughly drunk members of the Imperial Fighting Team, Qin Yuan returned to his room.
As soon as he pushed open the door, he noticed that someone had disturbed the mark he had