Hyuga Hitoshi had never considered himself a military genius.
He knew his own limits in that regard. After all, every time he had an epiphany, the direction of his learning and research had nothing to do with military command.
Besides, this world had never been one where superior command ability alone could win a war.
Battles between ninja could end in an instant.
In a world of high offense and low defense, drawing blood with a single strike was the only way to maximize gains.
Sneak attacks, tools, poison.
Whatever worked, whatever method could kill the enemy with the least expenditure—that was what ninja used. That was ninja combat.
And as the Clan Head of the Hyuga Clan, Hyuga Hitoshi knew very well what the Hyuga Clan's strengths were.
Long-range reconnaissance, the Byakugan that made ambushes impossible, and taijutsu in close-quarters combat.
Every clansman was a precious resource.
Even though Hyuga Hitoshi had previously trained the clansmen's combat power, he did not want their losses to become too severe.
So, the tactics he devised for his subordinates were simple.
"Form teams of five and maintain mutual contact. Spread out for long-range reconnaissance. If you spot someone alone, send the entire team over and engage them in close combat, five against one."
"If the enemy numbers more than two but fewer than five, immediately send three teams to eliminate them. Make sure not a single enemy escapes."
After looking over the map, Hyuga Hitoshi directly assigned tactics to the workhorse guard and had him relay them to the clansmen.
"You mean there must be at least three of us for every one enemy?"
The workhorse guard looked at his cautious Clan Head with admiration. It might have been somewhat dishonorable, but war itself had no such thing as honor.
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