"This, this..."
Ma Xiaotao was suddenly at a loss for words.
Did the issues Chen Ping raised make sense? They made far too much sense.
That was precisely why Ma Xiaotao felt so awful.
Why had no one thought of all these excellent tactical plans before and let them use them?
If everything went as Chen Ping said, could the mortality rate among their Inner Court students drop significantly?
Even if they adhered to the principle of combining inspection with training and did not use Chen Ping's heaven-offending Asymmetric, Non-Contact Warfare Doctrine of poisoning, setting fire to the mountains, and artillery bombardment, surely some of his other ideas had merit?
The seven Inner Court students, Ma Xiaotao included, exchanged glances, each seeing the faint horror in the others' eyes.
Chen Ping's Asymmetric, Non-Contact Warfare Doctrine was a little too fucking terrifying. After that smooth little combo, could this Death's Hand Bandit Group possibly have any survivors?
Wouldn't they die without even knowing what had happened, before they ever saw the enemy's faces?
It simply offended the harmony of heaven.
At this, Chen Ping heaved a sigh and scratched his head.
No wonder the Three Great Empires' combat forces had been strung up and battered by the Sun Moon Empire in the later parts of the original story.
If even Shrek Inspection Corps squads fought like reckless brutes, relying solely on thick health bars and high attack power, just how fucking pathetic must the other Three Great Empires' troops have been?
These people did not fucking deserve to win at all!
Soon, as though something had occurred to him, Chen Ping immediately let it go.
He was actually pursuing safe, efficient, stable combat doctrines in a world where intercepting supplies counted as an ingenious stratagem for the ages. He really was