Chapter 90： How science fights war 07 ┃ Zhuang Li: This is the secret of winning more with less.

The huge tent was crowded with dozens of generals. On the other hand, Zhuang Li was surrounded by this group of big bosses and received all kinds of inquiries.

"Be quiet and listen to what the military advisor has to say." Le Zhengming slapped the table hard.

The inside of the tent was so quiet that you could hear needles falling.

Only the black-faced deputy would exhale heavily from his nose, and his eyes the size of a copper bell stared at the thin young man, as if waiting for the other party to reveal his true form.

Zhuang Li waved his hand slightly and instructed, "Bring a can of red beans and a can of mung beans over here."

Le Zhengming was reluctant to leave the little curly hair, so he glanced at the black-faced deputy general.

The black-faced lieutenant gritted his teeth, but still went straight.

After a while, two cans of beans were placed on the table.

Zhuang Li stretched out his hand, fished out two handfuls of red beans, and finally fished out a handful of mung beans, placed them on both sides, and drew a circle around the two piles of beans with his slender fingertips, and said slowly, "In a sense, War is actually a mathematical game. It is no exaggeration to say that all wars in the world can be described by precise mathematical models. As long as the relevant variables are controlled within the scope of inevitable victory, there is no war that cannot be won. ."

"In other words," he looked left and right, and smiled quietly: "Victory in a hundred battles is by no means a myth."

There is no general who does not aspire to be victorious in every battle. However, throughout history, there has never been a general who has never been defeated in his life.

History has already clarified a truth to the world - the so-called victory in a hundred battles is a complete lie.

Just as Zhuang Li raised his head, the surrounding generals all cried out in surprise, and then showed deep suspicion. Especially the black-faced lieutenant snorted and sneered.

Le Zhengming raised his hand and said in a cold tone, "What's the noise? Anyone who doesn't want to listen, let me go out!"

No one goes out. Although the young military division's words were absurd, they aroused everyone's curiosity even more.

Zhuang Li moved the red beans slowly, arranged them into a square array, and pushed the mung beans into a crescent moon, with a lazy tone: "Do you know what a war dimension is?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads. War dimension? Never heard of this word!

Zhuang Li continued to explain: "War dimension is the space and time range determined by the effective destruction distance and maneuverability of both sides of the battle."

Everyone obviously has ears, but they can't understand this seemingly simple sentence, so the doubts on their faces are even stronger.

Zhuang Li drew a circle around the red beans with his finger and explained further: "If this pile of red beans is from the Jie tribe and this pile of mung beans is from the Wei country, then the range that the bows and arrows fired by these two armies can cover is their war dimension. In this dimension, they can effectively kill the enemy."

"Jie people use bows and arrows, and Wei people also use bows and arrows, and the average range is within 36 feet, so the war between the two sides should be about the same."

"But look, red beans are twice as large as mung beans. They occupy a wide range and have a long diameter, so the war dimension is naturally large. The Wei state has a small number of people and occupies a narrow range. Within the same range, the war dimension is also large. Naturally much smaller than the Jie tribe.

"Two war dimensions of different sizes collide, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the larger one will inevitably swallow the smaller one.

"That said, a larger army tends to have a larger advantage."

Hearing this, the generals finally understood and could not help but nod their heads.

The black-faced lieutenant said angrily, "Even an idiot understands this principle, so there's nothing to discuss. Instead, tell me, how did we defeat the Jie clan just now, we are so few in number!"

Zhuang Li pushed the meniscus-shaped mung beans, slowly surrounded the red beans that had doubled in size, and moved the red beans gently, changing their square array to a circular array, overlapping with the outer mung beans.

"To put it more bluntly, when there is no huge difference in weapons and equipment, the most effective way to win is actually to divide the war dimension." He tapped the surrounded red beans with his fingertips, and said: "Look, today's red beans, how wide is the war dimension?"

"Everywhere the arrows can reach are their war dimensional, that must be from here to here." The black-faced strong man pointed to the center of the red bean, and then pointed to the outer periphery of about ten inches wide. This distance completely covers the thin layer of mung beans.

However, Zhuang Li shook his head and said, "Wrong, their war dimension is only here." He stretched out his fingertips and tapped the narrow area where red beans and mung beans meet.

"What? Didn't you just say how far the arrow can shoot, how wide is the war dimension?" The black-faced lieutenant felt that he had been fooled.

"Can these red beans squeezed in the middle really be able to shoot arrows?" Zhuang Li inserted his fingertips into the center of the red beans, and smiled softly: "If they shoot arrows from here, you can guess that the arrows will not only land on mung beans. Where else will it fall on it?"

A lieutenant looked carefully at the piles of red beans and a thin layer of mung beans, and said in horror: "I understand! If the red beans trapped in the inner circle shoot arrows into the sky, the falling arrows will hit the outer circle first. These red beans. There are so many red beans, so thick, mung beans only have a thin line, and the chance of being shot in red beans is much higher than that of mung beans!”

As soon as the man's voice fell, all the generals clapped their hands in agreement.

Yes, if the red beans squeezed into the inner circle shoot arrows to the sky, they will also cause indiscriminate attacks on their own troops! So they don't do that!

"It's no wonder that in Guandu before, the Jie people didn't let go after only two waves of arrows. I thought it was strange at the time!" A lieutenant suddenly realized.

They fought and fought **** the battlefield, and they could only see a few feet around them, and they couldn't see the battlefield farther away. The narrow vision of the players limits their ability to sense, so they have no way of knowing exactly what is happening on the battlefield.

In fact, in an army, there are very few people who really know how to win, and even many commanders only have a vague concept of the art of war.

This is how the profession of military officer came into being. They are the brains of the army, responsible for thinking, and the rest just need to move forward step by step according to the plan they made.

If an army's brains are smart enough, they can win; if an army's brains are not good enough, sooner or later they will face defeat.

Killing the enemy and arranging troops are completely different things, just as military division and general are two completely different professions.

Hearing this, the generals truly realized that this seemingly weak young man is indeed a bit extraordinary.

Zhuang Li picked up a small bowl and said slowly: "If this is an army, then not only the archers but also the cavalry and the infantry are trapped in the inner circle. The archers' bows and arrows are now useless, and the cavalry and the infantry are trapped inside. What will happen?"

Le Zhengming said solemnly: "The cavalry will try to rush out and trample the surrounding infantry to death, and the infantry will also trample on each other, causing even greater casualties."

The generals couldn't help but let out a gasp of air.

Zhuang Li smiled lightly, "The general is right, the cavalry will trample the infantry to death. If the panicked infantry raises the knife and stabs the horse, they will overturn the cavalry to the ground. So you can imagine what kind of panic these soldiers who were trapped in the inner circle would be in. They lost their combat effectiveness before they fought with our army.

"And, don't forget, when the enemy's archers can't use it, our archers can shoot arrows as much as they want, because the crowded Jie clan army is all within our range."

Having said that, Zhuang Li picked up a small bowl and covered all the red beans in the inner layer.

They are obsolete.

Now, the red beans that can be seen by everyone are only a thin layer around the edge of the bowl.

Zhuang Li tapped the bottom of the bowl with his fingertips and asked with a smile, "Now let's see, how many Jie people are really able to join this battle?"

Everyone stared at it and couldn't help being stunned!

Such a large pile of red beans was covered by the bowl, and there was only a thin circle left, but it was much less than mung beans! The situation has changed dramatically!

The black-faced burly man was dazed by this magic trick, and began to count the number of red beans with his thick fingers.

Le Zhengming glanced at him with disgust, he smirked and cupped his hands, and the eyes of the young man who frequently stole glances became both awe and regret.

Zhuang Li looked around the crowd and said slowly, "Let me do the math for you. If the Jie tribe's war dimension has a radius of 300 zhang, then the edge war dimension that still retains its combat effectiveness has a width of only 6 zhang. Use the formula to convert it. , the total area of ​​the effective war dimensions of the Jie people actually only accounts for 3% of their total war dimensions.

"Three percent of the 80,000 were 2,400. That is to say, in the battle at Guandu, the armies of both sides were not 40,000 against 80,000, but 40,000 against 2,400. With such a disparity in strength, we were invincible. , who wins?"

Zhuang Li tapped the table with his fingertips and glanced proudly at everyone's faces.

All the soldiers took a breath, but they were all stunned by his powerful aura, and then lowered their heads one by one, hiding the awe that suddenly rose in their hearts.

Only then did Zhuang Li push the mung bean, smashing the red beans around the edge of the bowl into scattered pieces, and smiled casually: "Even if the Jie tribe sent an army of 180,000 people, after being divided by our new moon battle formation, only The remaining 6,000 people can launch an effective counterattack. They are 6,000 and we are 40,000, what is there to be afraid of?"

The soldiers stretched out their fingers and counted, and then looked at the huge difference in the number of red beans and mung beans on the table, and their eyes were bigger than copper bells.

In reality, the situation is really like what the young man said!

The Jie people seemed to be all dead after killing, not giving the Wei soldiers time to react. At that time, everyone only felt that they were brave in battle, and that only one enemy could win a hundred. Looking at it now, it turns out that most of the Jie people died at their own hands.

They were squeezed into the inner circle and could not break through. They could only shoot people, people stepped on people, horses stepped on people, and they died in a flash. Only 2,000 people of the Jie clan on the periphery were left to move freely, and they were easily cut down by tens of thousands of Wei soldiers!

God, this battle is really God! It is so simple to explain, but how dangerous is it when it is actually implemented? Without absolute certainty, which military division would dare to do this?

Thinking of this, the generals who had bowed their heads looked up at the young man one by one, with complete reverence and complete conviction in their eyes.

Zhuang Li's eyelids drooped slightly, and he sighed, "The more than 10,000 soldiers who were killed and wounded were actually shot and killed by the Jie tribe before the encirclement was formed. It was their sacrifice that brought the final victory."

There was a sudden silence in the tent.

Immediately afterwards, another general snapped his fingers and said, "In this case, after the encirclement was formed, none of our soldiers suffered casualties. In the second half of the war, we were almost invincible."

After hearing this, everyone gasped.

To be able to lead a small army to victory with almost zero casualties in such a desperate situation, the young man is so wise! Where did General Le Zheng find this guy? Good luck too!

Le Zhengming quietly stretched out a hand and held the little curly hand under the table, with unspeakable pride surging in his heart. It was the first time he had seen such a scene, but he felt it was quite familiar, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

Zhuang Li gently shook his lover's hand, and naughty scratched his calloused palm, and then lifted the small bowl with his free hand and said lightly, "Every war is a dimension. Now you understand that as long as you find the right way to divide the enemy's war dimension, you can always be invincible. War is a mathematical game, and that's what it means."

The generals nodded as if they didn't understand, but a light called "comprehension" gradually lit up in their originally ignorant minds.

After 7480 knelt down and listened to these words, the broken hands seemed to hurt even more.