Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

"The current time is just before the start of the Founding War and the Battle of the Plains. You still have time to inspect the troops, check the logistics and supplies, etc. Basically, you can do whatever you want and get reasonable feedback."

"Let me try."

"I'll just follow behind you. If you don't understand anything, just ask me. But I won't give you any advice. It's better to figure this out yourself."

"Okay, senior."

After saying that, Domi lifted the tent flap and went outside. As the light from outside reflected into his pupils, the densely packed tents came into Domi's view.

The tents stretched all the way to the horizon, with a huge herd of warhorses kept behind them. It was impossible to imagine how many knights were stationed here.

The Battle of the Plains was one of the decisive battles between the new and old empires. In this battle, the new empire defeated the old empire's knightly legions, enabling these millions of iron cavalry to cross the vast plains and head straight for the capital!

It made an indelible contribution to the subsequent overthrow of the old empire's rule.

As a campaign designed for beginners, this battle can be considered a textbook classic. As long as you don't do anything reckless, you can definitely win the battle. Caroline and Charles also started their training here.

At this moment, the sound of hooves rang out from all directions. The four adjutants of the commander-in-chief dismounted and handed over the data they had just compiled to Domi for review.

Caroline quickly explained, "Having the adjutant go and collect the data again is an essential step upon arrival, so we've skipped that part."

"I see. No wonder they're so intelligent."

As he spoke, Domi looked at the fresh intelligence in his hand.

With ample provisions, stable logistical support, and stable soldier morale, the entire legion was fully prepared and ready to charge at his command.

At the same time, an adjutant delivered a strategic map:

"Commander, how should we launch the attack?"

The enemy's numbers are equal to ours, but according to intelligence from our scouts, the enemy's morale is low.

According to historical accounts, the old empire was already on the verge of collapse at this time, and the people and soldiers probably felt it too. It was normal for morale to be low when the empire was about to crumble.

"While keeping the main army's formation unchanged, send out two cavalry units on each of the left and right flanks to flank the enemy and take turns charging into their formation to harass them."

In the illusion, all NPCs obey the commander unconditionally. Upon receiving the order, the adjutant immediately began preparations.

Caroline gave Domi a deep look, then said:

"You can fast forward during the tedious waiting time."

Under her senior's guidance, Domi skipped the preparation time and fast-forwarded to the moment before the battle began.

The camps that covered the mountains and plains had all been put away, and on the green grassland stood rows of square-shaped armies, holding swords and spears, ready to go.

As Domi had instructed, the four detachments responsible for harassment were ready on the flanks.

Meanwhile, the old empire's army was already waiting on the other side of the plain.

Standing on the high stands at the back, visibility was still limited, and binoculars were the only way to get a better view.

"let's start."

"Sound the drums, advance!"

At Domi's command, the adjutant shot a burning arrow into the sky, sending the message to each unit like beacon fires.

Boom! Boom! !

"Woo——————"

"Rush!!"

Soon, the sounds of war drums, gongs, and warriors' shouts echoed across the plains, warhorses neighed, and the hooves of these civilized horses seemed poised to crush the earth!

Knights clad in heavy armor, wielding long spears, charged toward the enemy ranks alongside countless comrades!

The mage formation at the rear began chanting defensive spells, constantly stacking buffs on the charging knights, while more mages chanted large-scale offensive spells, throwing them at the most crowded areas as if they were free.

Countless fireballs, thunderbolts, hurricanes, and hailstones flew across the empty space in the middle and crashed into the rear of each other's troops. The once clear sky turned into a hellish scene under such a barrage of attacks!

Flames erupted, a deafening roar filled the air, and the sounds of severed limbs, screams, and splattered blood filled the air.

"So this is what war is..." Domi exclaimed sincerely.

"Yes, it's amazing, isn't it?"

When the fighting became close, the four harassment units, which served as surprise attacks, began to play their role.

In fact, this is exactly what the commander who led this battle in history did; he was simply repeating it.

Repeating history is the most intuitive and effective way of experiencing things that Domi has chosen.

Watching the four harassing units move in and out of the enemy's flank seven times, directly accelerating the collapse of the enemy's morale, and then they crumble like dominoes, a sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously.

Domi's emotions seemed to be infected by the battlefield, and they also became somewhat excited.

"Senior, don't come here! I want to join the club!"

176. Chapter 173, Page 172: Shining in the Sweat

After the simulation ended, the two sat up from the simulator. Senior Caroline then led Domi to a slightly brighter room, which contained various tea-making tools and snacks; it was probably a tea room.

"The club's funds are all used for simulator maintenance; we try to save money wherever possible."

“I understand, I understand…”

After a brief preparation, Caroline brought over a membership application form. Domi quickly filled it out with a pen and then handed it back to Caroline.

"So, senior, when should I come here?"

"Anytime is fine, it's up to you."

"So much freedom?"

She nodded, checking Domi's application form as she spoke:

"However, there's something you need to know: the club president comes back once a year at the end of the academic year. After he comes back, he will test the command level of each member. If they meet the standard, they can go directly to the Imperial General Staff."

"If you, junior, have any thoughts on this... wait, Bloomfield?"

“A nobleman like you can’t join the General Staff. I’m telling you this in advance. You can still leave now if you want.”

Caroline's expression turned strange. She had finally found a fresh junior, but it turned out he was destined to be disconnected from this club.

But Domi's attitude was firm:

"I still insist on joining the society, even though entering the staff department was never my goal."

"So what is your purpose?"

"Don't you think that using simulations to simply cultivate an individual's command skills is also a good option?"

Caroline understood the implication in his words and couldn't help but laugh, "I didn't expect you to have such ambitions at such a young age."

"Just in case."

"Oh no... It's already this late, I have to go now, class is about to start!"

Time flies by in the simulation, and before you know it, the entire lunch break is over, and the afternoon's professional classes are about to begin.

No sooner had Domi left than Charles followed him in.

"Hey? Wasn't that a freshman who was supposed to join the club? Why was he in such a hurry? Did you scare him away?"

"Stop spouting nonsense. He's already joined the club and is just going back to class now." Caroline rolled her eyes.

"Oh! I see. So, how about the new students I recruited?"

Caroline looked in the direction Domi had left: "He's no ordinary person. I can foresee that he might achieve something no one could have imagined in the future."

“Tch, you were so sure you’d attract a bunch of freshmen last time, but you didn’t even get a single one,” Charles scoffed.

"If you can't speak, then don't speak at all. Nobody will think you're mute."

The afternoon classes were held on the playground.

All the 'knight' candidates from all the first-grade classes were present, and then they lined up in square formations under the guidance of their teachers.

Domi arrived at just the right time, fitting perfectly into the formation and standing on the far right, in the very back corner where the tallest students in the class were gathered.

Not many people pass the Knights' Exam and get into Class A, so their formation only has ten people, which is one-third of the entire class.

After all, it's a magical world, and there are more people with better magical talent.

Their teacher, Atwood, was a stern-faced veteran with an impressive physique—his muscles were practically bursting out of his t-shirt. He had a buzz cut that matched his expression perfectly, making him look just like a drill instructor during military training.

He took a deep breath, his Adam's apple bobbing, and then spoke in a moderate voice:

"Now you are all my students, and your grades are related to my grades. So I will spare no effort to push you and train you to become qualified soldiers!"

"And what you need to do is absolute obedience! Understand?"

The ten men below immediately shouted, "Understood!"

"Very good. Next, let me introduce our major courses this semester. It is divided into two parts: one, a lot of physical training, and two, mastery of close combat. We'll talk about that later. Let's start today's schedule."

"Keep in formation and run ten laps around the track. No shortcuts, no breaking formation, no falling behind. Anyone who falls behind will get an extra lap for everyone. Let's begin!"

"what?"

"Ah??"

Everyone was stunned.

Keep in mind, a lap around this track is two kilometers. Are we really going to start with this much intensity? Running twenty kilometers right off the bat??

"Eleven laps."

Well, that's twenty-two kilometers.

Now no one dared to stay in one place any longer, and they all started moving.

Thirty kilometers is not much for Domi. Back then, he ran day and night in the desert, which must have been more than thirty kilometers.

As for why it became 30 kilometers, it's mainly because everyone wasn't coordinating well, and the formation got messed up as they ran, so it was added in at the last minute.

Round and round it goes, and round and round it goes again. This direct and brutal physical training must have really scared the students in the next class.

Their teacher scoffed, "Don't even think about it. They're from Class A, so it's normal for them to have intense training. You Class E students aren't even in the running yet. Go run a lap around the field to warm up and then come back..."

Even though I only had to run one lap, I still felt humiliated.