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The laser pointer continued to move down, pointing at several small towns on the edge of the map.

"These places are garrisoned with varying numbers of troops, ranging from several thousand. But there's a problem—they're all in border regions, close to the Song-Liao border. The Liao army is stationed there, not to defend cities, but to guard against the Song Dynasty. If we attack these places, the Liao army on the border can send troops to support us at any time; their response speed is very fast."

Professor Zhang put down the laser pointer, turned around and looked at the people present.

"Therefore, our recommended offensive route is as follows—"

He picked up a pen and drew a line on the whiteboard.

"Start by attacking from the inside."

"Within the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun, the Liao army's forces are quite scattered. The distance between cities for reinforcements is long, and the response speed is slow. If we attack a city, it will take two or three days for the surrounding cities to send troops to support us. This time difference is enough for us to finish the attack and call it a day."

He paused, then drew a few more circles on the whiteboard.

"Although there were many troops stationed in the border areas, the Song army was there to keep them occupied. The Liao state dared not easily move its troops there, fearing that the Song army would take the opportunity to attack. Therefore, the Liao army on the border was basically stuck there and could not move."

"In other words—" Professor Zhang turned around and looked at everyone, "we can attack the cities inside at will without worrying about the Liao Kingdom sending troops from the border. The Song army is there to keep an eye on things for us."

Wu Feng listened and nodded.

The meaning is clear. There are heavy troops stationed on the frontier, but those troops cannot be mobilized.

Although the Song Dynasty's army did not make any major moves on the border, the presence of hundreds of thousands of troops made the Liao Dynasty hesitant to gamble.

The situation is different in the cities inside the city. Troops are scattered, reinforcements are slow, and every enemy they take is one less enemy to defeat.

Moreover, he currently has 30,000 troops, and with the players on Li Hu's side, they can gather more than 60,000 men.

It's more than enough to take down a medium-sized city, and even easier to take down a small one.

The key is speed. Quick in and quick out, finish the job, move the loot, and leave.

It's the same tactic as when they attacked county towns, only on a larger scale.

Professor Zhang went on to explain some details, such as which cities were easier to conquer, which cities had more resources, and which cities had powerful experts who needed to be watched out for.

List them out one by one, clearly and distinctly.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair and listened, and he roughly understood what he was hearing.

The strategy is to attack internal threats first, and ignore the border regions for now.

We'll deal with the internal issues first, then we'll consider the border situation.

That makes a lot of sense.

He currently maintains over 30,000 troops, consuming nearly 100,000 units of grain daily.

The city's produce is far from enough to feed us; we have to go out and rob.

If we don't fight, we can't afford to support an army; if we can't support an army, we can't defend the city; if we can't defend the city, we have nothing.

So who cares, just attack first.

After Professor Zhang finished speaking, he looked at the crowd and asked, "Any questions?"

Several people shook their heads.

Li Dahu said, "The route is fine, the key is speed. Although reinforcements from cities within Liao are slow, if we fight too slowly and drag it out for three to five days, surrounding cities will still send troops. So we need to be fast."

Professor Zhang nodded: "Yes. We need to finish this quickly."

We chatted a bit more about the details, and the discussion was pretty much over.

Professor Zhang placed the laser pointer on the table, turned to look at Wu Feng, and looked at him with a hint of curiosity.

"Wu Feng, there's something I want to ask you."

Wu Feng looked at him and said, "Please speak."

Professor Zhang hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "You said before that one person defeated an army of 50,000, is that true?"

The meeting room fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked at Wu Feng.

Wu Feng nodded, his tone calm: "It's true. Although they weren't all killed, they were definitely routed."

Professor Zhang frowned and asked again, "How long would it take to kill all 50,000 people?"

Wu Feng thought for a moment and said, "To kill them all, it would probably take several rounds. My true energy isn't enough to continuously release the poison mist and kill them all. But if we're fast enough, we can poison them all before they escape and kill them all."

"The problem now is that our true energy is being consumed too quickly. Releasing a poison mist once, lasting for several dozen breaths, depletes our true energy by half. After killing one wave, we have to wait to recover, and then chase after them again. After going back and forth a few times, our people are already scattered."

Professor Zhang listened and remained silent for a moment.

The people from the other research groups looked at each other, their expressions somewhat complicated.

Professor Zhang turned his head and looked at the map drawn on the whiteboard, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice not loud: "Can a top-tier martial artist be this domineering?"

No one answered him.

Li Dahu leaned back in his chair and said, "Based on what we know, some top martial artists from certain sects can project their sword energy and internal energy outwards. Once they reach the level of first-rate martial artists, they are beyond the reach of ordinary human beings."

He paused, then continued, "Theoretically speaking, a first-rate martial artist can easily kill three hundred cavalrymen. Someone who can kill three hundred cavalrymen can move freely through an army of ten thousand, as if it were empty."

After listening, Professor Zhang shook his head and muttered, "It seems that some martial arts dramas underestimate the strength of martial artists. This is a complete 'dimensional reduction attack'."

Professor Zhang turned around, looked at Wu Feng, and asked again, "How do you feel in real life? How is it different from the game?"

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment.

He clenched his fist and felt the strength in his hand.

"It's much worse than in the game," he said bluntly.

Professor Zhang nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The group chatted for a few more minutes, then it was all over.

Professor Zhang said, "That's enough for today," and everyone got up and started packing their things.

Li Dahu stood up, folded the papers and put them in his pocket, then patted Wu Feng on the shoulder: "Let's go back and rest."

Wu Feng nodded and stood up.

Several people walked out of the meeting room one after another. The lights in the corridor were so bright that they were almost blinding on the floor.

Wu Feng left the conference room and walked down the corridor. Li Dahu walked beside him, and the two didn't say much.

As he reached the door, Li Dahu paused, turned to look at Wu Feng, and said, "See you in the game tomorrow."

"Okay," Wu Feng replied.

The two parted ways.

Wu Feng walked back along the main road. A night breeze blew by, carrying a slight chill. The streetlights cast a dim, yellow light on the empty road.

After walking for about ten minutes, we arrived at the villa.

He pushed open the door, went upstairs to the second floor, and entered the bedroom.

He took off his coat and threw it on the chair, walked to the game pod, opened the hatch, and lay down inside.

The hatch slowly closed, and a faint blue light seeped out from the edges.

A feeling of weightlessness came over me, and everything went black.

A flash of white light.

Wu Feng opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

The room was dimly lit, the window was half-open, and the night breeze blew in from outside, carrying the scent of plants and trees from the yard.

He stood up, stretched his wrists, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He had already witnessed the perverse nature of Zhu Ha Gong.

One man, one unique skill, and an army of 50,000 was routed.

The destructive power of this technique exceeded his expectations.

It's not just the efficiency of killing that matters, but more importantly, the deterrent effect.

The Liao soldiers were not afraid of swords or spears, but they were afraid of this invisible and intangible thing that could kill them with a single breath.