There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

Today, the whole street in front of the club building is very lively. Almost every club has set up a small tent on the side of the street to recruit new members. Members are shouting loudly. Many freshmen are wandering around looking for their favorite clubs. The atmosphere is full of youthful vitality.

The club activities here are not like those superficial clubs in the previous life. The clubs here have a high degree of freedom, and as long as they don't deliberately cause damage, they can do almost anything.

If the club performs well in activities, it will be eligible to participate in the annual best club competition and win a place, which will provide funds for activities in the second half of the year.

The four of them split up into four groups, after all, each of them had different interests and hobbies.

Domi walked slowly with his hands in his pockets, looking around.

There are so many colorful clubs in front of me, all kinds of them, the more common ones are like the "Literature Club", "Various Sports Clubs", and "Magic Research Club".

The unconventional ones are the 'Energy Saving Club', 'Going Home Club', 'JK Enthusiast Club' and so on. The more niche and unique the better.

As he walked, Domi suddenly spotted a club that didn't look that fancy, it could even be described as plain. On a red banner was a few white words saying "War Art Club".

A fat senior student wearing glasses was lying on the table under the banner. He seemed to have fallen asleep because no one had come for such a long time.

"War Art Club? That's quite novel."

Compared to those flashy and coquettish bastards, Duomi was more interested in it, so he walked over and tapped the table lightly:

"Senior? Wake up! There's a new student here!"

The slightly overweight senior student sat up in shock, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, adjusted his glasses and looked at Duomi in front of the table:

"Would you like to join our War Art Club, Junior?"

"I'm a little interested. What do you do here?"

"Oh, this is really interesting." The senior student with glasses lifted his already thin hair, as if he had found the last straw, and spoke with great joy:

"The so-called art of war means that as a commander, you should interpret the war like an art, skillfully use tactics, deploy troops, deploy troops, manage the supply of materials in the rear, and at the same time play a psychological game with the enemy commander. In the end, you can inflict the highest damage at the lowest cost and win a beautiful victory!"

"We have a huge sand table in our club, which is used to simulate various battles in history."

"I'll be honest with you, our president is not a student, but a military advisor to the Lionheart Empire's General Staff!"

At this point, the senior with glasses suddenly moved closer to Duomi and whispered in his ear:

"So if we perform well in the club and pass the president's test, we will have the opportunity to join the Imperial General Staff! I will only tell you, my junior, about this. I won't tell anyone else."

No one really wants to come.

As if seeing Domi's doubts, the senior explained:

"Although our club has a small number of members, the War Art Club is truly a hidden talent base in the empire that specializes in training military strategists. Not everyone can become this kind of person, so it's normal that there are only a few members."

"Junior, I see that you have extraordinary talents. Why don't you give it a try? It's like being behind the scenes, planning and controlling the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people!"

It would be a lie to say that I am not moved. Every boy has the dream of becoming a general, but it is just boiled away by the warm water called life.

Since you have a second chance to live your life, why not experience it for yourself?

Thinking of this, Domi made up his mind:

"Senior, can you show me how to experience it first?"

Anyway, I haven’t bought in yet. If it really sucks, it won’t be too late to just run away.

The senior clapped his hands and said, "Of course, no problem. But since I still have to recruit new people here, you have to go by yourself. However, there will be a senior sister to receive you when you arrive..."

Following the instructions of his senior, Domi came all the way to the top floor of Building No. 3, the club activity building. Strangely, there was only this one room on the entire top floor.

I knocked on the door out of curiosity. Not long after, I heard the sound of slow footsteps from behind the door. The sound came before the person arrived:

"Charles, I remember it's not time to change shifts yet..."

Then the door opened.

Even in Domi's aesthetic sense, the senior schoolmate in front of him was considered beautiful. She had hair the color of an ice field, which was long to her waist. Her breasts were firm and perky, with a large part of them exposed under her loose pajamas. She also had a pipe in her mouth, which looked a bit abrupt.

At this moment, he was looking at Domi with extreme fatigue and full of condemnation, but he did not see the familiar little fat man.

"Excuse me...is this the War Art Club? The senior who's recruiting new members asked me to come here."

Only then did Caroline realize that this was a new member, not Charles who was reborn and changed his number.

"Oh, you're a new member," Caroline immediately took the pipe out of her mouth and straightened her messy clothes: "Come in, I'll show you around."

The room was very dark. As he walked further inside, Duomi already knew the other person's name:

"Senior, how do you and Senior Charles usually simulate war? Do you put mini chess pieces on the sand table?"

They had just passed by the huge sandbox that the senior had mentioned, so it was inevitable that Domi would think so.

Caroline walked ahead, passing the sand table: "No, that's too primitive."

"Now is the era when magic and machinery go hand in hand. Look here, fellow student."

I saw a device similar to a massage chair lined up against the wall, engraved with dense magic inscriptions. A quick glance showed that it seemed to be engraved with several kinds of semi-permanent magic.

"We call it a war simulator. As long as you lie on it, the illusion magic will be triggered, and your mind will be sent along the designated track into the 'real battlefield' that has been set up in advance."

"In illusion, we can personally control the entire battle, which is more useful than any sandbox exercises."

Duomi's eyes widened. What the hell is the difference between this and the VR of the previous life? It's even at the forefront of the times, and it's fully immersed!

"It stands to reason that students like us can't get this kind of equipment."

"Then what...?"

"The president got this obsolete product through connections. The Imperial Army's military advisors use a more advanced version, but even if it's an obsolete product, it's more than enough for us."

"Want to go in and experience it? I'll go into another machine and guide you through the operation in the illusion."

"Uh-huh!!"

It turned out that such a thing existed in such a small and inconspicuous club. He really felt like he had found a treasure!

He stepped into the instrument and pressed the start button, drawing some magic power from the magic tower and injecting it into the instrument. The inscriptions carved on the outside lit up slightly, like a dashboard, indicating that everything was operating normally.

As the illusion was activated, Domi slowly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a different scene - he seemed to be in a tent, with a table in the middle and a current affairs sand table of the current war on it.

"Junior, you are now the commander-in-chief of this war."

The voice of senior Caroline came from beside me. She also appeared in her own battle and could go online.

"What should I do?"

"Do what a commander should do."

"It's the eve of the start of the Pingyuan Battle, the founding war of the country. You still have time to inspect the troops, check the logistics and supplies, etc. Anyway, you can do whatever you want and get reasonable feedback."

"Let me try."

"I'll just follow you. If you don't understand something, just ask me. But I won't give you any advice. You'd better figure it out on your own."

"I understand, senior."

After saying that, Domi opened the big tent and walked out. When the light from the outside world was reflected into his pupils, the densely packed tents were also taken in by Domi.

Tents were connected to each other, stretching all the way to the end of the horizon. In the back, a huge herd of war horses was kept. 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 Empire and the Old Empire. In this battle, the New Empire defeated the knight corps of the Old Empire, allowing these millions of cavalry to cross the vast plains and go straight to the royal capital!

He made indelible contributions to the subsequent overthrow of the rule of the old empire.

As a battle for novices, this battle can be regarded as a textbook classic. As long as you don't do anything weird, you can definitely win the battle. Caroline and Charles also got started from this point.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves could be heard from all directions. The four adjutants of the commander-in-chief dismounted and handed the newly compiled data to Domi for review.

Caroline explained promptly: "Asking the adjutant to collect the statistics again is a necessary operation, so we will skip this process."

"I see. I was wondering why they are so smart."

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

There is sufficient food and grass, stable logistical supplies, stable morale of the soldiers, and no missing members. The entire legion is ready to go and can launch a charge as long as he gives the order.

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

"Commander, how will we launch our attack?"

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

According to history, the old empire was on the brink of collapse at this time, and the people and soldiers probably felt that the empire was about to collapse, so it was normal for morale to be low.

"While maintaining the main army formation, separate two cavalry units from the left and right wings to flank the enemy from both sides and take turns charging into the enemy formation to harass them."

In the illusion, all NPCs obeyed the commander unconditionally. When the adjutant received the order, he immediately began to prepare.

Caroline looked at Domi deeply, and then said:

"You can choose to fast forward during the boring waiting time."

Under the guidance of the senior, Domi skipped the preparation time and fast-forwarded to before the battle.

All the tents scattered across the mountains were now put away, and on the green grassland stood proudly square armies, holding swords and spears, ready to go.

Four harassment units were also ready on the flanks as Domi had instructed.

At the same time, the army of the Old Empire was already waiting on the other side of the plain.

Standing on the high stands at the rear, visibility is still limited, and one can only use a telescope to gain a wider view.

"let's start."

"Beat the drums! March!"

Following Domi's order, the adjutant shot the burning arrow into the sky, conveying the information to all departments like a beacon.

Boom! Boom! !

"Woo——————"

"Rush!!"

Soon, the sounds of war drums, gongs, and warriors' shouts resounded across the plains. War horses neighed, and the hooves of civilization seemed to crush the earth!

The knight in heavy armor, holding a spear, rushed towards the enemy camp together with countless colleagues!

The magician formation in the rear began to chant defensive magic, constantly adding buffs to the charging knights, while more magicians chanted large-scale attack magic, throwing it towards the most crowded places as if it were free.

Countless fireballs, thunder, hurricanes, and hail crossed the empty space in the middle and smashed into each other's rear teams. The originally clear sky became like purgatory under such heavy bombardment!

There was a burst of flames, a rumbling sound in the ears, and the sound of broken limbs, screams and blood splattering.

"So this is war..." Domi sighed sincerely.

"Yeah, it's shocking."

When the battle came into close combat, the four harassment troops, which were intended to win the battle, began to play their roles.

In fact, this is exactly what the historical commander of this battle did, he was just repeating it.

Repeating history is the most intuitive and effective way of experience that Duomi has chosen.

Watching the four harassment troops going in and out of the enemy's flank formation, which directly accelerated the collapse of enemy morale, and then they were defeated like dominoes, a sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously.

Domi's emotions seemed to be infected by the battlefield and he was also starting to get excited.

"Senior, come over! I want to join the club!"

Chapter 173 Shining in Sweat

Chapter 173-172- Shining in Sweat

After the simulation ended, the two sat up from the simulator. Senior Caroline took Domi to a slightly brighter room, which was filled with various tea-making tools and snacks. It should be the tea room.

"All the club's funds are used to maintain the simulator, so we try to save as much as possible in normal times."

“I understand, I understand…”

After a little preparation, Caroline brought over an application form for joining the society. Domi picked up a pen and quickly filled it out before handing it back to Caroline.

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

"Anytime, it's up to you."

"So free?"

She nodded and said as she checked Domi's application form:

"But there is one thing you have to know. The president comes back at the end of every school year. After he comes back, he will check the command level of each member. If they meet the standards, they can go directly to the Imperial General Staff."

"If you have this idea, junior...wait, Blofeld?"