The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor

Zhao Tianmang took out a strategic map and then began to explain it to Lin Feng.

"Please look, here is our entire plan."

Listening to Zhao Tianmang, Lin Feng moved his head closer, pondering how the Heaven Alliance with its mere few thousand troops could possibly contend against the enemy’s fifteen thousand, knowing that their numbers were three times their own.

But as things had reached this point, there was no other choice but to treat a dead horse like a living one and see if there was any remedy.

After looking over the strategic deployment, Lin Feng’s eyes suddenly became clear.

Lin Feng raised his head, revealing a hint of surprise, and said to Zhao Tianmang: "Who came up with this deployment? It’s simply astonishing."

According to the plan, they were to divide the enemy’s fifteen thousand troops and attack them separately. Lin Feng and others were only there to clean up. As long as they caused a massive commotion, the enemy would not dare to come easily, and then they would be driven into the ambush set by the Heaven Alliance, scattering aimlessly and ultimately being defeated.

Zhao Tianmang, with a proud expression, said to Lin Feng: "This is the idea of our Heaven Alliance’s masked strategist."

Lin Feng was taken aback, as he thought of the masked Sect Leader known for wearing a mask.

"Is your masked strategist still in the camp?" Lin Feng wanted to meet this person, so he asked.

But Zhao Tianmang replied: "Our masked strategist is like a dragon whose head you can see but not its tail; such small battles do not require his personal involvement. After perfecting the plan, he left."

Hua Shengmi also heard Zhao Tianmang’s words and felt something strange, quickly reminding Lin Feng: "Lin, this strategist appears and disappears mysteriously; he must not be a good person."

In his heart, Lin Feng said to Hua Shengmi: "This person is definitely not simple; perhaps there’s a connection with the masked individual. However, these are just our speculations, and it’s too early to come to a conclusion."

After finishing his words, troops came galloping forward, and Zhao Tianmang lit a pile of grass, using fire as a signal.

Lin Feng and the others lay on the hill, watching the scene below. There were many people below, each wearing armor and carrying swords and spears in their hands.

Looking at their well-equipped battle gear, Lin Feng thought of the Court’s elite soldiers. Among the troops moving below the hill, there were also Combat Spiritual Beasts, such as the Sixth Grade Fire Bulls.

These Fire Bulls are quite formidable, excellent for destroying camps.

As long as these Fire Bulls are released into the camp amidst the chaos, they will carry fire and burn the enemy’s camp to the ground, leading to inevitable defeat.

Some are even more malicious, using Fire Bulls to specifically attack the enemy’s granaries, burning all the military rations inside.

The soldiers’ vast combat stamina is quickly depleted; after gaining some rest, they need to go to war again and thus need food to replenish their strength. What they eat is not ordinary food, but top-quality spiritual ingredients. These ingredients can replenish the cultivator’s strength, keeping them full and ready for battle.

Many insidious individuals would take the Fire Bulls to burn the granaries, resulting in the destruction of high-grade spiritual ingredients, an outright waste.

Seeing the Fire Bulls mixed in with the army, Lin Feng said to the two members of the execution team beside him: "Quickly notify the higher-ups, the enemy is bringing Fire Bulls to burn our camp and destroy the granary." Lin Feng, truly a master of leading troops in battle, could clearly discern these details in an orderly manner.

The two members of the execution team were somewhat impressed, as they hadn’t really paid attention to these Fire Bulls. After all, keeping a meticulous mind amidst such a grand battle and ensuring every detail was considered was not a simple task.

Lin Feng was now exhibiting his military talents, closely observing the situation below, estimating that the enemy was just a vanguard force with only five thousand troops.

As agreed, when the enemy reached the base of the hill, Zhao Tianmang was to light the signal fire, and upon everyone passing, he would light the second signal fire.

Zhao Tianmang and his men had no idea about the exact number of enemy troops dispatched, and if they lit the signal fire after this group had passed, the masked strategist’s plan would be entirely disrupted. Luckily, the two members of the execution team stopped them in time as per Lin Feng’s orders.

"Old Zhao, stop immediately. This is only the vanguard!" one of the men from the execution team shouted to Zhao Tianmang.

Hearing the execution team’s words, Zhao Tianmang was shocked, his mouth wide open in disbelief as he exclaimed to the two men: "Ah, so many people are just the vanguard!?"

Seeing Zhao Tianmang’s shocked expression, the young man hurriedly said: "We saw the military camp’s forces back then, numbering at least ten thousand."

Upon hearing that there were over ten thousand troops, Zhao Tianmang was greatly shocked; this was twice the total number of their camp, and if precise, more than three times.

Advancing with a third is not a difficult task, but maneuvering the army in such large formations, coordinating to pin down the enemy, and then crushing forces three times larger with mere double the numbers after a battle was nearly impossible.

So, the young man from the execution team only mentioned over ten thousand, knowing there were at least close to twenty thousand fully armed from head to toe.

Just after a brief moment of indecision, Lin Feng sent someone over. She was a liaison officer in the battle, clad in white and blue corresponding attire adorned with beautiful patterns, extremely exquisite. This outfit was the attire for High Rank female members of the Heaven Alliance.