Did he trick the young marshal into becoming sworn brothers and then go south to Huangpu Military Ac

As soon as the three future stars finished expressing their opinions, a buzz of discussion arose in the classroom, with everyone waiting for the vice principal to give his final judgment.

Lin Qi turned around.

He picked up the blackboard eraser without hesitation.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

He wiped clean the blue arrow drawn by Jiang Wushan, the route to the back mountain marked by Chen Chuanjin, and the location of He Junshan's suicide squad.

Chalk dust filled the area around the podium.

Jiang Wushan's face paled, and he took a half step back. Chen Chuanjin also stopped his carefree smile and stood there stunned.

Lin Qi threw away the blackboard eraser and grabbed a handful of red chalk.

"What you three just described is like this: one is a politician's campaign speech in the square! Another is wishful thinking and empty talk in the general staff! And the last one is like bandits coming down from the mountains to steal chickens and dogs!"

Lin Qi's evaluation was extremely cold, directly belittling the plan that these three geniuses were so proud of to be worthless.

Hu Zhantang, who was behind him, got anxious and was about to stand up and retort.

Lin Qi turned around and frantically drew dense red lines on the front line of the blackboard with the red chalk in his hand.

The chalk broke into pieces due to excessive force, and the pieces bounced off the wooden floor.

"You have absolutely no idea what a modern warfare fire network is!"

Lin Qi pointed to the location of the four heavy machine guns, his voice like a heavy hammer hitting an anvil.

"A water-cooled Maxim heavy machine gun! Equipped with canvas ammunition belts, it can fire continuously for hours without stopping as long as the cooling water doesn't boil dry! The theoretical rate of fire is 600 rounds per minute! The crossfire formed by four machine guns means that three bullets will fall every second on every square meter of land!"

Lin Qi turned around and stared intently at He Junshan.

"Your suicide squad? Crawling forward? Under the illumination of flares, and with four Maxim guns reaping the harvest, your fifty men with grenades strapped to their chests won't even reach the edge of the barbed wire before they're reduced to a pile of mangled flesh! If the grenades are hit and explode, they won't even leave behind a complete corpse! Using flesh to block steel? That's utterly disregarding human life!"

He Junshan's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Lin Qi then pointed to both sides of the blackboard and looked at Jiang Wushan.

"Flanking maneuvers? Echeloned cover?" Lin Qi sneered, "You think the enemy's mortars and grenade launchers are just for show? Your main force leaving its cover for a large-scale maneuver is just providing the enemy artillery with perfect targets. Your two companies won't even reach the enemy's junction; they'll be blown to pieces by grenades halfway there! No matter how perfect your troop deployment is, it's a joke in the face of absolute firepower!"

Finally, Lin Qi looked at Chen Chuanjin.

"Free solo climbing? Special operations? Do you think there aren't searchlights in the enemy's bunker? Do you think all the enemy's sentries are deaf? If even one person slips and falls on a single rock, your group on the cliff will be sitting ducks, without even a chance to fight back!"

Lin Qi slammed the last bit of red chalk he had on the lectern.

This shattered everyone's romantic and naive fantasies about war in the classroom.

"Your minds are still filled with the old-fashioned ideas of the Qing Dynasty and the Beiyang Army, with their soldiers charging in formation with swords and spears!"

Lin Qi pulled open the collar of his military uniform and roared loudly.

"What is modern warfare?! It's a meat grinder of massive industry!"

"I'll show you how to take this high ground!"

He turned around and tapped the blackboard heavily a few times with his finger.

"To take this kind of position, we don't need infantry to die! What we need are heavy artillery regiments!"

"The 105mm howitzer positions are in place in the rear! Infantry platoon leaders, take walkie-talkies or wired phones, get close for reconnaissance, and report the precise coordinates of those four machine gun bunkers to the rear!"

"Then, fire!"

"Ten rounds from each gun in rapid succession! Turn that hilltop upside down with high-explosive shells! Blow up their concrete and tear their barbed wire! Then, extend the artillery fire to create a creeping barrage and cut off the enemy's reinforcements!"

Lin Qi's eyes were bloodshot as he used all his strength to instill his combat ideas into the students.

"Infantrymen, you're only going up now with your rifles! You're not going to fight with bayonets! You're going to clean up the battlefield! You're going to occupy those shell craters that have been turned into ruins!"

"I'll come to Huangpu to teach you."

His voice gradually lowered, yet it exuded a chilling, ruthless aura.

"This isn't about teaching you how to bravely sacrifice yourself while chanting slogans! Your lives are precious!"

"I'm going to teach you how to use tons of steel! How to use mountains of smokeless gunpowder! To smash the enemy into mincemeat! And then let yourselves survive unscathed!"

Dead silence.

In the lecture hall, you could hear a pin drop.

All the students gaped open, their pupils dilated.

Their brains were subjected to an unprecedented shock.

Those old military concepts that had accumulated in their minds over the years were crushed by Lin Qi's ruthless modern heavy firepower tactics built on a massive heavy industry base!

Jiang Wushan's hand, holding half a piece of chalk, hung limply at his side. The arrogance in his eyes was gone, replaced by a look of awe and reverence, as if he were looking at a deity.

Chen Chuanjin swallowed hard and muttered under his breath, "Damn it... this is real fighting."

Gu Mosan and Qian Muyin, sitting in the back row, were deathly pale, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

Their proud tactical simulations proved as fragile as paper toys in the face of the steel meat grinder described by Lin Qi.

I don't know who started it.

Thunderous applause suddenly erupted in the classroom!

The applause shook the roof tiles, and fervent emotions surged in the chests of every prodigy!

Lin Qi did not laugh; he simply looked calmly at the group of future generals who had been initially brainwashed.

Just as he was about to step down from the podium and end this perfect lesson of dimensional reduction attack.

The third row of the classroom.

A screeching sound of a chair being moved rang out.

A sturdy young man with a square face, wide mouth, and eyes that shone with an extremely stubborn light stood up straight, like a nail driven into an iron plate.

Du Guangting.

People from Shaanxi were later known for fighting tough battles and fighting to the death, and they placed great importance on logistics and supplies.

"Vice Principal!"

Du Guangting stiffened his neck, his face flushed, and his voice drowned out the applause that had not yet subsided.

"Your theory is unparalleled! The students are thrilled!"

He slammed his fist on his desk.

"But! Our headquarters even has to beg for military funds to buy coarse rice! We're armed with old rifles and Hanyang rifles whose rifling is almost worn down!"

Du Guangting stared intently at Lin Qi, tearing away the most bloody fig leaf in the entire South.

"What you just mentioned, where do we get howitzers?! Where do we get creeping barrages?! Without all that steel, the shell trajectories you drew on the blackboard..."

Du Guangting gritted his teeth and threw out that fatal question.

"Isn't this just the biggest example of empty talk?!"

The applause stopped abruptly.

The classroom fell into an icy silence.

All eyes, filled with astonishment, worry, and a hint of secret approval, were fixed on Lin Qi behind the podium.

P.S.: On a side note, I didn't want to say this, because I thought even the dumbest and least attentive person couldn't possibly misunderstand a lousy novel. Even if they didn't understand, it would only be a few people. But instead of explaining, some people keep nitpicking, saying I'm contradicting myself and my logic is chaotic. They're referring to this chapter, where the protagonist raises the question of how to capture the high ground with only one battalion. In reality, Lin Qi is just raising the question; he hasn't even thought about how to solve it. Three Huangpu Military Academy graduates offer solutions, but they are all rejected because Lin Qi wants to illustrate a principle: in modern warfare, firepower is king. Don't think about using human lives to fill the gaps. He wants to tell the first-term Huangpu graduates that they should just focus on fighting, and leave the firepower to him. He laid out this principle throughout, but some people still don't understand. I'm speechless.

I'm reminded of a joke circulating online: Qian Xuesen said that even the dumbest person couldn't learn calculus (later, Qian Xuesen's son debunked this, saying that Qian Xuesen never said that).

Let me paraphrase: even the dumbest person shouldn't be unable to understand a novel, right? So much setup and explanation, yet I still don't understand what it's trying to express. It's all about left and right brain hemispheres working together—I'm speechless. I only explained it because I couldn't stand it anymore.

Besides, if there really was a problem with this part, I'm not blind; wouldn't I have fixed it already? Why am I being criticized every day?