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After Lian Zhan finished listening to Lin Dong's explanation of the formation, confusion swept over his face.

He had read many military books and had even spent some time on an extraterrestrial battlefield to exercise, but he had never seen or heard of the kind of troop deployment and formation that Lin Dong described.

He couldn't help but ask with doubt, "War God Lin, have you ever been on the battlefield before?"

Lin Dong shook his head, "No."

"Then have you ever read any military books?"

Lin Dong still shook his head, "No."

"Then, is this method of deploying troops and forming formations feasible?"

Lin Dong laughingly said, "Do you have a winning formation strategy?"

Lian Zhan shook his head, "No, the soldiers are currently demoralized, and there are quite a few injured, their strength isn't comparable to that of the enemy."

"Although I hate to believe it, I must accept one fact, that is, in the third small game, we are bound to lose."