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Chapter 147: Chapter 110 Isay Feiya: Do As You Please, I Am Invincible_4

This is a psychological shadow.

This is fear!

“When I first crossed swords with you, an unexpected strike hit you at your weakest point, allowing me to defeat you.”

“After that, I was always able to quickly find your weaknesses and beat you.”

After over a month of practice, Lu Anya began to learn how to hide her own weaknesses and discover those of her opponent.

This allowed Lu Anya’s strength to increase rapidly, to the point where even her senior sister, due to the huge gap in attributes, could no longer spar with her.

“And today, when I sparred with you, there was still a huge gap between our strengths.”

The senior sister compared herself and Lu Anya to two armies, “It’s like two forces in battle, mine of 50,000 against your 100,000, your troop number is twice mine.”

But troops are just troops, they don’t represent everything!

A capable general leading new recruits can still defeat a novice commanding veterans.

Because the latter would only issue foolish orders, causing instability and grumbling among the ranks.

Similarly, as soon as Lu Anya thought about her sister commanding the troops, her expression became serious, and she dared not underestimate her.

However, her sister’s tactics surprised Lu Anya time and again.

Her sister had no intention of engaging with all her forces but sent out 5,000 cavalry, taking advantage of the night to launch a sneak attack on her camp and capture her.

Like this, the difference in the number of troops becomes meaningless!

“In the following nine battles, I knew you had become wary, guarding against me heavily.”

“So I interspersed feints with real attacks, using feints within real ones, and real attacks amongst feints…”

All sorts of fighting techniques left Lu Anya doubting her life choices, and her mentality was completely shattered.

“By the eleventh round,” said the senior sister, “the army you commanded was on high alert for every rustle of leaves. Even if I stood here alone, or even if I threw away my weapon, you wouldn’t dare come to capture me.”

Because Lu Anya was worried about deceit, afraid that if she sent someone forward, her sister was just buying time while her cavalry had already moved behind her.

“This…”

Lu Anya hadn’t realized that a simple sparring session could contain so many principles and strategies.

“Father taught me that a single person in battle is just a small skirmish,” said the senior sister, “We should treat every fight as if it is a clash between two armies. That is what ‘One Man Army’ really means!”

“Alright, back to the question at hand.”

The sister began to instruct Lu Anya again, “If I choose to run, would you chase after me?”

The current Lu Anya certainly wouldn’t dare to chase, because her mental state had collapsed.

But even if her mentality hadn’t collapsed, her sister would have shattered it, “At that time, I had unraveled almost all of father’s techniques, and he, in turn, presented the final and most difficult lesson.”

“This lesson, consisted of only two words.”

The sister continued, “Victory and Defeat!”

“Victory or defeat?”

Can ‘victory or defeat’ really be considered a lesson?

“That’s precisely the hardest part.”

The sister explained, “In a war between two armies, if you win and the enemy flees, should you pursue them in victory?”

Did you truly win?

Or might the enemy be feigning defeat, in a way you cannot discern the truth from the ruse.

This is the difficulty of victory.

The hardship isn’t in achieving victory, but in what you do after you’ve won.

“Conversely, if you are defeated and you choose to flee, what will you do if the enemy doggedly pursues you?”

Wearying the enemy tactic is one of the most vexing warfare strategies on the battlefield.

Back in the day, Uncle used this strategy, letting the sister chase him relentlessly.

He just kept running over mountains and through valleys, escaping from the sister’s pursuit time and again, making the sister who was initially joyous about her victory become more and more exhausted—to the point of not wanting to chase anymore.

Even when she had already won, she chose to stop as if she had lost, feeling truly weary at heart.

“The difficulty of defeat isn’t in how to be defeated, but what comes after.”

“In this world, no one can keep winning forever,” the sister said, “One day, we all will find ourselves in that situation.”

“This…”

Lu Anya, now devoid of pride, humbly sought advice.

Not just her, but everyone on the battlefield, except Bailuo, wanted to know how to deal with such situations.

“Even though we lost, as long as we don’t give up, the enemy is the one who suffers!”

If you can’t deliver a fatal blow, then become a thorn in the side of your opponent, making their life miserable!

That’s right!

This was precisely the most famous tactic of Bailuo’s former home.

The enemy advances, we retreat; the enemy camps, we harass; the enemy tires, we attack; the enemy retreats, we pursue—guerrilla warfare!

“A person may be defeated, but their spirit must not be conquered.”

That is the crux of guerrilla warfare!

Although we can’t beat the enemy in a head-on clash, we will not surrender, nor will we admit defeat.

Because no matter how many years it takes, we will keep fighting.

…

Having heard her sister’s speech, Lu Anya realized how formidable the woman before her truly was.

Isefia was not only physically strong.

Her spirit, too, was like a fortress, unbreakable!

“An Ya, you won’t just be a warrior in the future. Sooner or later, we’ll have to go to the battlefield.”

“And the same goes for everyone present here,” she continued.

The senior sister was outstanding, a military genius of Yatun, but such talent could not be hers alone.

Lu Anya was a promising seedling, and the sister wished to nurture an excellent leader for Yatun.

In the same vein, one day, the people of Yatun would all be taught the way of war.

They are the future pioneers and leaders of the Yatun Duchy, Bailuo and the sister couldn’t help but give it their all.

“Your Majesty, don’t you agree?”

There were outsiders present, so the sister used a respectful title for Bailuo, who nodded and said, “Yes, An Ya, I look forward to the day you become an excellent general.”