Chapter 1327: White Heat
A stack of command cards took the place of the folding fan, either gently covering Teresa's mouth, or creating a gentle breeze.
Since the moment she became sensible, the girl named Teresa Tarosha has not been so excited for a long, long time.
She is undoubtedly a genius. Even if she is a bit clumsy in daily life, she will fall down without any bumps when walking. Even if she does not have any fighting talent, her physical fitness is not even as good as outside the game. An ordinary young adult, but she is still a genius.
Geniuses are aloof. This has nothing to do with the personality of the person involved, but rather that it is difficult for them to find people with similar qualities such as like-mindedness and similar level.
Although in daily life, a genius like Teresa who is very partial to science can still get along with her friends and live a lively and happy life every day, this does not mean that she is not 'lonely'.
The reason why professional knowledge such as military analysis, deduction and confrontation has been rarely touched recently is not because Teresa is no longer interested in these things, but because there is no one in her field of vision. Able to compete with myself.
Of course, Richard and Andre, who regard Teresa as their own, undoubtedly have this qualification, but as young girls, although they like these two elders very much, they are still unwilling to pester them every day. They play with themselves.
On the one hand, it is because there is a generation gap between the two parties, and Teresa is now at a rebellious age.
On the one hand, the smart girl can vaguely feel that both Richard and Andre have quite complicated feelings about their talent. To put it bluntly, maybe both Feeling relieved, worried, and even a little scared.
So she began to actively distance herself from her favorite entertainment, which was also the entertainment that opened her heart back then. She hid the side of herself that was incompatible with everyone, and tried hard to be an ordinary girl.
During this period, she has been thinking about whether she should grow up, graduate, and then go through the back door to become a trainee teacher at the [Danu Military Academy], in this uncontested city. Spend every day in a relaxed and relaxed manner, staying put after everyone in the small circle goes their separate ways.
Is Teresa usually a lecturer, professor, director, or dean?
When everyone took the time to come back and take a look, she was still the youngest, most sensible, and most clumsy little sister.
When the two lonely 'fathers' grow old, take over the work in their hands and honor them like your own daughters... no, even better than your own daughters.
Have one or several sweet and slightly sour relationships, get married, have children, and become a respected grandma.
Maybe you can write a few papers every once in a while and publish them in popular magazines.
I will not deliberately hide my talent, as if I have never had it, but I will only show it when I am working, away from the storm and noise that those who care about me do not want me to be exposed to.
This somewhat precocious girl has thought about it a lot.
She knew very well that if she wanted to get something, she had to let go of something.
War is like chess, and life is also like chess. Therefore, Teresa, who has been good at fighting since she was a child, has a far more thorough understanding of life than most of her peers.
Not worrying the elders who care about you actually only occupies a very small part of the motivation.
In the final analysis, Teresa just wanted to live a comfortable, relaxed and happy life.
If you can live your whole life as mentioned above, you will definitely be very happy.
This is the answer the girl came up with after thinking about it day and night for who knows how long.
And this answer has been shaken after seeing the game of Lamo Locke, the chief priest of the Dreamland Theocracy in the past two days.
And this wavering was torn into pieces after looking at the battle history of the Black Van Priest in the opposite command room.
Teresa suddenly realized that although she was at a high place, she was not alone.
Or to put it another way, the more lonely people there are, the less lonely they will be.
Beside the mountaintop where I was standing alone, two figures suddenly appeared.
One of them was wearing a windbreaker whose original color could not be seen, but was dyed scarlet red by blood. He was tall and tall, and his delicate and feminine face was filled with a smile, as warm as the spring breeze.
The man named Lamorlock sat there comfortably, squinting his slender and beautiful phoenix eyes, and caressing the face under him that was made of corpses, hatred, resentment, blood and other countless filth. The made-up bone base drinks the sweet despair and listens to the sweet wailing.
There is no doubt that he is the type I hate the most. If possible, I really want to slap that handsome face and smash the disgusting bone base under him.
But even so, the existence of this person still shows that he is not alone.
And the other person...
It was a young man who looked unremarkable. He wore an equally unremarkable priest's robe and was never fixed in one scene.
Blinking for the first time, he was walking in the bustling streets and was soon lost in the crowd.
The second time he blinked, he was sitting in the solemn city hall, his stiff face tense and uneasy.
Blinking for the third time, he awkwardly lit the oil lamp at the corner of the table, curled up in the chair and scratched his head desperately.
Blinking for the fourth time, he stood in front of countless people with a blue face, trying to cheer up and boost morale.
Blinking for the fifth time, he knelt on one knee beside the Saint of Forgotten Words and kissed the back of her white hand.
The brain is trembling...
Blinking for the sixth time, he stared out the window at the flying snow with his hands behind his hands, his eyes flashing with cold anger.
Blinking for the seventh time, he smiled slightly at himself and transformed into a mirror.
What was reflected in the mirror was not Foster Ward, but the girl named Teresa Tarosha.
I know very well that all of this is an illusion, existing only in my imagination and imagination, but I also know that it is not an illusory illusion, but something more essential.
Teresa Tarossa's eyes can always penetrate the layers of fog of war and capture something more essential. The most obvious thing is that she only used less than one When they were young, they could see what kind of person Pastor Hei Fan was from the pile of seemingly ordinary battle reports, which almost shocked Foster and Lian.
As the confrontation with Mo Tan gradually becomes more intense, her gaze will get closer to the 'essence'.
However, maybe the opponent is really a very easy to understand person. Before seeing through the essence of this battle, she actually saw the opponent's essence in a trance. A mirror.
An unpretentious mirror.
Without any doubt, Teresa's inhuman talent revealed the truth in an instant, a truth that was quite limited but accurate enough.
It is a mirror that can reflect all our own shining points on the battlefield, and it is also a mirror that can reflect the enemy's flaws and flaws.
And in certain circumstances, such as a person who has temporarily reached his 'upper limit', then this mirror will reflect Teresa Tarosha herself.
Be unpretentious about yourself.
Deep down in my heart, I don’t really want to be a teacher and live according to the previous script.
In the mirror, the girl reflected above was dressed in regular clothes, standing in the endless smoke and flames of war, with a magical arc drawn at the corner of her mouth.
Win it!
The girl who woke up from her trance took a deep breath, and then showed the same smile as in the imaginary mirror.
I don’t know why, but I was clearly distracted before, but the intricate sand table in my eyes became more clear.
Want to win! Even if I have promised Senior Foster, even if this game is not fair, but I still want to win!
Of course, I don’t want him to lose at all...
Teresa Talosa blinked in confusion, and the next second, she raised her delicate hands lightly.
A moment later, the red side staff officer Lian Yuanrui, who appeared in front of Yuchen with a somewhat pale complexion, entered a total of twenty-seven command cards into the mainframe of [Hundred Battles Six Type] in sequence.
Same rhythm, same policy, same style!
On the basis of the above, the sophistication of all operations of the Red Army... has tripled!
It is not simply that the speed or efficiency has been improved, but that the actions taken by the red side have become smoother. To give an inappropriate example, it is as if the original frame rate of the screen was only 20, but suddenly became stable. At 60 frames.
At first glance, there is actually no difference, but when paired with Richard's mechanically precise combat style, this level of 'optimization' becomes extremely terrifying.
......
On the other side, Mo Tan's inner activities were far less complicated than Theresa's.
Compared with the delicate girl's heart that lasted for half a chapter, this part seems much simpler.
He also wanted to win, so in order to prevent himself from losing motivation, he asked Yuchen to cheer him up.
Then, the girl thoughtfully gave him a perfect reason -
"Winning victory for me! Hei Fan!"
That's what she said .
"As you wish, Lady~"
That's what I answered.
For Mo Tan, the difficulty of this game is even higher than when he was fighting with the Whispering Sect in Sumir, but he has a perfect reason for victory and no baggage on his shoulders. His condition is unprecedentedly good.
【The goddess of victory today is on my side. 】
While muttering a rather shameful chuunier remark in his heart, Mo Tan pressed the alchemy chess piece that had witnessed countless victories in the center of the sand table!
Half a minute later, one of the red side's supply lines received a fatal blow. It was a large-scale suicide attack with more than 2,000 basic units at the core of two elite mixed forces who jumped out of the red side's intelligence circle after successfully piercing the position. Attack, when they were completely extinguished by the escort weaving, the supply line connecting the left wing of the main battlefield had become a complete mess.
......
It only took less than five minutes to reweave the supply line with extreme efficiency while continuing to maintain frontal battlefield pressure. The Red Army launched three rounds of The perfect [Progressive Tornado] tactic, through the coordinated attack of a large number of troops, directly crushed the Blue side's force that was 1.5 times her own from the front. Teresa gave full play to her solid basic skills and completed an incomparable victory. The picky will win more with less.
But when Yu Chen stood in front of the central deduction stage again, three small positions close to the red side's supply line and surrounded by large armies were forcibly captured in full view of the public. That was more than twenty troops. The engineering troops who had always hidden themselves in the blind spot of the opponent's field of vision before, he They carried out a large-scale detour under the cover of an entire scout regiment, and were thrown into the blind spots of the Red Army's intelligence network in batches. They did not appear until the audience had naturally forgotten about them, and relied on high-density firepower to suppress the heavy cavalry. The regiment directly completed an incredible raid and captured it directly.
Three nails were hammered into the red side's weakest point. It was also a garrison position. An ordinary mixed garrison and a field fortress composed entirely of engineering troops were completely different things.
As a result, Lei Yisi had just praised the blue side's unpredictable sneak attack when he saw half of the red side's army directly transforming and passing through the central area of the battlefield, and until they only paid less than At a tenth of the price, he was involved in three changing positions. After recapturing them, La Yisi belatedly told everyone that it was a textbook round of "wolf pack tactics".
The difference is that the [Wolf Pack Tactics] in the textbook does not work like this!
Because of this multi-channel parallelism, not only must it be constantly split, but the tactics of always maintaining response and contact are simply not suitable for a behemoth like a group army!
It is not difficult to split a whole group into at least two-digit troops, and it is also relatively simple to keep them all threatening, but the essence of [Wolf Tactics] lies in the 'variations'. To put it simply, That is to say, each divided unit must have an independent rhythm, and this rhythm must be constantly changing. Only in this way can the effective strength be retained to the greatest extent under the enemy's long-range fire suppression.
An ordinary middle-level commander, as long as he doesn’t stretch his hips too much, can usually complete a round of ten groups with a total of fifty people, that is, a group of fifty people in a short period of time. The combat power was divided into ten parts, and they were allowed to hunt at the pace they had prepared in advance.
As for top military academy students like Batty, La Yisi and Lei Yisi, if they are well prepared, they should be able to launch the [Wolf Pack Tactics] that is more than ten times more powerful, and their adaptability will be much higher.
But using half of the army to play against the pack of wolves... In La Yisi's words, this was something she couldn't even think about, because under such an outrageous base, even with Completing the simplest general instructions will definitely destroy your own rhythm in the initial stage!
The best possibility is that [Wolf Pack Tactics] has become [Group Send Tactics], directly sending a large number of live targets to the opponent; the worst possibility is that the entire command rhythm will fall into irreversible collapse. , defeated without a fight!
"Gan."
Seeing helplessly the half of the group army that was split into at least thirty 'large' troops walking like wolves in the sand table like art, Lai Si suddenly closed. He closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair with a pale face——
"I'll take it slow, you guys can watch the game for yourself for a while..."
Chapter 1318: End
(End of this chapter)
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