Quadruple split

A stack of command cards took the place of the folding fan, either gently covering Teresa's mouth or creating a gentle breeze.

From the moment she became sensible, the girl named Teresa Tarosha has not been so excited for a long, long time.

There is no doubt that she is a genius. Even if she is a bit clumsy in daily life, she will fall down without any bumps in the road. Even if she does not have any fighting talent and her physical fitness is not even as good as that of ordinary young adults outside the game, she Still a genius.

Geniuses are aloof. This has nothing to do with the personality of the person involved, but it is difficult for them to find people with similar qualities and similar qualities.

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 she has rarely touched on professional knowledge such as military analysis and confrontation games recently is not because Teresa is no longer interested in these things, but because there is no one who can match her in her field of vision.

Of course, Richard and Andre, who regarded Teresa as their own, undoubtedly had this qualification, but as young girls, although they liked these two elders very much, they were still unwilling to pester them to play with them every day.

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 ice-smart girl could vaguely feel that both Richard and Andre had quite complicated feelings about their talent. To put it bluntly, they might be both happy, worried, and even There is still a little bit of fear.

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 of time, she had been thinking about whether she should grow up and graduate slowly like this, and then go through the back door to become a trainee teacher at the [Danu Military Academy], and spend her time relaxing and undisciplined in this uncontested city. Every day, everyone in the small circle went their separate ways and stayed where they were.

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.

You will not deliberately hide your talent, as if you never had it, but you will only show it when you are working, away from the storm and noise that those who care about you do not want you 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 letting the elders who care about me worry 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 records of the Black Vatican Priest in the command room on the opposite side.

Teresa suddenly realized that although she was at a high place, she was not alone.

Or to put it another way, if there are more lonely people, they will no longer be lonely.

Next to the mountain top where he 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 bone base under him that was made of corpses, hatred, resentment, blood and other countless filth. Sip the sweet despair and listen to the sweet wailing.

There is no doubt that he is the type that I hate the most. If possible, I really want to slap that handsome face and smash the disgusting bone under him.

But even so, the existence of this person still shows that he is not alone.

And another 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 his 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 shaking...

Blinking for the sixth time, he stared out the window at the snowy sky with his hands behind his hands, cold anger flashing in his eyes.

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 Theresa Tarossa.

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 Tarosa's eyes were always able to penetrate the layers of fog of war and capture something more essential. The most obvious thing was that it took her less than an hour to remove the The seemingly unremarkable battle report showed what kind of person Pastor Hei Fan was, which almost shocked Foster and Lian.

And as the confrontation with Mo Tan gradually becomes more intense, her eyes will get closer to the 'essence'.

However, perhaps the opponent was really a very easy-to-understand person. Before seeing through the essence of this battle, she actually saw the essence of the opponent first in a trance.

A mirror.

An unpretentious mirror.

Without the slightest doubt, Teresa's inhuman talent revealed the truth in an instant, a truth that, although quite limited, was 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 under certain circumstances, such as a person who has temporarily reached his 'upper limit', then this mirror will reflect Teresa Tarosha herself.

The unfailing self.

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 on it 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 smiled exactly like the one in the imaginary mirror.

I don't know why, but even though I was distracted before, 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 Tarossa blinked in confusion, and the next second, she raised her delicate hands lightly.

A moment later, 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 main unit of [Baizhan Six Type] in sequence.

The same rhythm, the same policy, the same style!

On the basis of the above, the sophistication of all operations of the Red Army... has tripled!

It's not simply that the speed or efficiency has been improved, but that the actions taken by the red team have become smoother. To give an inappropriate example, it's as if the original frame rate was only 20 frames, but suddenly stabilized at 60 frames.

At first glance, there is actually no difference, but when paired with Richard's mechanically sophisticated combat style, this level of 'optimization' becomes extremely terrifying.

…

On the other hand, Mo Tan's inner activities were far less complicated than Theresa's.

Compared with the delicate girl's heart that lasted half a chapter, this one seems much simpler.

He also wanted to win, so in order to prevent himself from losing motivation, he asked Yu Chen to cheer him up.

Then, the girl thoughtfully gave him a perfect reason——

"Winning victory for others! Hei Fan!"

That's what she said.

"As you wish, Lady~"

This is 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 with a perfect reason for victory and no baggage on his shoulders, his condition is unprecedented. 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.

…

In less than five minutes, while reweaving the supply line with extreme efficiency while continuing to maintain frontal battlefield pressure, the red troops launched three rounds of perfect [Progressive Tornado] tactics. Through the attack of a large number of troops, The coordinated attack directly crushed the Blue side's strength, which was 1.5 times her own, from the front. Teresa gave full play to her solid basic skills and completed an impeccable victory with less.

But when Yuchen stood in front of the central deduction stage again, three small positions close to the red supply line and surrounded by large armies were forcibly captured in full view of the public. More than twenty troops had always hidden themselves in The engineering troops in the blind spot of the opponent's field of vision made a large-scale detour under the cover of an entire scout group, and were thrown into the blind spot of the Red Army's intelligence network in batches. They did not show up until the audience had naturally forgotten about them. Relying on high-density firepower suppression and supporting the heavy cavalry regiment, they directly completed an incredible raid and captured it directly.

The three nails were driven 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 this kind of multi-channel parallelism must not only be constantly split, but also must always maintain response and contact tactics, which is 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 relatively simple to keep them all threatening. However, the essence of [Wolf Pack Tactics] lies in the 'variations'. To put it simply, each of the dismantled troops The separated troops must have an independent rhythm, and this rhythm must be constantly changing. Only in this way can the effectiveness 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 wolf tactics with a total of ten groups of fifty people, that is, splitting a fifty-man combat force into ten groups in a short period of time. and let them 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 directly using half an 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 the simplest general instructions, If you complete it, you will definitely destroy your own rhythm in the initial stage!

The best possibility is that the [Wolf Pack Tactics] has become the [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 and defeat without a fight!

"Gan."

Seeing helplessly the half of the group army that was divided into at least thirty 'large' troops walking like wolves in the sand table like art, La Yisi suddenly closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair with a pale face——

"I'll take it slow. You can watch the game by yourself for a while..."

Chapter 1318: End