"Flower Gate?!"

All the people felt that the sky was thundering overhead, and their expressions were distorted.

"The sound is like a summer flower!" Buzz still remembers the lyrical look and contented expression after the fat man made the final decision and decided on this crazy name. According to reliable inside sources, after returning to his own room, the fat man laughed maniacally for half an hour, and then, burning incense and praying, muttered: "The patriarch of the first generation, Tian Boguang, is on top"

Who is Tian Boguang?

A generation of mecha grandmasters, haven't heard of it?

"Honest and cute little Lang-kun?!"

Looking at the dead fat man's shy expression, Margaret only felt as if she had been struck by ninety-nine eighty-one heavenly thunderbolts. I really don't want to live

Just the fat man in front of him, where is there any honest and cute appearance of "Xiao Langjun"?!

"Do you want to eat Lao Niang's tofu?" Margaret smiled, her cheeks flushed, and her eyebrows were full of spring. The purity of the water spirit mixed with the wind and dust between the words is enough to make any man's heart pound. "Master, I registered my ID yesterday" The fat man didn't stare at the charming Margaret or the lust like others, or look away and pretend to be a gentleman, but threw a flattering look at Margaret with a happy face: "Do you know my name, deliberately today"

"Dead fatty. Open the door. ”

"What for?"

"I want to see when your ID is registered!"

Margaret bit her lip and snorted, "Hmph, if you dare to tease me." See how I clean you up. ”

"I can clean up as much as I want." The fat man's face was full of spring, and he opened the door happily.

Both of them are exquisitely thoughtful. A master of acting on the spot, after a few words, he suddenly became a confidant friend who had been friends for many years, and he talked freely. The distance between ordinary people, as if between them, does not exist at all. However, under the superficial closeness, there is a fierce fight. But it never stopped.

When Margaret logged into the game and saw the fat man's game ID and registration time, she was completely speechless. If it weren't for the fact that this fat man knew his ID earlier, then it can only be said that there are too many coincidences in this world.

"Lady," the fat man called cautiously.

"Lang Jun" Margaret glanced at the fat man charmingly.

The "lady" looked like a fat man with a distraught face, and her voice was trembling.

"Dead fatty, you're screaming so disgusting. The old lady pinched you to death! Margaret's face changed.

Ever since she saw the fat man at Airport 15, Margaret had never had the idea of playing such an ambiguous game with the fat man. To play this fat man, it's better to come from something else. In this regard, don't talk about yourself, even the Seya women who dare to joke about their genitals with their mouths open and closed. Nor is it his opponent.

He's not the kind of little Shota who blushes at every turn. This guy's shamelessness. It's outrageous. Playing this with him is only for the sake of being teased by him! If you are forced to play ambiguous. Apart from giving him a basin of cold water when his heart was shaking, Margaret could think of no other way to restrain the fat man.

But. How could this dead fat man be so easily imbued with souls, this guy, the water is very deep!

"Oh. Don't scream, don't scream," the fat man smiled and nodded: "Little lady." ”

Gritting her teeth, Margaret felt that her cultivation was still a little shallow, ignoring the fat man with a flattering smile on her face, she rubbed the goosebumps on her arm while flipping through the fat man's battle records.

I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it.

"Fatty, you idiot, why are you fighting so many low-level battles? Isn't it enjoyable? ”

"A lot?" The fat man touched his head, his eyes were confused, "Two or three minutes of low-level squad command battles, win ten games and you can be promoted to platoon commander, you idiot won more than two hundred battles a day, and you are still hanging around here." Margaret gave the fat man a blank look.

"It's not that our army doesn't work hard, it's that the enemy army is too cunning." The fat man said dejectedly: "Every time you fight, you have to die, it's too hard to beat your self-confidence." ”

Margaret couldn't be clearer about the setting of the decisive victory, and immediately said with a smile: "You just win, in this game, there is no immortality"

Margaret didn't say any more, and she was stunned by the battle stats of "Honest and Cute Little Lang Jun" that appeared on the screen.

At the end of more than 200 class battles, there are 30 total victories. Without a single soldier casualty, the fat man, won thirty games in a row!

How is this possible?

Margaret was a little dazed. She had never heard of anyone who had passed a real-time battle command game with a class of game programs with no casualties!

Even her grandfather, Hastings, known as the god of war, didn't have one!

You must know that in the low-level class battle, although only ten soldiers are commanded to fight locally, these ten people are placed in a large battle.

The campaign is random. It could be a strangulation between a formation of three fighters and enemy fighters in a fleet battle, or it could be a mecha squad in an armored division trying to break through a strong defensive line and launch a charge at the front. It may also be an infantry squad in an infantry division, a chase or positional battle in a mixed encirclement and counter-encirclement, or even a special forces behind enemy lines.

These battles all have a common characteristic. That's intense. Very short, very specific battles. There are so many things unpredictable that it's hard to put yourself in the driver's shoes. Take control of all the battles.

Therefore, it is normal for there to be casualties in class battles. What the commander needs to do is instruct the soldiers on how to fight, and most low-level games can win the battle as long as they don't make mistakes. However, that doesn't mean there aren't a single casualty!

It is impossible to defeat the computer with zero casualties. It has become the consensus of all players who enter this game.

Decades ago, there were experiments that no one challenged zero casualties after understanding that the higher the conditions of use, the more powerful the computer.

First, because it doesn't mean much to a senior commander, and second, because people understand it by a simple example of playing chess with a computer. There may be nothing wrong with beating the computer, but it's too difficult to beat the computer without losing a single piece.

The rest of the words are beyond words. Since the age of twelve, he has been fighting in "A Thousand Miles". All the way up to lieutenant general. After tens of thousands of games, Margaret has always won against the computer without zero casualties. As a basic common sense in this game. This common sense has even been verified by Hastings. Because, Hastings' record in this game when he was young, the best result was one death and one injury

But now, common sense has been broken!

How did you do it?! Margaret quickly forgot about the "Flames of War" in her heart, and clicked on the record of a battle with zero casualties.

After one battle, she clicked on the second. Then, the third and fourth games

"The next thirty zero-casualty games were played by you?!" After watching seven or eight games, Margaret looked up at the fat man and asked incredulously.

"Who am I or not?" The fat man looked at Margaret's surprised gaze, and his vanity suddenly swelled, and he said proudly.

"I'll see if you play another game." Margaret said.

"Mine has been shown to you, and you have to show it to me." The fat man raised half of his eyebrows at Margaret in exchange for a roll of his eyes, and then he was satisfied with the game program, and let the system randomly choose a class game.

In this game, the battlefield is the eastern outskirts of a giant city.

Fat Man commanded an infantry squad that was responsible for cooperating with the systematic defending troops, guarding a section of the ground consisting of a factory building that had been blown up and several trenches. The defensive line, where the position was located, was garrisoned by a total of one infantry regiment of the defenders. Among them, there is a direct armored company, three infantry battalions and an artillery battalion. The attacking side under the command of the system was two fully mechanized infantry regiments. The data of the two sides in all aspects, after converting according to the formula for setting the level of attack and defense, is about the same.

The battle situation is automatically generated, and the task of the fat man is to complete the share that this class should complete. Block enemy attacks. After one of the victory conditions is achieved, such as the number of opponents killed or the time of delay, the system will automatically determine the victory.

The battle was fierce from the start. Gunsmoke and guns were thundering.

As a background and related combat conditions, the troops of the two sides of the system attacked and defended, and the fight was in full swing. The fighters in the sky, the command sound in the system channel, and the call for help are no different from the real battlefield.

The position that the fat man was responsible for was naturally attacked by the enemy as a matter of course.

Torrential artillery fire fell on the position, and the enemy poured into the position. There are even enemies who have taken a detour from the captured positions on the side.

Margaret saw that no matter how fierce the battle was, at the beginning of the game, the fat man's eyes never left the system condition zone. Subordinates, one after another, are giving orders at a rapid pace.

Under his command, ten soldiers, occupying positions, strangled back and forth with the attacking soldiers of the computer. The position of each of them is constantly changing, and the strikes against the attacking enemy are also very accurate. Firepower, often able to concentrate on the enemy's key assault positions, artillery suppression, but also called very accurately, without a little waste.

It's a battle measured in seconds! Every second, the battle team changes under the command of the fat man.

Margaret found that she couldn't keep up with the fat man's commanding rhythm at all. She could only stare at one aspect of the battle situation to confirm her judgment.

"Three, two, one!" Margaret calculated in her mind.

As she counted down, an order for everyone to go into the pit and dodge. Jumped on the screen.

One second below the ground where the command was executed, the entire position. was completely covered by enemy fire. The explosion exploded violently, whipping up countless pieces of dirt and rubble. Flames rolled down the tunnel, sweeping everything.

Margaret's heart was beating violently. It is not difficult to guess the time of the enemy's artillery coverage.

Not to mention the information guidance of Skynet, even if there is none, in this kind of low-level battle, as long as you pay attention to the way and interval of the enemy's artillery fire, and pay attention to the movement of the enemy's infantry when attacking. Pay attention to the friendly battle situation of the adjacent position, pay attention to whether your artillery is suppressed, whether it is continuous, and you can know how long the enemy has covered this position!

However, as a squad leader, in battle, he constantly directs the soldiers to change positions, directs shooting and conventional evasion, and directs fire to concentrate strikes on the enemy's dense areas. Timing MANPADS and fusion grenades, calling for air support, and setting coverage coordinates for artillery battalions in the rear can be so precise that they don't even waste a minute or a second. This can only be described as terrible!

Most importantly. This is still done when the fat man's instructions are not reasonable! In terms of specific combat command, there is no distinction between the precedence of some directives. The repetition of the conflict made Margaret want to pull this guy out of the simulation cabin.

A minute later. Something that shocked Margaret even more was arose.

As the enemy's attack was thwarted, the enemy desperately launched a forced attack. Under the cover of artillery fire, six soldiers rushed to the position, among them, an enemy soldier carrying a portable missile, hiding behind the wreckage of a destroyed mecha, fired a missile at the energy machine gun erection point of the position.

As a command appeared at the last moment, this missile actually failed.

The machine gunner and his lieutenant beside him turned around the pothole with the machine gun, barely stopped pulling the trigger, and easily dodged the near-nilly attack by leaning on the bulletproof wall. And before that, their eyes were focused on the other direction, and the only thing that could keep them out of the attack was the order given by the fat man!

Margaret didn't know how the fat man had discovered this attack from the enemy in the already dazzling battle. She only knew that evasive instructions like this were permeated by the fat man's entire command.

In most cases, the evasion carried out by the soldiers under the command many times seems redundant. Even if they didn't dodge, they didn't encounter any fatal blows. However, the fat man took the trouble to give such long-winded and lengthy instructions when he found any possible danger, and finally, when the MANPADS attacked, it worked wonders.

Margaret did not stop the fat man's non-technical maneuver, because she found that even though the soldiers were constantly running to evade, their defensive strength in the position did not decrease because of this.

Two soldiers narrowly escaped death. The enemy's attack has finally weakened irreversibly.

With a crisp electronic sound, the squad commanded by the fat man won the victory of the system judgment without casualties!

Margaret looked at the data over and over again, remembering how the battle had been. For a while, I didn't know how to describe my feelings.

She could see that in terms of the most basic command skills, this fat man was an absolute rookie. The configuration and use of combat effectiveness in battle, the cohesion of tactics, and even the wording and order of orders issued are all in a mess. However, he was better than the computer. Among them, in addition to his unbridled tactical imagination, the most important thing is his ability to take advantage of conditions at the same time! Once he was professionally trained, he showed watertight control and unattainable foresight that made him a generational player.

No wonder, the Grandpa would let himself pay attention to this person. He really has something special. If needed, then this person is really a person who should not be ignored.

Shouldn't you teach him something well?

The fat man looked at Margaret expectantly, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't see the beautiful woman frowning to give any praise and exclamation. He was about to show Margaret an unhappy face. saw her smile at herself.

"Fatty, you play a platoon-level game. I'll talk to you about tactical tricks. Margaret's smile was sweet and spoken. That's exactly what the fat man wants. But somehow, as soon as he saw Margaret's smiling face, the fat man felt that his heart was trembling.

What is this little vixen calculating about himself?!

One has a heart to learn, and the other has a heart to teach. Between the two, there was a tacit understanding out of nothing. Stay in the room until the afternoon. Platoon-level games, fought one game after another.

"Directives should be issued concisely and to the point. In a situation like this, you should say so."

"When ordering these fighters to move their positions and prevent the enemy from making a detour, you must first make a position adjustment order, otherwise, if there are no personnel to fill it, it will lead to a decrease in the intensity of the position's fire. Especially when the enemy is charging head-on, the pressure of fire is reduced, even if their detour is unsuccessful. It also had an effect."

"In fighter combat, there are 200 basic ground tactical terms, and the most commonly used ones are 30"

"Wrong, you shouldn't have put in the reserves directly, your armored forces can hold out for a while. At this time, reserve forces are put in. It is not in line with the maximization of operational benefits. ”

Margaret's voice came to my ears at critical moments.

The fat man accepted this information without hesitation. Work hard to understand the transformation and use it immediately in the game. He found. These directives, which have been tempered thousands of times in human warfare, have been demonstrated countless times, the tactics are linked, and the main points of the implementation and control of the combat plan have multiplied the efficiency of the commander's command.

Seeing the fat man like a sponge, quickly absorbing the skills he explained, Margaret's heart was extremely shocked.

This fat man is the best student she has ever seen.

There is not a single sentence that needs to be repeated a second time. As long as the question is said, this fat man will never make the same mistake again. Whether it's infantry or mecha, or even space combat, he can draw inferences from the techniques he has taught him to deal with similar problems.

Margaret, even able to clearly feel that the fat man's command, is maturing!

Yes, it's the feeling of gathering sand into a tower, and finally magically condensing into a castle made of bluestone steel beams. These command skills were his catalyst.

Margaret didn't know what this fat man had experienced in the war, nor did she know what kind of guidance Russell's student had received from Russell, she only knew that she was fortunate to see the birth of a future famous general.

It was I who completed one of the processes by myself.

In this room, on this sunny day. Magic fortress, in a little bit of formation.

"Beep!"

The fat man's communicator suddenly sounded.

"Audrey, what's the matter" The fat man turned on the communicator in his busy schedule. After only two sentences, the movements in his hands stopped.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that the fat man stopped the game and looked back at herself, Margaret asked in confusion.

Old Klaus, that's the God of Wealth of the bandits!

The wolf-hearted fat man's face belonged to the curtain, and he put it down when he said to put it down: "Colonel Margaret, your army has arrested a citizen of my Leray Federation, and coincidentally, this is an official of the Ministry of Finance of my Leray Federation. I'm unreasonable, hurry up and put Lao Tzu back! ”

There was a dead silence in the room, and the two men stared at each other.

After a long while, Margaret brushed her long hair from her ear and smiled. "Fuck you, your people have been arrested, what's the matter with the old lady, the old lady stays with you all day. Silly fatty, you've been kicked in the head by a donkey, haven't you? ”

Hey? The fat man glared at Margaret. This is spicy enough.

He didn't know that Margaret was Hastings's granddaughter, and he didn't know that this little witch was so spicy and unscrupulous and changed her face so quickly, she was already famous in the circle of high-ranking officials and wealthy children of Feiyang!

At the beginning, the unlucky guy who tried to lay it on her. A second before he was abolished, he was still in the eyes of envy and jealousy from everyone. And Margaret, blushing and shy, talked and laughed. The dozen or so people around him didn't see Margaret in an elegant and ladylike demeanor. There are any signs of a madness.

That kick was done all of a sudden. Margaret laughed as she listened to the unfortunate bastard's words, and suddenly there was a kick. The high heels kicked directly on the guy's lifeline.

Next, in front of all the well-dressed and polite party guests, this princess-like beauty in an evening dress becomes the eldest sister of a street hooligan. The noble and elegant temperament with the foul words in the mouth and the charm of the wind and dust make people stunned and dizzy.

Everybody knows. This little witch never plays cards according to the rules, and she is never bound by any upbringing interests, she can say whatever she wants, and she can do whatever she wants. All praise or insults, denigration or flattery, are clouds to her. In front of hundreds of members of high society, he suddenly turned his face. Calling herself an old lady and grandmother, scolding people as bastards and stupid, and killing other people's lives, is just one of her various wanton acts.

No matter whether she is facing a high-ranking official or an uncle, as long as she is angered. Her face. One second it was a beautiful day, and the next second it could be lightning and thunder. Change is what you say. Don't give any face.

This is the same as Hastings, who is quick to turn his face and thunderous in his means. It's in the same vein. The grandfather and grandson are simply a virtue.

The fat man was a little stunned. Margaret also didn't expect that the dead fat man's face would change faster than herself. Just a few dozen seconds ago, he bothered to guide him as much as possible, but when he received a message, this guy turned his face. is not emotional, crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, turning his face and not recognizing people, it is simply outrageous!

I always have a little transition, and this guy doesn't transition at all.

"Yo he!" The fat man rolled up his sleeves: "Isn't it okay to argue with Lao Tzu?" ”

"Want to hit me? Hit, you hit. Margaret puffed up her chest, her eyes were silky, and she spoke with a lightning kick under her feet.

"Wow, you're kicking my little brother?" The fat man was shocked into a cold sweat.

"Dead fatty, count yourself on hiding quickly. Let go of my feet. "Stinky woman, don't think about running today, Lao Tzu will exchange you!"

"Help, help! Woo"

"Stinky woman, Lao Tzu wants to clean you up today, and he dares to use this trick"

"Fat brother, don't spank, it's not me who grabs the ground, I'll just tell them to let it go when I find time. Are you still playing this game? ”

"That's right, how should I give orders next?"

"Fatty, my feet are all scratched by you, you have to compensate me."

"Fuck off, don't discharge with me. To have no breasts, to have butts without butts. ”

"Okay, dead fatty, you wait."

"Whatever you want, madwoman."

"Bastard. After this game, it's time for you to teach me mecha fighting. By the way, what are you called in the midst of the war? ”

"My name is s" came to his mouth, and the fat man suddenly woke up, and his own ID, in the flames of war, it was a rat crossing the street, and it was spread out by this woman, and it was okay, so he immediately changed his words: "Why do you ask so much, anyway, it will be you who will fight, and I will fight!" ”

"I heard that you picked nine mecha halls here, if you can help me get revenge, I"

"Don't promise yourself, if you are really hungry and thirsty, I will help you touch it at most, and the right is to save the life and help the wounded."

"However, I like to tie you up with a leather whip and wax fat brother."

"Fuck off!"

"Alright, alright, it's time to change the game. Help me get my revenge! ”

"Whoever provoked you, look at the way you gritted your teeth."

"Who else can S01314 that bastard with a thousand cuts!"

"Who?" The fat man shuddered with fright.

"Don't you know, that guy, he's back! Now in the midst of the war, blood is flowing like a river! "I didn't finish writing, so I got up early in the morning and wrote the ground. Don't slap your face, everyone. qidin, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading! )