This time, he saw the map with his own consciousness, still presented in a game mode that he was familiar with.

There is no need to change other modes, this is the most familiar mode of expression in his subconscious, otherwise it would not have been presented at the first glance of waking up.

Just treat this as a real-time strategy game, someone has already helped him probe the opponent's strength and distribution map, which is equivalent to opening the perspective hanging, people who have played real-time strategy games, should know how powerful the perspective hanging, intelligence is the most important in strategy, and with intelligence you can control the opportunity.

The only problem is that his forces are unproductive, he can't control his race to take gold mines and wood to build buildings and train classes like he does in Warcraft, and he has very limited forces at his disposal.

Although it is limited, it is not weak, and they are all late-stage combat units.

"So what are you going to do?" Someone in the communicator asked: "We have already scouted the map, so many monsters, if we don't use hydrogen bombs, even it will be difficult for us to deal with them, missiles and bullets are very precious, so if we can't make sure that the action will be beneficial to us, we will not send combat units." ”

"Do you still have helicopters on the eastern fringe?"

Kyungwon's gaze was gathered there, and there was a wave of monsters rushing to the front.

"There were two helicopter gunships shooting at an altitude of 3,000 meters."

"Then please see, didn't you promise me before? So please take a look. ”

Jing Yuan hung up the phone and looked at Da Yun'er on the side.

During the conversation with HSA, she remained quiet, not speaking or breathing, as if she had been transformed into a stone statue.

She didn't want to be exposed to the human eye, after all, she killed the other party's pilots and soldiers, and if she was recognized and found to be next to Kyungwon, HSA wouldn't give any more credit.

"Look what I'm doing, do it." Da Yun'er shrugged.

Although she didn't say anything, she sat next to Kyungwon and heard all the conversations, and she saw the pictures too, so she should understand what was going on.

It means that if everyone is still paddling and fishing with nothing to do, then something is really going to happen.

There is going to be a big incident, so big that the company closes down, and all the employees live on the streets, being bullied and beaten by outsiders.

This is the end of paddling, no one does anything practical, and sooner or later it will be over.

As the candidate for the prime minister of the enterprise, Jingyuan must stand up at this time, make good use of the "connections" and "channels" in his hands, and find a way to make the company close down later.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank as if he had passed through a bubble of water floating in the hollow, sinking into the deep sea without relying on the sound of the tide surging.

Once again, he was connected to the sea of data made up of the stream of consciousness, which was also his consciousness space, where he was God, and he had whatever he wanted.

A computer appeared in front of him, a brand new 32-inch black curved screen monitor, an ergonomic gaming chair, a mechanical keyboard with a heavy mouse.

Very familiar equipment,The Internet café he used to go to,There is this configuration,It wasn't like this when he was in elementary school,When he was in elementary school, it was a big-headed display screen with a very bad feel of the original keyboard,But then all the black Internet cafes went out of business,The new Internet cafes,All use good computers and good equipment,Decoration is like a café。

This is the most expensive machine in the Internet café, it costs eight yuan an hour, and he has only sat once or twice, the first time he didn't know to sit there, and the second time he didn't have a seat, so he couldn't do it.

Sitting in the gaming chair, holding the mouse, no need to click, the game screen appears on the screen.

This time it's the game interface of Warcraft 3 The Frozen Throne, and although he hasn't played it for a long time, he still remembers what the interface was roughly like.

This was his first real-time strategy game, when he was in junior high school and his family bought him a laptop.

He plays a pirated stand-alone machine, almost never fought against anyone, every time he calls a few computers as opponents, his favorite thing to do is to develop his head, a whole game is in the wild cutting trees, crazy mining, crazy population, crazy soldiers.

Sometimes if the computer difficulty is raised, he will lose very badly, so he will open a map by himself, without opponents, and develop in the map for a long time, and use all the trees and all the gold mines to upgrade buildings, create the highest level of troops, and train racial heroes.

When he was ready, he took a large group of troops to fight with the wolf cubs in the wolf den next door, and then emptied the wild monsters in a nest.

When he was in junior high school, he thought it was very refreshing, and he liked the feeling of stuffy development.

It's like a kobold in League of Legends, kobold kills a creep with Q skills, and the damage can be permanently increased, and every kobold player's dream is to farm safely and soundly, and every time a Q dies a creep, they will feel very happy.

I remember when League of Legends didn't have a training mode, he drove a stand-alone machine, stacked kobold Q skills for more than an hour, and then tried to fight the wild monsters to see how many layers could kill the dragon with a Q.

Looking back on these times when he was alone, he did not feel lonely, but felt very happy, which was the purest happiness.

But come to think of it, that kind of happiness is far from him.

Sitting in this gaming chair, he took a moment to reminisce about his past and shook his head.

He is synchronizing the map on the screen with the consciousness of the large fungus, and although he can't see multiple areas at the same time, he can't multitask, but he just needs to lock the first-person perspective of the game and replace it with a real-time strategy game with a god's perspective.

He didn't need to look at what's going on outside, he just needed to use the information on the map and the feedback from the fungi to manipulate them.

He then used his mouse to frame the nearest few fungi, select their units, and instruct them to move towards their target location.

Outside the screen, in the pouring rain, huge shadows sleep in the lower layers of the ruins.

The rubble of the buildings that collapsed due to the earthquake buried them, and the cement and broken steel bars pressed against their bodies, did not make them harmed.

They are still asleep, and unless there is a strong stimulus, they will fall into a deep sleep in order to reduce their energy consumption, and not even an earthquake can wake them up.

They are like plants, they have no self-consciousness and only move by instinct, but at this moment there is another complex consciousness connected to their dull spirit, which drives them to their feet.

With a rumbling sound, in the rain and mist, the hazy phantom of the giant beast stood up, and the fragments of the building slipped from their bodies, and they moved in the same direction, slowly, but steadily.

(End of chapter)