Volume 7 Chapter 83 SM01314

"Caihuamen?!"

Everyone felt as if lightning had struck above their heads, and their expressions were distorted.

"The sound is as bright as a summer flower!" Baz still remembers the fat man's lyrical look and satisfied expression after he decided on this crazy name. According to reliable insider information, after returning to his room, the fat man laughed wildly for half an hour. Then, he burned incense and prayed, murmuring: "The founder of the generation, Tian Boguang, is here... "

Who is Tian Boguang?

Is he a mecha master? I've never heard of him.

"Honest and cute young man?!"

Looking at the fat man's shy expression, Margaret felt as if she had been struck by lightning. I really don’t want to live anymore......

How can the fat man in front of me be so honest and cute... and look like a "little husband"? !

"...Want to eat my mother's tofu, don't you?" Margaret smiled, with a blush on her cheeks and a spring in her eyebrows. The purity of the water mixed with the coquettishness of the words is enough to make any man's heart flutter. "Sir, I registered my ID yesterday..." The fat man didn't stare lustfully at the charming Margaret like others, or look away and pretend to be a gentleman, but He winked at Margaret with a beaming look on his face: "Did you know my name? Today you deliberately..."

"Damn fat man, open the door."

"What?"

"I want to see your ID registration time!"

Margaret bit her lip and snorted: "Hmph. If you dare to tease me, see how I deal with you."

"You can deal with me no matter what." The fat man said with a look of joy on his face. He opened the door happily.

Both of them have exquisite thoughts. A master at taking advantage of the situation. A few words down. Suddenly they became close friends who had known each other for many years. Talk without restraint. There is a distance between ordinary people. As if between them. It doesn't exist at all. but. Underneath the superficial intimacy. They fight openly and secretly with words and swords. But he never stopped for a moment.

When Margaret logs into the game. After seeing Fatty’s game ID and registration time. Completely speechless. If it hadn't been for this fat man, he would have known his ID. So. That’s all I can say. this world. There are really too many coincidences.

"Madam..." the fat man called cautiously.

"Mr......." Margaret glanced at the fat man charmingly.

"Madam..." The fat man looked terrified, his voice was trembling.

"Damn fat man, if you call De Yiyi so disgusting again, I will crush you to death!" Margaret's face changed.

It started when I saw this fat man at Airport No. 15. Margaret had never had the thought of playing such an ambiguous game with the fat man. If you want to play with this damn fat guy, it's best to come from other aspects. In this regard, let alone himself, even the Seiya women who dared to joke about their genitals were no match for him.

He is not the kind of little shota who blushes easily. This guy is so shameless. It has reached an outrageous level. If you play this with him, you will only get teased by him! If you have to play ambiguously. 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.

However, how could this damn fat man be so easily seduced by lust? The water for this guy is very deep!

"Oh. Stop barking. Stop barking." The fat man smiled and nodded: "Little lady."

Gritting her teeth, Margaret felt that her cultivation level was still a little low, and ignored the fat man next to her with a flattering smile on her face. She rubbed the goosebumps on her arms. While flipping through Fatty's battle records.

You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.

"Fat man. You idiot, why are you fighting so many low-level battles? Is it enjoyable?"

"A lot?" The fat man touched his head. Her eyes were blurry. "It's a low-level class command battle lasting two or three minutes. If you win ten battles, you will be promoted to platoon leader. You idiot, you won more than two hundred battles in one day, and you are still wandering around here." Margaret said blankly. Fatty glanced at him.

"It's not that our army doesn't work hard, it's that the enemy is too cunning." Fatty said frustratedly: "Every time we fight, people die. It's a huge blow to our self-confidence."

Margaret was very clear about the setting of "A Thousand Miles of Victory", and she immediately said in a dumbfounded voice: "It's enough if you win. In this game, there is no immortality..."

Margaret didn't say any more. She was stunned by the combat data of the "honest and cute little gentleman" that appeared on the screen.

At the end of more than two hundred class battles, thirty undefeated records were listed. Without a single soldier being injured or killed, Fatty won the system thirty times in a row!

How can this be?

Margaret was confused. She had never heard of anyone commanding a game through a real-time class battle with a game program without any casualties! .

Not even her grandfather, Hastings, known as the God of War, had it!

You must know that in low-level class battles, although only ten soldiers are commanded for local battles, these ten soldiers are placed in a large land battle.

Battles are randomized. It could be a formation of three fighter planes strangling enemy fighter planes during a fleet battle, or it could be a mecha squad at the forefront of an armored division trying to break through a solid defense line. It may also be an infantry squad in an infantry division, a pursuit battle or a positional battle in a complex encirclement and counter-encirclement between the enemy and ourselves, or even special forces interspersed operations behind enemy lines.

These battles all have one characteristic in common, that is, they are intense. A very short period of time, a very specific battle, and too many unpredictable things. It is difficult for you to control all battles from the perspective of command.

Hence the class battle. It is normal for casualties to occur. What the commander needs to do is to teach the soldiers how to fight. In most low-level games, the battle can be won as long as you don't make mistakes. However, that does not mean that there are no casualties!

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

As early as decades ago, someone had done experiments. After understanding that the higher the level of utilization conditions, the more powerful the computer, no one has ever challenged zero casualties.

Firstly, because it means nothing to a high-level commander, and secondly, because using a simple example like playing chess with a computer, people understand that defeating the computer may not be a problem. However, it is too difficult to completely defeat the computer without losing a single chess piece.

The rest of the words can no longer be said. He started fighting in "A Thousand Miles of Victory" at the age of twelve and rose to the rank of lieutenant general. After tens of thousands of games, Margaret has always been able to defeat the computer with zero casualties. As a basic common sense in this game. This common sense has even been verified by Hastings, because the best result Hastings had in this game when he was young was one death and one injury...

But now, common sense has been broken!

This fat man. How is it done? ! Margaret quickly forgot about "The War" that was on her mind. Click on the record of a zero-casualty battle and read it.

After one battle, she clicked on a second one. then. It's the third game...the fourth game...

"Were you responsible for the next thirty casualty-free games?!" I watched seven or eight games. Margaret raised her head and looked at the fat man and asked in disbelief.

"Isn't it me or who?" The fat man looked at Margaret's surprised eyes, his vanity suddenly swelled, and he said proudly.

"You play one more game and I'll see." Margaret said.

"I'll show it to you...you have to show it to me too." The fat man raised an eyebrow at Margaret, and received a blank stare. Then he started the game program with satisfaction and let the system A class match was randomly selected.

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

An infantry squad under the command of Fatty was responsible for cooperating with the defenders systematically to guard a position consisting of a bombed-out factory building and several trenches. A total of one infantry regiment of the defenders was stationed along the defense line where the position was located. Among them, there is a directly affiliated armored company, three infantry battalions and an artillery battalion. The attackers commanded by the system are two fully mechanized infantry regiments. The data of both sides in various aspects are roughly the same after being converted according to the formula of setting the level of offense and defense.

The battle situation is automatically generated, and Fatty's task is to complete the share that this squad should complete. Block the enemy's attack. After one of the victory conditions such as the number of opponents killed or the delay is met, the system will automatically make a judgment.

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

As the background and related combat conditions, the offensive and defensive forces of the system fought in full swing. The fighter planes in the sky, the commands and calls for support in the system channel are no different from those on the real battlefield.

The position that Fatty was in charge of was naturally attacked by the enemy.

A heavy rain of artillery fire hit the position, and a tidal wave of enemies surged towards the position. There were even enemies who came back from the captured position.

Margaret saw that no matter how fierce the battle was, Fatty's eyes never left the system condition area as soon as the game started. The subordinates were giving instructions one after another very quickly.

Under his command like a finger, ten soldiers occupied the position and strangled the computer attacking soldiers back and forth. The positions of each of them are constantly changing, and their attacks on the attacking enemies are also very precise. The firepower can often be concentrated on the enemy's key assault positions, and the artillery fire suppression is also called very accurately, without any waste. .

This is a battle counted in seconds! Every second, the battle team was changing under Fatty's command.

Margaret found that she couldn't keep up with the fat man's command. She could only focus on one aspect of the battle to confirm her judgment.

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

As she counted down, an instruction for everyone to escape into the potholes jumped up on the screen.

The next second the command was executed, the entire position was completely covered by enemy artillery fire. The violent explosion threw up countless pieces of earth and rubble, and flames rolled down the tunnel, sweeping away everything.

Margaret Earth Center. It's beating violently. It is not difficult to guess how long the enemy's artillery fire will cover.

Not to mention the information guidance from Skynet, even if not, in this low-level battle, just pay attention to the extension and transfer mode and interval time of the enemy's artillery fire, pay attention to the movements of the enemy's infantry when attacking, pay attention to the fighting situation of friendly forces in adjacent positions, pay attention to Whether own artillery is suppressed. Whether it continues, you can know the time when the enemy will cover this position with artillery fire!

However, when a squad leader is in battle, he constantly directs soldiers to change positions, directs shooting and conventional evasion, directs firepower to concentrate attacks on dense areas of the enemy, and controls the timing of the use of portable missiles and fusion grenades. When calling for air support and setting coverage coordinates for the artillery battalion in the rear, being able to accurately grasp the time to avoid enemy artillery fire coverage without wasting even a minute and a second is simply terrifying!

the most important is. This was accomplished even though the connection between Fatty’s instructions was unreasonable! In terms of specific combat command, some instructions are given in no particular order. Repeated conflicts made Margaret want to pull this guy out of the simulation cabin.

A minute later, something even more shocking occurred to Margaret.

As the enemy's attack was frustrated, the desperate enemy launched a forced attack. Under the cover of artillery fire, six soldiers quickly rushed to the position, among them. An enemy soldier carrying a man-portable missile. Hidden behind the wreckage of a destroyed mecha, there is an energy machine gun installation point on the battlefield. A missile was launched.

With a command appearing at the critical moment, this missile. It failed.

The machine gunner in charge and the deputy beside him turned a corner in the hole with the machine gun in hand, barely stopping to pull the trigger, and easily relied on the bulletproof wall to escape this almost fatal attack. Before that, their sights were all focused in another direction. The only thing that could allow them to escape the attack was the command given by the fat man!

Margaret didn't know how Fatty discovered the enemy's attack location during the already dazzling battle. All she knew was that evasive instructions like this were everywhere in Fatty's entire command.

In most cases, the evasions that the soldiers performed under orders many times seemed redundant. Even if there was no evasion, they did not encounter any fatal blow. However, when Fatty discovered any possible danger, he took the trouble to issue this almost wordy and lengthy instruction. In the end, when the portable missile attacked this time, it had a miraculous effect.

Margaret did not stop Fatty's non-technical action because she discovered that even though the soldiers were constantly running to evade, their defensive strength on the position had not been reduced.

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

With a crisp electronic sound, the squad commanded by Fatty won the victory determined by the system without any casualties!

Margaret looked through the data over and over again, recalling the entire battle. For a moment, I didn't even know how to describe my feelings.

She could tell that this fat man was an absolute rookie when it came to the most basic command skills. The deployment and use of combat power in battle, the connection of tactics, and even the wording and order of instructions are all in a mess. However, he just defeated the computer. Among them, in addition to his unconstrained tactical imagination, the most important thing is his ability to take advantage of conditions at the same time! Once he receives professional training, his impeccable control and unparalleled foresight will be enough to make him a famous general.

No wonder, grandpa would let himself pay attention to this person. He really has something special about him. If necessary.........then, this person is really a candidate that cannot be ignored.

Shouldn't I teach him something? .

The fat man looked at Margaret expectantly. After waiting for a long time, he did not see any praise or exclamation from the frowning beautiful woman. He was about to show his unhappy face to Margaret, but he saw her smiling brightly at him.

"Fat man, you are playing a platoon-level game, and I will talk to you about tactics and techniques." Margaret's smile was sweet, and what she said was exactly what Fatty wanted. But somehow, when I saw Margaret's smiling face. The fat man felt like his whole heart was trembling.

What is this little vixen plotting against him? !

One is dedicated to learning and the other is dedicated to teaching. There was a tacit understanding between the two of them out of nowhere. Stayed in the room until afternoon. Platoon-level battles, one after another.

"Instructions should be concise and to the point. In a situation like this, you should say this..."

"When ordering these soldiers to move positions and prevent the enemy from making a detour, you must first make position adjustment instructions. Otherwise, without personnel to fill in, the firepower intensity of the position will be reduced. Especially when the enemy is charging head-on, The fire pressure is reduced, and even if their detour is unsuccessful, it still has an effect..."

"Fighter combat. There are two hundred basic tactical terms, and the most commonly used ones are thirty..."

"Wrong...you shouldn't directly invest in reserve forces. Your armored forces can hold on for a while, so investing in reserve forces at this time is not in line with maximizing combat interests."

Margaret's voice often comes to mind at critical moments.

Fatty accepted this information without hesitation. Work hard to understand the transformation and use it immediately in the game. He discovered that these instructions, which had been honed over thousands of times in human wars, had gone through countless demonstrations of techniques, tactical connection methods, key points in controlling the execution of combat plans, and the command efficiency of commanders. It is improved exponentially.

The fat man looks like a sponge. Margaret's heart was rapidly absorbing the techniques she explained. It was extremely shocking.

She had seen this fat man before. The best student.

There is no sentence that needs to be repeated a second time. As long as the problem is mentioned, this fat man will never make the same mistake again. Whether it was infantry, mechas, or even space battles, he could handle similar problems by applying the techniques taught to him.

Margaret could even clearly feel that Fatty's command was maturing!

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

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

It was myself who completed one of the processes with my own hands.

In this room, on this sunny day. The magic fortress is taking shape bit by bit.

"Beep!"

Fatty's communicator suddenly rang.

"Audrey, what's going on..." The fat man turned on the communicator in his busy schedule. After only listening to a few words, the movements in his hands stopped.

"What's wrong?" Margaret asked in confusion when the fat man stopped playing and looked back at her.

Old Klaus, that is the God of Wealth of the bandit army!

The arrogant fat man had a face that belonged to the curtain. He put it down immediately: "Colonel Margaret, your army has arrested a citizen of Leray Federation. Coincidentally, this person is from the Ministry of Finance of Leray Federation." Official. I am unreasonable, please put me back immediately!"

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

After a while, Margaret brushed the long hair around her ears with her hands and smiled sweetly. "Fuck you, your man was caught. What does it have to do with me? I've been staying with you all day. Silly fat man, have you ever been kicked in the head by a donkey?"

Huh? The fat man glared at Margaret. This bitch is quite fierce.

He didn't know that Margaret was the granddaughter of Hastings, and he didn't even know that this little witch was famous among the wealthy and high-ranking officials for her fierceness and quick change of attitude. !

The unlucky guy who tried to drug her back then, the second before his life was taken away, was still talking and laughing with the blushing and shy Margaret in the eyes of everyone with envy. None of the dozen or so people surrounding her saw any sign of going mad in Margaret, who looked like an elegant lady.

That kick was completed suddenly. Margaret listened to the unfortunate fellow with a smile. Suddenly it was a kick. The high heels stepped directly on the guy's lifeblood. .

Next, in front of all the well-dressed and polite party guests, this princess-like beauty in an evening dress became the eldest sister of a street gangster. The noble and elegant temperament combined with the foul words in his mouth and the coquettish charm of the world make people stunned and dazzled.

Everyone knows that this little witch never plays by the rules. I am never bound by any upbringing and interests, I can say whatever I want and do whatever I want. All praises or insults, slanders or compliments are nothing to her. In front of hundreds of upper-class members, she suddenly turned against her and called herself grandma. Calling people bastards and idiots and killing people's lives is just one of her wanton behaviors.

No matter whether she is facing a high-ranking official, a rich man or her own uncle, as long as she is angered, her face will be affected. One second it may be sunny and windy, and the next second there may be lightning and thunder. Change as you say. No face given at all.

This is in the same vein as Hastings, who is quick to turn against others and has thunderous tactics. Grandfather and grandson are simply of the same virtue.

The fat man was in a daze. Margaret also didn't expect that this damn fat man's face would change faster than hers. Just a few dozen seconds ago, I was trying my best to guide him. result. This guy fell out when he received the news. Don't show mercy and burn bridges when crossing rivers. Turning against others is simply outrageous!

I am always a bit transitional. This guy has no transition at all.

"Oh!" The fat man rolled up his sleeves: "Are you challenging me?"

"Want to hit me? Hit me, hit me." Margaret puffed out her chest, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she spoke with a lightning-like kick under her feet.

"Wow, you kicked my little brother?" The fat man was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat.

"Damn fat man, you can hide quickly. Let go of my feet. "Smelly woman, don't even think about running away today, I'll trade you for it! "

"Help, help! Woo..."

"Smelly bitch, I want to deal with you today. How dare you use this trick..."

"Brother Fatty, no spanking is allowed. I didn't catch the person. I can just ask them to let him go when I find time. Do you still want to spank him in this round?"

"Fight... By the way, what should I give the order next?"

"Fat man, my feet were scratched blue by you, you have to compensate me."

"Get out of here, stop talking to me. You want breasts but not breasts, you want butt but not butt."

"Okay, damn fat man, just wait."

"Whatever you want, crazy woman."

"Asshole. After this round, it's your turn to teach me mecha fighting. By the way, what's your name in the war?"

"My name is S..." When the words came to his lips, the fat man suddenly woke up. In the flames of war, he was just a rat crossing the street. It was okay if this woman spread him around. He immediately changed his words. : "Why are you asking so many questions? Anyway, you will be the one to fight, not me!"

"I heard that you picked nine mecha halls here. If you can help me take revenge, I..."

"Don't promise me your body. If you are really hungry and thirsty, the most I can do is touch it for you. I will treat it as a life-saving measure."

"But, I like to tie you up...with whips and wax...brother Fatty."

"Get out!"

"Okay, okay, it's time to change the game. Help me get revenge!"

"Who provoked you? Look at the way you are gnashing your teeth."

"Who else... **01314 That bastard who suffered a thousand cuts!"

"Who?" The fat man trembled in fright.

"Don't you know, that guy is back again! In the flames of war, there are rivers of blood!" I got up early in the morning to write before I finished writing. Don't slap me in the face, everyone. .