Quadruple split

"A simple L-shaped formation."

Li Chagan laughed and said lightly: "The vertical one on the left cuts off the connection between our position and the friendly forces, and the horizontal one at the bottom blocks Lamorlock's already empty space that is almost broken by a touch. position."

Miranda frowned, turned the notebook in her hand forward a few pages, frowned and said: "I bought a preliminary map of the game from the Wanderer Hotel. According to the situation recorded above, if it is pulled Morlock did abandon his position and exported most of his forces to the central area of ​​the battlefield. To the blue side, the situation looked like...well..."

"Overwhelming disadvantage?"

Richard laughed, nodded slightly and said: "Yes, that's the fact. Young lady, you have very keen observation, very clear thinking, and a good view of the overall situation. To be honest...compared to reporters, I think you You can definitely consider the military path."

Miranda stuck out her tongue and whispered coyly: "I have considered it, but I am afraid of hardship and have poor ability to withstand stress, so..."

"Haha, in terms of ability to withstand pressure, no one at the top of the coalition forces at that time was worse than that guy Hei Fan. As for Ms. Theresa... after leaving the command room, he was not as good as our military god."

Richard made a face, and then his expression suddenly became a little stiff: "Of course, the prerequisite for saying that Hei Fan's mentality is bad is that His Highness Wangyu is not involved, otherwise... sigh."

He rubbed his cheeks with lingering fear, his face turned a little blue.

Miranda opened her mouth, obviously wanting to ask something off-topic, something that could be read as tidbits, but she finally suppressed her desire, turned to look at the balcony, and changed the topic rationally: " Therefore, Lamorlock’s decision at the time seemed unwise at a macro level, and could even be said to be a serious mistake.”

"Haha, Buddy and I have studied this issue before."

Richard smiled, leaned forward slightly and glanced at the booklet in Miranda's hand: "Want to know the results?"

Miranda nodded immediately.

"That was not a mistake, because the prerequisite for a mistake is 'unintentional', but Lamorlock's behavior was 'intentional', 100% intentional."

Richard yawned a little tiredly, and his sharp eyes gradually became cloudy: "Of course, as you said, from a macro perspective, Lamorlock's decision was certainly not wise enough, but the problem is, at that time, In that game, the combat goal of both players was to 'defend our own position', in other words..."

Miranda looked down at the notebook in her hand and murmured: "In other words, for Lamorlock, the real victory conditions have nothing to do with whether the blue team wins or loses. As far as that game is concerned, as long as It is enough to defeat your position, Mr. Richard."

"yes."

Richard narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed: "While Lamorlock blocked my position and intercepted my scouts, he sent three sets of false battle reports in batches to the blue team's forward command. Without being able to obtain any specific information, he lied about the roundabout position of our main force, opened several gaps in the process, and forcibly turned the high ground where I was into a strategic point."

Miranda stopped writing in astonishment and stared blankly at the old man in front of her who was pretending to be asleep: "Fake battle report...lying about the location of the main force? This..."

"If it weren't for a simulated confrontation, the consequence of this would be that even if the blue team eventually wins the battle, Lamorlock will be sent to a military court for trial. Even in a simulated confrontation, this kind of operation will make him A large number of extra points were deducted after the match results were decided.”

Richard smiled lazily and said softly: "But so what? He will not really be sent to a military court, because that game ended directly after my position was completely lost. He also He doesn’t mind being deducted a lot of points, because no matter what, his grades will never be lower than mine if he achieves his strategic goals.”

"What's the point of this?!"

Miranda bit her silver teeth lightly and frowned and said: "Why did he do this? Obviously... I'm sorry, Mr. Richard, but as you said, even if he plays the game in an ordinary way, there is still a big difference. Probability wins, right?”

Richard smiled kindly and winked at Miranda, who had a tight face: "You are such a considerate child. Well, as you said, it doesn't matter even if he doesn't choose such an extreme method. As long as Lamorlock wants to, he can kill me cleanly, and as far as I know, he is not the kind of person who will do anything specifically for the effect of the show."

Miranda didn't answer, just nodded slightly.

"Let's get straight to the conclusion. Under the guidance of Lamorlock, the blue team, which received wrong intelligence, chose to advance directly. However, my direct troops who had just completed the transformation of their positions at that time were isolated for a long time because of the intelligence, and their morale almost dropped to the freezing point. , so it can be said that it broke when touched."

Richard poured himself a third cocktail, ignored the two cold glances on the balcony, and grinned at Miranda: "There are more details, such as how Lamo Locke got into [Hundred Battles Six Types] 】There are loopholes, such as the blue side who received false information will probably lose the war in the end, etc. Of course I can tell you this, but..."

Miranda subconsciously answered: "It's just what?"

Richard smiled meaningfully and paused for a long time before saying: "It's just that as far as I know, Yali News is not a newspaper for military enthusiasts. I think there are many things in the eyes of your readers." More attractive than all kinds of professional knowledge.”

Miranda swallowed nervously, her face flushed with excitement. If she guessed correctly, Richard seemed to be planning to tell her some useful information!

Interesting information for readers!

"Okay, I won't be too pretentious. I respect your cuteness and thoughtfulness."

Richard raised his glass to Miranda, took a sip of the drink that actually didn't have much alcohol content, and said leisurely: "Then listen up, maybe many people don't know, but I know very well that the game started The reason why Morlock fought like that was for one fundamental purpose, and that was to demonstrate to Hei Fan, who was the seeded player at the time, and to provoke him."

Miranda's pupils were shocked and she exclaimed: "What!?"

"Yes, in fact, for Lamorlock, it doesn't matter who his opponent is in the second round. He has already made up his mind to do that."

Richard nodded solemnly and said in a deep voice: "To explain briefly, in the second round of the [War League], no matter who he met, he was destined to use 'two-way utilization' with Heifana. The guy's signature tactic - 'hundred-step calculus' was the core to win the game."

"Two-way utilization...hundred-step calculation..."

Miranda murmured a few words in a daze, and then suddenly said: "So that's it! Lamorlock is replicating the fighting style of His Majesty the God of War! He knew at that time that the battle in Sumir was a military-style battle. It’s under the command of Your Majesty God!”

Richard cast an approving look at Miranda and continued: "In addition, Lamorlock also showed a style of his own."

"What is it?"

“The end justifies the means.”

"Yeah, then what!"

"Gone."

"ah?"

"Haha, I know this is quite vulgar, but you must know that the 'means' that a person of Lamorlock's level can think of and use are terrible, very, very terrible."

Richard drank the cocktail in his glass and said solemnly: "Although it is just a deduction, for his own victory, he even did not hesitate to involve the entire blue team. This is enough to prove a lot of things."

Miranda finally couldn't keep up with her thoughts and said honestly: "I don't understand."

"Let's put it another way."

Richard smiled and raised his eyebrows: "When such a person is not a middle-level commander of a virtual force in the simulation sandbox, but a commander-in-chief with countless armies and the highest authority, how will he become? Terrible? What kind of pressure will his opponent be under?"

Miranda shuddered and said honestly with a pale face: "I...I can't imagine it, but just letting me be brought into Lamorlock's opponent's seat makes me want to die."

"It's normal. Barty and I have wanted to die countless times, but as I just said...no, it was actually the ANBU chief who said it."

While gently rubbing his heart, Richard showed a proud smile: "We cannot afford to die, we are not qualified to die, and we are not worthy of death, because we are people with power, and it is an honor for others to die. When we die, we are escaping, or inserting our heads into our own assholes, what the hell is this nonsense!"

Miranda smiled coquettishly: "I always feel that it is indeed a sentence in the style of that adult..."

At this moment, Richard's wife named Hess suddenly walked out from the balcony. She first glared coldly at the wine bottle in front of the old man, and then said lightly, "I'm going to Aunt Daisy's house." Buy bread' and leave directly.

A second later, the old man and the young man who were left in the house breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time.

Then--

"Mr. Richard!"

Miranda let out a sweet cry.

"I know I know……"

Richard smiled bitterly, then opened the drawer under the table with some difficulty, took out a silver badge from it, and threw it to the girl in front of him.

Miranda subconsciously caught the exquisite badge: "Eh!?"

"Take this, go to the Wanderer Hotel in the Nightless District of Freedom City, and ask the owner there to borrow the seventh volume of the "True Black History Series". There are things you want to know in it."

Richard pointed to the badge in Miranda's hand, and interrupted the latter who was hesitating to speak: "Don't worry, as long as you carry this badge, Miss Liumu will not charge you any money. I'll tell you in advance." I said hello to her."

"This...this is from when you were in the Grand Alliance Army..."

Miranda looked down at the badge in her hand in disbelief and exclaimed, "I can't have it!"

"Who told you to..."

Richard rolled his eyes and said dryly: "Give her to Liu Mu, she will find time to bring her to me."

Miranda nodded stupidly: "Oh."

"Well, there's actually nothing to gossip about. I didn't lose anything except the beating."

Richard sighed and said helplessly: "I really don't know why everyone is so interested in those trivial things when we were young."

Miranda smiled coquettishly, not embarrassed to speak, but carefully put away the badge, and then looked solemn: "What do you want me to do?"

"What a smart kid."

Richard raised two fingers and shook them slightly, then smiled and said, "Two things."

Miranda nodded vigorously: "You say."

"the first thing."

Richard sat comfortably on the chair and asked Miranda, who was holding a teacup and sipping it because she was a little nervous, "What color are you?"

"puff!"

Miranda choked out a mouthful of tea at that time, widened her eyes and gasped for a long time before finally saying: "You... how could you..."

"Just a casual question."

Richard smiled calmly and waved his hand generously: "It doesn't matter if you don't answer."

Miranda raised her eyes: "You obviously already know it!"

"Even if I don't know..."

Richard shrugged innocently, spread his hands and said, "You will know after you squirted the tea just now."

Miranda looked down at the water stains on the table with a black line on her face, took out a square handkerchief and wiped it silently, and replied helplessly: "Five of spades."

"Tsk tsk, it turns out you're not specializing in intelligence. I thought you had to be Zhang Fangpian."

Richard smacked his lips and asked curiously: "What kind of reporter do you think you are?"

"Sorry, Mr. Richard."

Miranda rolled her eyes and said angrily: "My first identity is a 23-year-old single and beautiful girl, my second identity is the ace reporter of the Free City Branch of "Yali News", and my third identity is A good daughter with filial parents, her fourth identity is a beautiful girl military enthusiast, and her last identity is the Five of Spades in the [Harlequin Card]."

"I thought I heard two 'beautiful girls' just now."

"Any questions?"

"Uh, it's okay... Then if the clown card conflicts with the newspaper's mission..."

"Newspaper office."

"Then if it conflicts with your spare time..."

"I will definitely go home to spend time with my parents on weekends, and other times will be taken into consideration."

"When did that organization change its style?"

"In fact, [Harlequin Brand] has had this style from the day it was established. Our organizational structure is definitely more loose than you can imagine."

"Then can you tell me the reason why you continue to exist until now?"

"Monitor, protect."

"who?"

"No comment."

"All right……"

Richard sighed deeply and said helplessly: "So your reporter's job... uh... is just a reporter's job?"

Miranda nodded and added: "Maybe also my personal feelings about gossip."

Richard: "..."

"So."

Miranda coughed lightly, returned to the energetic '23-year-old single and beautiful reporter' style, and asked, "What's the second thing?"

"Well, I want you... to be more precise, I want you, Yali Newspaper, to help clarify something?"

"Clarify that you had no thoughts about His Highness Wangyu back then?"

"No, actually I did have some thoughts back then. Although it lasted for a few days and disappeared, it was not that matter..."

"That is?"

"It's my wife, Hess."

"Eh?"

Chapter 1,275: End