Quadruple split

Many people like to compare war to a game of chess.

It could be Go, checkers, chess, shogi, backgammon, checkers, in short, except for the thrilling flying chess, war can be compared to almost any chess without appearing obtrusive.

There are two main reasons.

First of all, many games, including wars, are actually quite different, and the most representative and tactical among them are chess games. Therefore, whether it is war, or sports events such as basketball and football, as long as the number of participants is slightly larger, Some, in other words, have enough 'chess pieces' to meet the conditions for being compared to playing chess.

Secondly, I don’t know why, but people seem to think that using chess to describe something would be very fashionable. Among them, chess and Go are the most representative.

All in all, using board games as an example of war is very useful both in the world of innocence and in the real world, and it is indeed simple and clear to express.

The commanders of both sides are chess players.

The troops under both sides are chess pieces.

The battlefield the two sides are on is a chessboard.

But unlike most chess games, war is never fair. Its chessboard is not symmetrical, its pieces are of varying strengths, and the levels of chess players vary greatly.

So in essence, although most wars can be described as chess, they are essentially different from real chess.

Take the familiar chess example. If one of the pawns reaches the rook, then even if the rook is a well-deserved high-level unit, it will be eliminated directly. But in a real battle, things are not that simple, because the chess piece itself The quality is different.

The same group army, the elite battle group of the Griffin Dynasty and the 'rabble' during the Battle of Misha County are completely different concepts. The latter may have the strength to kill twice the number of mutants head-on, while the former can even do so if they are willing. Eradicate the entire county of monsters in three days.

The same is true in terms of venues. In reality, the complex environment and climate are completely different from a fair and just chessboard, and there is very limited room for mutual application.

However, deducing a confrontation is not a real war, especially under the fair mode used for this kind of competition. Both the strength of the troops under both sides and the playing field equivalent to the chessboard are equalized as much as possible, and in Under this premise, the test of the commander's skills is almost infinite.

This is also the main reason why everyone knows that deduction and actual combat are two different things, but they still regard it as a qualification for commanders.

It may be a little one-sided, but it is relatively objective. Although it is just an armchair talk, it is also the most authoritative armchair talk!

At this moment, almost a quarter of the combat map in the God's perspective is dyed blood red. This is a sign that the players on both sides are engaged in high-intensity combat. In the general understanding of deduction enthusiasts, this This kind of red light that appears in the spectator's perspective usually only lights up near the end of the game, and most of them are decisive life-or-death showdowns.

In fact, many people with average skills cannot even achieve this effect at all, because in their eyes, they have tried their best to fight, but they are simply not qualified for the "high-intensity battle" recognized by the deduction system. To put it simply, it is ordinary. There is no way that such a highly professional equipment can be "ignited" by the mutual pecking at the dish level.

Of course, the above-mentioned situation will not happen in a high-level event like [War League]. Almost all players who can enter the main game will play this kind of light effect at a certain time in the match, which is a tribute to their high level. Quality directing skills add to the glory.

As of the last round, the longest confrontation with the 'fierce battle' special effect in this competition was the previous battle between Lamorlock and Richard Lane. Especially in the last five minutes, almost everyone around Richard's position was The red light effect flashes every minute. Although Lamorlock is actually using the command card filled out early to conduct forward command, its excitement is still very online, which makes countless people hooked.

However, compared with the current deduction, the intensity of the previous game between Lamorlock and Richard was almost equivalent to playing house in a certain respect.

I don't know since when, the spectators who finally got rid of the "severing feeling" mentioned by La Yisi were shocked to find that the plain area as a temporary battlefield had been completely covered with red light. If it weren't for Lei Yisi, Contact the main control room to artificially interfere with the brightness of the light effect. The audience does not even know how the two sides fought...

One thing to say, this cannot be blamed on the R\u0026D team of [Baizhan Six Type] for not being rigorous enough. You must know that their original intention is actually to provide some real 'highlights' when the battle enters a high-gloss state. I hope that with this kind of situation and rhythm, The special effects render the atmosphere, and the starting point is definitely very good.

It's just that no one expected that from the perspective of the spectators, the light that was originally only intense to a certain extent and would only 'flash away' in most cases, with no possibility of lasting, would be lit up in dozens of places at the same time. And almost all of them are at the 'death battle' level with the highest intensity.

Because the main system of [Baizhan Type Six] can analyze the tactical rhythm and soldier status of both sides, and can even automatically delineate the 'main battlefield' simply by processing the commands from both sides, it is almost impossible to do this in the 'lighting' situation. Make mistakes.

And that red to black light, to put it more anthropomorphically, we can think that this [Baizhan Type Six] is proudly announcing loudly that this place is the top priority of this deduction!

only……

The so-called 'this place', at this moment, turned out to be plural, not a few, not a dozen, but more than thirty small battlefields scattered in different areas!

It almost blinded the eyes of the spectators!

Everyone is not a fool, and no one would think that the continuous red light is really a 'decisive battle' between the two sides, not to mention the two professional commentators sitting on the job, even if there is no popular science about Lei Yisi and La Yisi, as long as it is He is someone with an IQ above double digits, and he would not think that the two men who still have most of their combat strength and have not yet taken the field are in a 'fight to the death'.

You must know that less than half an hour has passed since the start of the game. Even if the time ratio with the sand table is not 1:1, given the scale of this battlefield, it is impossible for both sides to enter the final decisive stage in such a short time. , even if one of the parties deliberately seeks defeat, it is impossible, even the pigs are not killed so quickly!

If this is compared to a game of chess, then the current progress may not even reach the middle game, it is just a trial...

"To be honest, I can't understand it anymore."

Barty Arthur in the player area smiled bitterly and shook his head. He shrugged to Lenan sitting next to him and said, "What on earth are those two guys doing..."

Lai Nan's beautiful rabbit ears trembled slightly, and he looked worriedly at the playboy next to him who had clearly made him upset, but yet sat beside him and talked like a normal person: "Senior Foster and Is that Black Van Priest particularly powerful?"

"ha?"

The pale-faced Batty laughed dryly, lowered his head dejectedly, and murmured in a low voice: "How do you want me to answer this kind of question..."

Lenan subconsciously helped Barty, who was teetering on the chair, and said softly with a worried look on his face: "Senior?"

"I can't evaluate things that I can't understand at all..."

Barty looked up at the big screen again, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, and gritted his teeth and said, "I only know that if I were replaced by any of these two people, I'm afraid I would have collapsed a long time ago."

"Learn...senior..."

"It's okay. Although I suffered a bit of a blow, I won't be so depressed... I guess."

"But your whole body is shaking!"

"Nonsense! I looked at His Highness Chen Wangyu with lustful eyes for two seconds! Two seconds! That girlfriend who can command more than twenty groups of monsters in parallel at the same time! I was so fucking scared. !”

"..."

"Lai Nan? Lai Nan, why don't you speak? Keep chatting with me, I'm so nervous!"

"Senior."

"Senior is here. Senior needs comfort."

"Senior, can you please find a place to die a hundred times?"

"Wow! Lai Nan, your expression is so scary!"

…

"I must be crazy."

Richard Lane's eyes were dull in the audience. He was pulling a lot of hair and said with a livid face: "I actually wanted to fight against this kind of person before..."

The friend sitting next to him, the boy who served as Richard's adviser during the previous game, nodded stiffly: "Well, I also think you are crazy for wanting to go against such a person."

"Praise the Dawn! Praise the Priest Lamoroch!"

Richard exaggeratedly clasped his hands together and said with a shiver, "You can get me eliminated before I meet those two people!"

The friend who had been staring at the big screen did not say anything. He just said in a low voice after being silent for a while: "In any case, I don't think the Black Van priest got to the position through nepotism..."

"Stop scolding, stop scolding."

Richard patted his cheek bitterly and let out a long sigh: "My face hurts."

"Haha, what do you think? Pretentious classmate Richard Lane?"

"My face hurts."

"Besides the face pain?"

"Besides the pain in my face, I'm just glad..."

"Are you glad you didn't offend anyone too much?"

"No, I'm glad that our Dawn Sect can get such a person."

"Tsk, tsk, what you said is really against your will."

"I was serious."

"Why? If I remember correctly, you originally wanted to take the military route, right? With that Black Van priest here, do you think you might be able to survive?"

"that's not important……"

"Then what's important?"

"The important thing is that as a member of the Dawn Sect, no matter what the future holds, I can at least be on the same camp as that guy and don't have to be his enemy!"

…

"Huh~"

He just went to wash his face. Now, Day Blake, who was leaning against the large flower bed in the corner of the preparation area, let out a long sigh of relief. Then he looked up at the huge crystal screen in mid-air, showing a soft and indifferent smile.

Very soft, very calm, and a little nervous.

He is like a sensible younger brother who prays wholeheartedly for his elder brother to win.

"Sure enough, this harmless look suits you best."

There seemed to be a gust of fragrant wind blowing by, and Blake turned his head in confusion, and was shocked to find Eliza Logan standing on the other side of the flower bed, looking at him with a smile.

Blake blinked and then showed a bright smile: "Sister Elisa..."

As if she hadn't heard the words, Eliza murmured thoughtfully: "But the look in his eyes before seemed quite handsome."

"..."

The thirteen-year-old boy, whose height was less than the opponent's chest, was silent. After a while, he put away the breathtaking smile on his lips and said softly: "Sure enough, I didn't hide it from Sister Eliza."

Eliza smiled sweetly, came around and hugged Blake's shoulders affectionately, and whispered in the latter's ear with her seductive voice: "Of course, after all, I have been watching you well. .”

"It doesn't matter if you don't look at it so seriously."

The smile appeared on Blake's face again, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth was slightly different from before.

Eliza shook her head briskly and said in a playful tone: "That's not okay. You must know that you are one of the strong candidates I want to entrust to you for the rest of my life. If I don't understand you well, wouldn't it be unfair to myself? Are you responsible? Your sister Eliza is not such a frivolous woman~"

"That seems to be correct."

Blake touched the tip of his nose, but his face was not as red as usual. He just smiled and said: "However, if possible, I still want to show my best side to you, sister Eliza."

"A very flattering answer."

Eliza leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead, with a smile in her eyes: "This is a reward."

His Royal Highness the Holy Son was immediately stunned.

"but……"

Eliza turned around lightly and placed her weight on the boy's back. She leaned against the boy and lazily stretched her graceful body. She asked softly: "You shouldn't be so stupid as to think that I am a A good woman, right?”

Blake shook his head and answered honestly, "No."

"Then do you think a bad woman like me will like a good man?"

"..."

"Haha, I won't tease you anymore, let's go, it's time to go back~"

"elder sister."

"Um?"

"Brother Hei Fan is very strong."

"Yes, even a layman like me can see that he is very powerful."

"So has my sister considered persuading him to go to Griffin to help?"

"Eh? Help?"

"If nothing else happens, there should be a fight soon. The northwest continent where my sister is..."

"Oh, this kind of topic is a bit too exciting for you, brother~"

"I believe that even if we look at the entire Griffin Dynasty, there will never be many commanders like Brother Hei Fan, let alone the royal family, which has a small base in the first place."

"Maybe, but the answer is no."

"What a shame."

"Is it?"

"yes."

"I'm really looking forward to it~"

"After all, sister Eliza is a bad woman."

Chapter 1312: End