The third time.
Zhu Shijiu sat in his seat, waiting for the tuberculosis patient to return from treatment.
As soon as his butt touched the chair, he stared at the computer screen with a serious look in his eyes, holding the mouse in his hand, and began to think about how to break the deadlock. It can be said that whether it was the last time or the time before that, the problem points after the execution of two different tactics were very clear - the physical strength of the black soldiers was on the verge of limit.
No matter how you use the black soldiers, as long as you put a little pressure on them, they will have problems.
Some black soldiers are like vases that break at the slightest touch, just like the minions in the game who only have one drop of blood left, and will die if they are lightly touched by the monsters.
Didn't the sickly ghost know that the black soldiers' physical strength was on the verge of limit? Of course he knew, but as a commander, he certainly couldn't feel the physical condition of the black soldiers in person. At most, he could only give the black soldiers what he thought was the most reasonable arrangement from the perspective of the overall situation.
In fact, his operations were simply unable to bring the capabilities of each black soldier to their limit.
In other words, there must be many black soldiers who are in good physical condition and are arranged to positions with less pressure, while black soldiers whose bodies are on the verge of limits are assigned to difficult positions.
But after seeing two consecutive failures, Zhu Shijiu knew very well where the problem lay. Since he knew which black soldiers would have physical problems during the battle, he would put the black soldiers with physical problems in easier positions, and put the black soldiers who still had physical strength in more difficult positions.
This can at least make up for the failure of the previous week.
"Oh, are you analyzing it?"
The smoker came over from the side, glanced at the computer screen, and spoke to Zhu Shijiu happily.
From the perspective of others, Zhu Shijiu's actions were rather strange, because Zhu Shijiu had almost no hesitation when choosing the person, and he picked the tuberculosis patient at once. And when everyone returned to their seats, Zhu Shijiu immediately got into the state, and just after sitting down, he began to analyze the battle situation, and the movement of holding the mouse and clicking continuously was very smooth and natural, and it really looked like that.
So Smoker was very curious about what this genius was thinking and what he analyzed from the current situation.
Zhu Shijiu already knew that he would most likely have to go back to the previous game this time, so he ignored the smoker's words and didn't even bother to turn around and respond. He continued to analyze while waiting for the tuberculosis ghost to return.
The smoker, feeling bored, curled his lips and did not try to talk to Zhu Shijiu again. As long as Zhu Shijiu was not bold enough to start commanding the battle while the sickly man was away, he really could not control Zhu Shijiu.
The sickly ghost came back soon, and as soon as he came back, he saw Zhu Shijiu sitting in his seat with his mouse in his hand, clicking randomly.
"you… "
"I know. I won't interfere in your battle. I won't do anything unnecessary. I will ask questions if you have any, but I won't disturb you when the battle is tense. Do you have any questions now?"
Tuberculosis ghost: “…”
Oh my god? This guy is quite considerate.
While the sickly ghost was in a daze, Zhu Shijiu had already stood up, pulled out the chair and invited him to sit down.
The sickly man had nothing to say. After being stunned for a while, he sat down obediently.
Just as the sickly ghost sat down and prepared to check the computer to see if Zhu Shijiu had done anything on his own, Zhu Shijiu spoke without stopping: "Just now, I analyzed the battle situation and came up with two tactics. I don't know if they are feasible."
After hearing this, the sickly ghost was a little speechless, but since he had just tacitly agreed to answer Zhu Shijiu's questions, and now he had not started to give orders, he naturally had the leisure to listen to Zhu Shijiu's lofty talk. He really wanted to hear what "brilliant tricks" this genius Zhu Shijiu would say.
Zhu Shijiu fluently explained the tactics implemented in the first two rounds, and after finishing, he pretended to be humble: "What do you think?"
The Smoker on the side and the other commanders who were paying attention to the developments here were originally prepared to see Zhu Shijiu make a fool of himself and be scolded. Even the Tuberculosis Ghost himself was prepared to do so. However, what they never expected was that the Tuberculosis Ghost became strangely silent after hearing Zhu Shijiu's tactics.
After a long silence, the sickly ghost spoke again: "You..."
Zhu Shijiu interrupted, "I didn't ask anyone else for advice. If you don't believe me, you can ask them. What do you think of these two tactics? I personally prefer the latter tactic. Although it is a bit more complicated, it can counterattack the Zerg to a greater extent. The former is too crude and reckless."
The sickly ghost was stupid again.
From the moment he first appeared on the stage until now, his thoughts have been guessed one after another and he hasn't even uttered a complete sentence, yet he can still "talk" smoothly with Zhu Shijiu. This feeling is extremely weird.
Fortunately, his next sentence was not interrupted: "The second tactic is too complicated..."
Just like in the previous round, the sickly ghost pointed out the shortcomings of the second tactic.
Zhu Shijiu did not interrupt. After listening, he pretended to be enlightened and asked humbly, "But, the second tactic should be more feasible, right?"
To be honest, the sickly ghost was struggling with this, and actually preferred the first tactic in his heart. But when he heard that Zhu Shijiu had the same idea as him, and thought of all the miracles that had happened to Zhu Shijiu, he began to hesitate.
Another reason for hesitation is that he has spent too much time and effort in this war zone. He has always been trying to play it safe, but the effect is not very significant. If he wants to change the current situation, he must adopt a more proactive approach.
Zhu Shijiu didn't have to wait too long. Just like last time, the tuberculosis ghost finally chose the second tactic.
However, just as he was putting the headset on his ears and giving orders, Zhu Shijiu suddenly interrupted halfway through.
"Are you sure you want to assign this team to the Central Battlefield Team?"
The sickly ghost frowned. Didn't this guy agree not to disturb him? Why did he interrupt when he was giving orders
But before he could scold her, Zhu Shijiu said, "Before you came, I looked at your text notes. This team seems to be running out of energy. One of the black soldiers was even severely injured before and was forcibly treated. If they were placed in the central war zone, they could easily become a breakthrough point for the Zerg."
Zhu Shijiu did not get this information from the previous round, but rather got it from actively analyzing it while sitting at his seat during this round.
After the tactics failed, he remembered the team that was the cause of the defeat, and then he specifically looked for information about this team when he restarted the game. Sure enough, he found the previous treatment records of this team in the text window created by the sickly ghost.
The treatment record showed that one of the black soldiers was hit by alien insects in the waist and abdomen a month ago. Although he received timely treatment, he did not rest and recuperate after the successful treatment, and was sent back to the battlefield.
Ordinary people would not notice such a small comment, but only a hacker like Zhu Shijiu would find it out and regard it as a hidden danger. Zhu Shijiu seriously suspected that the real reason for the team's defeat last time was that this black soldier made a mistake.
As Zhu Shijiu had expected, the tuberculosis ghost did not take it too seriously. He even thought that Zhu Shijiu was making a big deal out of nothing.
Because he wrote that comment a month ago. If Zhu Shijiu had raised this point a month ago, he would have been concerned about the black soldier's physical condition. But a month has passed, and with the black soldier's physical recovery speed, it shouldn't be a cause for concern, right
But the sickly man did not rush to refute Zhu Shijiu. After thinking it over for a while, he still adhered to the cautious mindset of seeking verification and directly contacted the captain of the team through the headset.
"Black soldier number 18792837, please report the specific situation of each member of your team! Repeat..."
After some communication, the sickly ghost let go of the headset with a complicated expression and looked at Zhu Shijiu meaningfully.
"… you are right."
He said this with some reluctance, and then exchanged this team with a team from the southeast army.
At this moment, the sickly ghost no longer dared to underestimate this long-renowned genius.
Zhu Shijiu immediately proposed two tactics that he had already thought of in his mind, and then pointed out a problem that even he, the commander, had not noticed... How long had Zhu Shijiu been sitting in his seat
"Pervert." He muttered to himself, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Zhu Shijiu seemed much more serious.
In order to prevent Zhu Shijiu from pointing out problems that he had not noticed, he carefully checked all his arrangements, and after some thought, he carefully made several adjustments.
Zhu Shijiu did not say anything else. He just silently updated the tactical arrangements he had already memorized.
Under his surveillance, the third counterattack against the Zerg in the Liberia theater began.