It’s not that simple after all.
Zhu Shijiu looked at the casualty report on the computer screen with a rather grim expression.
In the previous round, the death toll of the black soldiers in areas A and B was 30%. This time it was slightly better, with 20% dead.
To be honest, Zhu Shijiu was very dissatisfied with this! He thought he was in excellent condition, at least he could meet the standard of a true commander in this battle, but this result gave him a blow and woke him up.
The sickly ghost did a very good job, losing 52 black soldiers in the battle and destroying all the alien insects he was blocking.
Before this, Zhu Shijiu's expectation for the sick ghost was just to complete the blocking mission, and the black soldiers in area C could delay and wait until the black soldiers in areas A and B came to support.
Not anymore, the sickly ghost has exceeded his task.
This guy's ability is really good. If Bing Laogui and Zhu Shijiu were betting on the casualty rate of the black soldiers in areas AB and C, then Zhu Shijiu has already lost.
However, even though Zhu Shijiu was quite dissatisfied with his performance, the tuberculosis ghost was impressed by Zhu Shijiu's command ability. Seeing Zhu Shijiu's dissatisfied look, he spoke to comfort him for the first time.
"You did a pretty good job, didn't you? You paid the price of 20% of the black soldiers and wiped out 50% of the alien insects... You have saved the Liberian war zone from danger."
Zhu Shijiu said calmly: "Really... But there are still casualties among the black soldiers."
"This is inevitable. You are too greedy. Sometimes necessary sacrifices are unavoidable. If you only think about pursuing the illusory 'perfection', you may end up losing everything."
Zhu Shijiu shook his head: "No, you don't understand, I'm different from you."
You are not qualified to pursue perfection, but I am.
This time, there are only two aspects of the problem summarized. The first aspect is that there are still 52 casualties on the side of the sickly ghosts. The second aspect is that the casualties of the black soldiers in areas AB have reached 20%.
He had originally hoped that the sickly man could achieve zero casualties in the fight against the Zerg just like he did when he commanded the special operations brigade, but unfortunately he still fell short.
"It looks like it will be my turn in the end..." Zhu Shijiu sighed softly.
However, this will have to wait until he can solve the problem of black soldiers in areas AB with zero casualties. In the process of solving the problem, he will have to distract himself to memorize and analyze every command operation of the sickly ghost, so that he can replicate the operation of the sickly ghost and make precise adjustments.
He was so focused on commanding the special operations team that he didn't notice what the sickly guy did. He must be careful from next time.
Although it is torturous to repeat oneself over and over again, one has no choice but to die for the sake of perfection.
Zhu Shijiu calmed himself down and held his own neck in the surprised look of the sick ghost.
Rollback!
…
Command again.
"…150% casualties!"
"Defense formation No. 11 seems a little insufficient. Should we adjust to another defense formation midway?"
"Was the No. 2 attack formation switched at 14:45 too aggressive? Half of the black soldiers were lost in this place. Wouldn't it be better to change the attack formation?"
"The Zerg on the left are turning at too big an angle. Wouldn't it be better if we could move forward a little? And this place... should we shrink the battlefield?"
The sickly ghost looked at Zhu Shijiu, who was talking to himself without paying any attention to the noise outside after finishing his instructions, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
This guy... He was already extremely shocked that he could use 15% of the black soldiers' lives to exchange for 30% of the alien insects' lives in his first formal large-scale command, but why did he still look dissatisfied
What is he pursuing? Why is he so strict with himself
"Hey, you're actually pretty good like this... Hey, what are you doing?"
…
Not bad? Not bad at all.
I've died so many times, but I still can't handle a larger battlefield. Is this good enough? Bullshit.
Go back to the file, adjust again, prepare in advance again, make all the deployments, and at the same time change the formation according to your own ideas to welcome the arrival of alien insects.
He was also in charge of the special operations brigade to deal with alien insects. He had done it three times in a row and had become very familiar with the process. Each command was issued accurately in every time period, and the brigade survived with zero casualties. The special operations brigade was then taken over by a sickly man with a look of surprise on his face.
Zhu Shijiu no longer cared how surprised the tubercular ghost was. He completed the impossible task in the eyes of the tubercular ghost without a trace of happiness or joy on his face. Instead, he turned to command the battlefield of the black soldiers in areas AB with a worried look on his face.
Seeing this, the tuberculosis ghost was secretly frightened.
Doesn't this guy need to slow down for a bit? Is it so easy for this genius to command
You can't blame the sickly ghost for thinking this way. It was just that Zhu Shijiu's performance just now was too relaxed. He didn't even see Zhu Shijiu thinking or having any doubts during the process of commanding. It was as if facing an extremely complicated test paper, this monster just wrote down the answer without thinking. The fluency of his command made people feel that it was not difficult at all.
However, Bing Tuobing was well aware of the difficulty of commanding a special operations brigade with zero casualties. If he were asked to do so, he might not be able to perform more easily than Zhu Shijiu.
So in fear, the sickly ghost commanded the black soldiers in area C to cut off the alien insect flow, while paying attention to Zhu Shijiu's movements of commanding the black soldiers in areas AB.
14:50, Zhu Shijiu handed in the next answer sheet.
"10% of the damage has been done... It's getting better, but it's still not enough."
Zhu Shijiu sighed.
And the sickly ghost asked in confusion while watching the game in shock: "What do you mean by 'getting better'?"
This guy…
Zhu Shijiu touched his neck, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Nothing. Goodbye."
die.
…
"Should we break this down a little more? If we split off a team and go around from the side and rear, we should be able to tear apart the Zerg formation... We also need support here. Mark it and transfer some support from the black soldiers in area B. We should be able to successfully rescue these black soldiers."
"We can't get close to this spot. Every time we get close, we will be surrounded by alien insects. It's better to move the battlefield and contain the alien insect swarm on the west side..."
"Sure enough, it is better to switch from attack formation No. 2 to attack formation No. 3. However, we still have to be careful when to leave the battlefield after the battle is over, otherwise the Zerg will still seize the opportunity to attack us."
"here… "
"Alas, I still lost nearly 10%, but it's still an improvement over the last time... Let's do it again!"
…
What even Zhu Shijiu himself did not notice was that with his repeated deaths and adjustments, the battle situation in zones AB became more and more complicated, and there were more and more things that needed attention.
The sickly ghost standing by had still finished the extermination of alien insects by the black soldiers in Area C. When he turned around and looked at Zhu Shijiu's screen, he was shocked by Zhu Shijiu!
What did he see
Various marks on the computer screen were densely covering the entire map. If you looked closely, you could see that Zhu Shijiu had written a lot of meaningless comments in the text window next to it.
"Can he handle it...?" The sickly ghost was frightened and hesitated to speak.
He took over Zhu Shijiu's command immediately, but he also knew that Zhu Shijiu's current state could not be disturbed by anyone, and the continuity of a commander's thinking could not be interrupted during the command process.
The sickly man looked at the "chaotic" contact battle that appeared on the computer screen and felt a little confused for a moment.
Even if he, the official commander, were asked to judge, he still didn't understand.
… How did this monster Zhu Shijiu make the battlefield so chaotic? How did he sort out the details and find the clues to command in such a chaotic battlefield