Chapter 2786 - 1319: Orthodoxy and Surprise (Part 2)

Constantly monitoring the red team’s movements, La Ersi drew an area on the eastern battlefield with some excitement, and then answered Lei Er Si’s previous question in a deep voice: "A beautiful tactic can’t improve the odds of victory. As for developing new frontlines, it’s hard to achieve a surprising effect on a map generated under conditions of absolute fairness. Truly, both sides do have the ability to command parallel lines, but that simply means your ideas can be realized. Simply put, it’s just one choice, one they can choose or not choose."

"Everyone, look! The blue team here has once again consolidated three elite battalions whose average level exceeds that of common units. They boldly rushed into the northern hinterland of the red team’s control zone and are swiftly clearing out the latter’s scouts. The Black Vatican Priest is trying to create a blind spot in the intelligence of the opponent’s main control area!"

Lei Er Si’s eyes brightened as she watched the three units charge forward at high speed under Motan’s command. She exclaimed excitedly, "So amazing! Really amazing, sister! I truly feel that if the Black Vatican Priest could open a few more battle lines, with his smooth transition in rhythm, he would definitely get good results!"

"The red team forcibly established a temporary unified command center without ideal terrain! Right behind the positions of the three squads of the blue team that were encircled in the middle, they couldn’t stop it; the blue team couldn’t stop it. Even without any natural barriers, the red team, with an entire army group at its disposal, forcibly completed the formation and successfully suppressed this area!"

La Ersi, using the same excited tone, exclaimed, but this time the focus was on the opposing red team. Then she smiled sweetly at her sister: "I agree that if they could open multiple battle lines, the situation might benefit the Black Vatican Priest more. But the problem is, if even we can see that, wouldn’t Foster see it too?"

Lei Er Si was taken aback: "Huh?!"

"I don’t know which one of the Black Vatican Priest and Senior Foster is stronger; on one hand, their level is indeed much higher than ours, and on the other hand, the concept of ’strength and weakness’ among commanders is quite ambiguous and influenced by many factors."

La Ersi smiled softly and said, "But even so, we can still see that if more battle lines are added, it might benefit the Black Vatican Priest. Naturally, Senior Foster also sees this, so he never intended to give the opponent a chance to do so from the very beginning."

"Got it."

Lei Er Si nodded, then honestly shook her head: "But I didn’t see it..."

"The focus is on the aggressiveness of the red team."

La Ersi showed a gentle smile that she only shared with her sister and said warmly: "I can see it very clearly now; Senior Foster hasn’t given the Black Vatican Priest any chance to breathe. He has always been in control of the rhythm, and although this rhythm doesn’t win him an advantage, it’s enough to stifle the opponent’s chance to change tactics without changing first."

"Uh?"

"Simply put, unless Senior Foster doesn’t want to fight head-on anymore, the Black Vatican Priest will have to engage in a head-to-head battle with him!"

...

The rhythm is indeed in the red team’s hands. With La Ersi’s pointers, many who barely understood this simulation have locked their perspectives on one of the screens instead of straining their eyes on the daunting God’s Eye View overhead map.

Regardless of which side people focus on, everyone realizes that the red team’s offensive is seamlessly uninterrupted and intensely meticulous, like a precise machine where every part performs its work perfectly and efficiently.

The battle situation has become clear, along with the advantages and disadvantages of both sides—

Up to now, although the red team commanded by Teresa has been annihilated by more than three army groups, overall, the red team’s control in the combat zone has exceeded sixty percent, and this area continues to expand.

No breaches, no mistakes, no blind spots. Every command is absolutely correct, and each deployment is orderly. A multitude of either common or unconventional tactics seamlessly appear at the most suitable time and place, achieving ideal results without dispute, executed always so perfectly.

But even so, the red team continues to suffer losses. Numerous blue units are rapidly splitting and regrouping across the battlefield, appearing unpredictably at every point within the strike range, repeatedly emerging from unexpected places to cause unforeseen losses. These losses have, in fact, offset the red team’s advantage in control range.

Moreover, as the domain occupied by the red team grows, the frequency of blue team raids multiplies. No one knows how the Black Vatican Priest manages to operate under the pressure of over twenty battle lines, but it proves that they can’t match the opponent’s impeccable perfection. However, the blue team’s resilience is staggeringly high, even dominating the opponent in terms of battle damage ratio.

This means that if both sides maintain the rhythm, as the competition advances to a later stage, the blue team will gain a decisive advantage in force, a bargaining chip enabling brute force to surpass skill.

However, it’s not that simple...

Even though the blue team does hold the battle damage ratio advantage, anyone who supports Motan can see that the non-professional former is actually at a disadvantage against the opponent’s extremely accurate commanding skills. Because no matter how talented he is, it’s hard to contend with the red team’s relentless pursuit of the ’optimal solution.’

The so-called optimal solution is losing one person if possible, never losing two, achieving results with the minimal cost, never incurring even an extra ounce of resource.

That means it’s difficult for the blue team to organize the opponent’s goals through formal tactical games, while the red team’s intentions are already crystal clear. It’s to control both sides rapidly on the plains where they’re battling, which is also the ’boundary line’ of this map.

All exchanges are within the plan, all losses are anticipated. With such a clearly defined core objective, the blue team may desperately search for loopholes to expand the red team’s losses but can’t stop the latter from steadily expanding their positions, extending their battle lines.

In summary, it’s not the red team that’s in a dilemma right now, but surprisingly the blue team appearing to hold the battle damage ratio advantage.

From another angle, if the current battle damage ratio between the blue and red teams is 1:3, then when the red team’s control area exceeds seventy percent, the battle damage ratio will likely drop to 1:2. When the blue team’s activity space shrinks below twenty percent, even if their forces are dispersed, the best they can hope for is a 1:1 fight.

Changing tactics, as Lei Er Si said, to utilize the map and open new battle lines is practically impossible. Because if Motan gets slightly distracted, Teresa will unabashedly devour the core battlefield and gradually erode the blue team’s home field.

Without shifting tactics, continuing the current rhythm, the red team will ultimately seize the core zone after paying some price, relentlessly squeezing the blue team’s survival space.

"In every battle, use the orthodox to engage, and the unorthodox to win. Therefore, those proficient in unorthodox maneuvers are as limitless as the sky and earth, inexhaustible as rivers and seas."

Ramollok chuckled softly, turned, and raised an eyebrow at Jiawen: "I’ve always thought this statement makes sense."

The latter nodded slightly: "The Art of War by Sun Tzu, "Mengshi" Chapter."

"The red team excels in the ’orthodox,’ and the blue team in the ’unorthodox.’

"So, the blue team will win?"

"No, as it stands now, the red team actually holds the advantage."

"Why?"

"Because the former cannot block the latter’s ’orthodox,’ while the latter allows the former’s ’unorthodox’ to have a high margin of error."

"So you favor Foster more?"

"No, I favor the Black Vatican more."

"Why?"

"Because even in simulation games like this, victory doesn’t solely depend on the battlefield itself~"

Chapter 1319: End