Lamorlock did nothing.

He just sat quietly in his chair, holding his chin and closing his eyes as if he was sleeping, as if this was not the main game of the [War League], but a study room or a coffee shop or something, and he appeared in

The only reason here is to enjoy a moment of peace and rest.

But this is ridiculous!

No matter which angle you analyze it from, Lamorlock's actions at this moment are ridiculous and nonsense, even if the single room of the conductor in the main game does have a very strong sound insulation effect and can indeed be said to be very quiet.

But at this moment, Lamorlock, as a player, should not enjoy silence! He should overlook the sand table in front of him, try his best to keep the above information in his mind, and then think, plan, and make judgments

, write the final conclusion on the stack of instruction cards in front of you, and ask the staff officer next to you to send it to the main computer in the central area for input!

Rather than lazily leaning back on the chair as if listening to music, closing his eyes and pretending to have no worldly desires.

"This is an insult to the game!"

A grumpy old man in the audience even loudly announced the above content and was furious.

Although everyone who is familiar with this big brother knows that Ya is angry with others because of his failed courtship, no one refuted him at all, because what Lamorlock is doing now does not respect this game enough.

However, the two people who are most qualified to express their opinions on the competition field are the chief referee of this competition, the dean of [Danu Military Academy] Richard Ducasse and the dean of [Mercury Gold Military Academy] who have the same authority.

President Andrei Kalleni did not comment on this.

Since these two old gentlemen usually have expressionless poker faces, it is difficult for everyone to judge the mood of the two bosses through basic operations such as looking at their faces.

But one thing is certain, that is, in the first five minutes of the game, Lamorlock, who was still enjoying star treatment when he came out in the morning, has lost all his popularity with passers-by.

After all, any sane military enthusiast would find it intolerable to his behavior in these five minutes... to be precise, his inaction in these five minutes.

only……

There are many people like Lamorlock who are not sane in their minds.

【Six minutes.】

Mo Tan stared at Lamorlock on the left side of the screen, his eyes focused as never before.

【Seven minutes.】

Richard Ducasse exchanged a look with Andre Callieni, who had always been at odds with him, and both discovered the heaviness contained in each other's eyes.

【Eight minutes.】

Since the first set of information was entered into the mainframe of [Baizhan Type Six], the automatic deduction on the central sand table has lasted for eight minutes. Theresa, who has been sitting in front of the sand table, overlooks the red side that has been completely completed under the command of Richard.

After completing the reinforced position, he frowned subconsciously.

Mo Tan, Richard, Andre and Theresa...

These four people have never underestimated Lamorlock for even a second, because they have all studied the latter's battle cases in detail, and because they are not considered 'normal', they know that the man may not have outstanding qualities.

But at this time, he is undoubtedly an excellent chess player.

And an excellent chess player will never waste even one second meaninglessly after the war begins.

Therefore, they all have some kind of 'expectation' for Lamorlock, and this 'expectation' becomes more and more terrifying as time goes by.

finally!

When the curses in the audience gradually became unbearable, Lamorlock finally opened his eyes, and the four people who witnessed this scene also held their breath at the same time.

"Well...that's it."

After muttering in a low voice, Lamorlock grabbed an instruction card and wrote the first instruction of this game on it with a shorthand quill at a speed that was almost indecipherable to the naked eye.

The content is——

"With all active scouts as the core, form three highly mobile mixed investigation teams."

Teresa let out a soft cry and suddenly stood up from the chair.

"What on earth is this guy going to do...wait a minute!"

Mo Tan in the player area also stood up. Unlike Teresa, in the middle of whispering to himself, his eyes suddenly widened and he cast his fearful gaze on Lamorlock on the No. 1 screen:

"No way……"

As for the audience and most of the players in the stands, they showed sarcastic smiles at this moment.

The reason is very simple, but anyone who knows anything can understand that no matter how much Lamorlock wants to master the battlefield intelligence, he has already lost the qualification to explore Richard's position after being nine minutes behind.

, supporting capabilities and transfer capabilities, etc. At a huge cost, the position that was almost woven into an iron curtain has long been impregnable.

Not to mention three mixed investigation teams, even thirteen mixed investigation teams are bound to be beaten to death under Richard's nearly iron-clad defense!

In other words, apart from wasting nine minutes for no reason and losing at least one reconnaissance regiment, Lamorlock was unable to achieve any additional results. If pressed, Lamorlock paid more than 20% of his troops in exchange for this.

The three reconnaissance regiments may be able to slightly increase the wartime communication speed, but this level of gain is not enough to constitute any advantage!

In the words of Batty, who was also in the contestants area, he subconsciously murmured, this is like ‘losing it to grandma’s house’!

Sure enough, just two minutes later, the emergency contact light in Lamorlock's room flickered, and everyone who watched the battle through God's perspective knew earlier than he did that five squadrons of reconnaissance teams had lost contact.

The last information they sent was the exact location of Richard Laing's main formation. Other than that, they gained nothing.

Then, amidst the roar of laughter, Lamorlock issued an order for all reconnaissance troops to retreat, and closed his eyes with a slightly solemn expression.

He lost his clothes, stretched his hips, and was exposed because he couldn't pretend to be good. Almost all the spectators made the above comments about Lamorlock.

To be honest, if Richard Lane does not carefully turn his main position into an iron bastard, but spends the first nine minutes in any way, Lamorlock may have a chance to make a comeback, if he is really worthy of himself

As for those previous achievements.

However, at this moment, in this situation, it would be too difficult for Lamorlock to do anything else.

You must know that a complete defense system requires a lot of preparation work. In the first nine minutes, Richard not only built a thick shell for his main position, but also formed a perfect team with the surrounding "comrades" from the same camp.

The strategic community on the ground, and given that Lamorlock has done nothing during this period, and even ignored the most basic intelligence communication, a sense of "fragmentation" has appeared in several positions centered on him, which has caused

A series of chain reactions, if expressed from the most intuitive data level, that is -

In these nine minutes, the blue army's legions responsible for containing the enemy lost about 20% of their combat strength. On the other hand, the red front line, which was helping each other, not only suffered an average loss of less than half of the legions, but also had a visibly high morale.

Get up, to put it simply, 'the morale gauge has been accumulated to 120%'

The average morale gauge on the blue frontline has dropped to 83%. Although it is far from a sign of military morale turmoil, it is definitely not a good sign.

Not only that, the main force under Lamorlock lost more than 200 units for no apparent reason, and lost an additional 5% of its morale gauge, leaving only 78% at this moment.

【What do you want to do?】

Countless people looked at Lamorlock with a frown on his face triumphantly.

【What do you want to do?】

Theresa, Mo Tan, Richard, and Andre also frowned.

It's not that they have no way to break the situation. In fact, even Mo Tan, who has the worst psychological quality among the four (Teresa's style is not natural in the field of command), does not think that he should be replaced by Lamorlock.

They will be helpless. In fact, this level of "backwardness" is not even a headwind for them, nor can it be considered a dilemma.

The crux of the matter is, what does Lamorlock want to do?

If the previous nine minutes had not been meaningless, if the confusing operation of the morning had not been meaningless, then what on earth was he planning to do?

The answer was revealed at an incredible speed.

After pondering for about thirty seconds, Lamorlock suddenly laughed, then picked up an instruction card, wrote his third order since the start of the game on it, and then raised his quill slightly.

The staff officer standing beside him immediately stepped forward quickly, ready to receive the order.

However--

"Please wait a moment."

Although there was no sound in the picture, everyone still easily read the answer from Lamorlock's mouth, and watched helplessly as he picked up an instruction card again and quickly wrote the fourth item on it.

Order.

After that, there are the fifth...the sixth...the seventh...the tenth...the fifteenth...the thirtieth...the sixty-eighth orders.

That's right! Excluding the first two instructions, when Lamorlock stopped writing completely and stood up lazily, sixty-six instruction cards were neatly listed in front of him!

Everyone was shocked!

Even Richard and Andre, who always maintained poker faces, couldn't help but widen their eyes, and Teresa, one of the referees in the No. 1 battle area, fell directly into her chair.

Only Mo Tan did not show any obvious surprise, but his face had become very ugly.

The next moment, an even more exciting scene appeared. Lamorlock stood up, stretched his body lazily, then whispered something in the ear of Staff Officer Dyson, and then patted him with a smile.

The latter turned around and left.

That’s right!

He turned around and left immediately!

Under everyone's stunned gaze, Lamorlock walked out of the boundary of the No. 1 battle area with brisk steps, walked straight back to the player area in full view, and sat back upright in the corner, where he was.

The lounge is where you always stay.

The air that had been frozen since he left the battle area was finally detonated after Lamorlock sat down. Whether it was the players or the audience, everyone inevitably fell into agitation and began to shout illogically.
To be continued...