Zhou Ya: "She can't hear."
Ren Zhong: "I wasn't expecting her to hear."
"Then why did you answer her?"
Ren Zhong: "Not everything needs a response. The most important thing is your own mood."
Zhou Ya felt Ren Zhong's words were sowhat elusive and too profound, but inexplicably, despite not quite understanding, she felt they made sense.
Ren Zhong added: "Let's not talk about it for now. We're about to enter the next phase. I need to get busy."
Zhou Ya: "Busy with what?"
This ti, she did not receive a reply from Ren Zhong.
Ren Zhong had already zood in on the map, starting to observe the battlefield from a more macro perspective. He continuously zood in and out, then adjusted to a directional perspective for close-up observation.
Zhou Ya watched his attentive profile, feeling a bit puzzled.
She couldn't quite understand Ren Zhong's approach.
Players can only communicate with contestants for five minutes every hour. Is Ren Zhong planning to give tactical guidance to Hu Yang in these brief five minutes?
Is that realistic?
Can he do it?
Although Zhou Ya knew Ren Zhong had commanded many battles before and made significant achievents in military strategy, the ga of humanity wasn't a real war.
Its essence is a real ga, filled with too many variables.
In Zhou Ya's understanding, other players usually use these five minutes to throw out various empty promises to contestants, to boost morale, or simply to satisfy their own negative emotions, tease and mock the contestants, and give them anti-humanity tasks, promising to provide intelligence support in the next contact.
A thousand players have a thousand different playstyles, with each contestant's performance in the field reflecting both their own traits and the projection of the players' personalities.
Thousands of players and contestants collide with different sparks in the ga, then converge in the field for further interaction, presenting new performances.
This is the fun of the ga of humanity and the reason it quickly beca globally popular and the number one variety show after "disconnecting from the net."
But before this, no one had ever tried to incorporate military thinking into the ga of humanity.
There are two reasons.
First, with the comprehensive assistance of the "net," there are no military strategists needed on Source Star.
Second, individual contestants are not soldiers, there's basically no possibility of coordinated actions and entrusting their backs to others.
As ti passed, under Zhou Ya's puzzled gaze, the situation in the field changed rapidly under Ren Zhong's focused attention.
After taking down the first Assassin, Hu Yang did not stay in place but stripped the Assassin's gear as quickly as possible and then ran up through the dense forest.
Many initially thought this was a suicidal move.
She had just dealt with a contestant slowed down by dual equipnt.
Logically, she should know that more equipnt isn't always better and should aim for optimal matching.
She should have stayed on site for a few minutes, selected the important equipnt from the Assassin that was useful to her, and then carried on.
Soone in the player's communication channel comnted: "She'll soon be caught by those contestants pursuing her due to slow movent speed."
"So strange, who is this contestant? Is she famous? Why is soone targeting her?"
"Who knows? It's not important. But it's quite entertaining, isn't it?"
"Ha, the casino has opened betting. You can wager on how long she'll survive."
While the players outside discussed enthusiastically, Hu Yang, who was flying close to the ground, gradually accelerated, seemingly unaffected by the increased weight.
So felt puzzled, while others suddenly understood.
Beside Ren Zhong, Zhou Ya murmured: "She really learned the true use of those parts you gave her so quickly. She's using the pilfered equipnt while fleeing, turning them into remote-controlled Combat Machinery of the War Artist. She's also adapting to the remote-control hub you installed in her Armor. My goodness, she ford a humanoid Armor similar to a loyal wingman from the Assassin's equipnt."
Ren Zhong nodded, "Yes, I knew she could."
During their conversation, the loyal wingman had already flashed to Hu Yang's side, beginning to fly parallel.
In the process, the chanical arms on Hu Yang's leg armor continued to be busy, taking so equipnt from the wingman and attaching it to herself, such as a high-powered sniper, infrared suppression module, parallel power supply module, dium engine, and other equipnt that could enhance mobility and explosive firepower.
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