Four Split Personalities

Ramollok did nothing.

He simply sat quietly in his chair, resting his chin as if in a fake sleep with his eyes closed, as if he wasn’t at the main event of the Warfire League, but rather in a study or coffee shop, with his only reason for being here to enjoy a moment of tranquility and rest.

But this is absurd!

From any angle of analysis, Ramollok’s behavior at this moment is ridiculous and absurd, even if the soundproofing effect in the main event’s command player’s suite is indeed very strong, it’s indeed very quiet.

But as a player at this moment, Ramollok shouldn’t be enjoying the quiet! He should be overlooking the sand table in front of him, remembering the information on it as best he can, then think, plan, make judgements, and finally write the conclusions on the instruction card in front of him, allowing the counselor beside him to send it to the host in the central area to input it!

Instead of leaning back lazily on the chair as if listening to music, with closed eyes and a look of no worldly desires.

"This is an insult to the competition!"

A certain hot-tempered guy in the audience even loudly expressed the above content, furious.

Although those familiar with this brother know he’s venting his anger because of a failed courtship, everyone didn’t refute him because Ramollok’s current actions do disrespect the match.

However, the two most qualified to voice opinions in the game, namely the chief referee of the main event, Richard Ducasse, the director of Danu Military Academy, and Andre Karen, the director of Mercury Gold Military Academy with equal authority, made no comment on this.

And given these two gentlemen usually have poker faces without expressions, it’s hard for everyone to judge their moods through basic facial observation.

But one thing is certain, in the five minutes since the start of the match, Ramollok, who enjoyed a celebrity-level treatment during the morning show, has squandered all the goodwill of the onlookers.

After all, any sane military enthusiast cannot tolerate his actions within these five minutes...or more accurately, his inaction within these five minutes.

It’s just that...

There are still many people like Ramollok, whose minds are not quite normal.

[Six minutes.]

Mo Tan stared at the left side of the screen where Ramollok was, his gaze more focused than ever.

[Seven minutes.]

Richard Ducasse exchanged a glance with Andre Karen, who had always been at odds with himself, and both found the heaviness contained in each other’s eyes.

[Eight minutes.]

Since the first batch of intelligence was input into the main host from Battle Six type, the automatic simulation of the central sand table had been ongoing for eight minutes. Teresa, always sitting upright in front of the sand table, surveyed the red team fortifications under Richard’s command, which had been completely reinforced, and subconsciously frowned.

Mo Tan, Richard, Andre, and Teresa...

These four people have never underestimated Ramollok for even a second, because they have exhaustively studied his battle cases; because they are not ’normal’, so they know that perhaps that man doesn’t have excellent qualities, but at this moment, he is undoubtedly an excellent chess player.

And an excellent chess player is absolutely impossible to waste even a second meaninglessly after the war begins.

Therefore, they all have certain ’expectations’ for Ramollok, and this ’expectation’ becomes increasingly frightening as time progresses.

Finally!

When the curses in the audience reached a point of near suppression, Ramollok finally opened his eyes, and the four witnessing this scene held their breath simultaneously.

"Hmm... let’s do it this way."

After murmuring softly, Ramollok casually picked up an instruction card and wrote down the first instruction of the match with speeds nearly indiscernible to the naked eye using the shorthand feather pen.

The content was—

"Organize three high-mobility mixed scout groups centered around all active scouts."

Teresa let out a light gasp and abruptly stood up from her chair.

"What on earth is this guy trying to... wait!"

Mo Tan in the player area also stood up, unlike Teresa, he suddenly widened his eyes halfway through mumbling to himself and cast a look at Ramollok on screen number one filled with mixed fright: "No way..."

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

The reason is simple, anyone with the know-how can understand, even if Ramollok now desperately wants to grasp battlefield intelligence, he’s already lost the qualification to probe Richard’s position being nine minutes behind. He paid a significant price including mobility, support capability, and transfer capability, and that position almost woven into a layer of iron curtain was already as solid as a rock.

Not to mention three mixed scout groups, even thirteen mixed scout groups, would inevitably crash against Richard’s nearly fortress-like defense!

In other words, besides wasting nine minutes and losing at least one scout group needlessly, Ramollok cannot achieve any extra results. If forced to say, the three scout groups obtained in exchange for over two-tenths of the troop might slightly enhance wartime communication speed, but such a level of gain is far from constituting any advantage!

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