Four Split Personalities

"A simple L-shaped formation."

Richard chuckled dryly and said faintly, "The vertical line on the left cuts off contact between our position and allied forces, while the horizontal line below blocks the already fragile position of Ramollok that seems to fall apart at a mere touch."

Miranda furrowed her brows, flipped a few pages forward in her notebook, and frowned, "I bought an early sketch of that simulation from the Cloud Traveler Inn, and according to the records, if Ramollok indeed abandoned his position and directed most of his forces into the central area of the battlefield, the situation for the blue side looks like... um..."

"Overwhelmingly unfavorable?"

Richard laughed heartily and nodded slightly, "That’s right, that’s indeed the case. Young lady, your observational skills are sharp, your thoughts are very clear, and your overall view is excellent. Honestly... compared to journalism, I think you could seriously consider a career in the military."

Miranda stuck out her tongue, somewhat bashfully whispered, "I have considered it, but I fear hardship and have poor stress tolerance, so..."

"Haha, when it comes to stress tolerance, no one in the allied high command at that time was worse than that guy Hei Fan, and Lady Teresa... after leaving the command room wasn’t even as good as our Military God."

Richard made a face and then suddenly his expression stiffened slightly, "Of course, saying that Hei Fan had a bad mindset is on the condition that it didn’t involve Forget Language, otherwise... sigh."

He nervously rubbed his cheek, his complexion a bit pale.

Miranda opened her mouth, clearly wanting to ask something off-topic, written as gossip, but ultimately she restrained her curiosity, glanced towards the balcony, sensibly changed the subject, "So, Ramollok’s decision at that time seemed unwise from a macro perspective, even a serious mistake."

"Hehe, Bati and I have studied this question before."

Richard smiled, leaned slightly forward to glance at the notebook in Miranda’s hand, "Want to know the result?"

Miranda immediately nodded in rapid succession.

"It wasn’t a mistake because a mistake presupposes ’unintentional’, whereas Ramollok’s behavior was ’intentional’, very intentional."

Richard yawned tiredly, his sharp gaze gradually becoming cloudy, "Certainly, as you said, from a macro perspective, Ramollok’s decision wasn’t wise. But the issue is, in that competition, the combat goal for both sides was ’protect our own positions’, in other words..."

Miranda lowered her eyes to look at the notebook in her hand, muttered, "In other words, for Ramollok, the real condition for victory had nothing to do with whether the blue side won or lost. In that match, as long as he crushed Mr. Richard’s position, it was enough."

"Indeed."

Richard narrowed his eyes slightly, sighed gently, "Ramollok blocked my position and took out my scouts in batches, while simultaneously sending three sets of false battle reports to the blue side’s forward command center. In the absence of any specific information, he falsely reported the maneuver position of our main force, and during the diversion process, tore open several breaches, forcibly turning the high ground I’m on into a strategic point."

Miranda gasped as she stopped writing, staring blankly at the elderly man pretending to nap before her, "False battle reports... reporting false major force positions? This..."

"If it weren’t for the simulated confrontation, the consequence of such actions would be that even if the blue side eventually won the battle, Ramollok would be sent to a military tribunal for judgment. Even in simulated confrontation, this operation would deduct a lot of extra points from him once the match results were announced."

Richard lazily smiled, whispered, "But what does it matter? He’s not going to be truly sent to a military tribunal because that simulation ended directly with the complete collapse of my position, and he doesn’t care about losing a lot of points because regardless, achieving the strategic goal means his score wouldn’t be lower than mine for not achieving the strategic goal."

"What is the meaning of this?!"

Miranda gritted Silver Teeth, frowned tightly, said, "Why did he do it? Clearly... sorry, Mr. Richard, but as you said, even if he competed in a normal way, he still had a high probability of winning, right?"

Richard smiled kindly, winked at the tight-faced Miranda, "You’re really a kind kid. Well, as you said, even if he doesn’t choose such an extreme approach, it wouldn’t matter. As long as Ramollok wanted, he could have easily defeated me, and to my knowledge, he’s not the type to do something specifically for show."

Miranda didn’t reply, only gently nodded.

"To conclude directly, with Ramollok’s guidance, the blue side received erroneous intelligence and chose to advance directly, while my direct units that had just completed position transformation faced extended isolation from intelligence and their morale dropped to freezing point. Therefore, they could be shattered at a touch."

Richard poured himself a third cocktail, ignored the cold gaze from the direction of the balcony, grinned at Miranda, "More details aren’t lacking, such as how Ramollok exploited the ’Battle Six type’ loophole, such as how the blue side receiving false intelligence likely loses that war in the end, etc., these I can certainly tell you, but..."

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