Four Split Personalities

Jiawen nodded with interest and asked curiously, "What are the options?"

"The bad option is to urgently gather equivalent or even larger-scale troops and push forward before the Red side completely digests the neutral zone. Due to distance reasons, those three vanguard armies must initially act as the main force."

Ramollok shrugged, a cold curve lifting at the corner of his mouth: "This option can prevent the Blue side from losing too much initiative. In fact, given the unique way those three armies crossed the border earlier, they likely already have considerable intelligence on the neutral zone. If they react quickly enough, they might even seize some advantageous locations first."

Though not a professional in this field, Jiawen, being smart enough, coupled with Ramollok’s straightforward explanation, almost immediately understood his words and then pressed on: "And what about the other worse option?"

"The worse option is for the Blue side to abandon the neutral zone and immediately establish a tiered defense line locally. This option’s benefit is that it allows the vanguard troops relatively adequate rest and facilitates the choice of strategic offensive points. Put simply, it’s exchanging space for time, forcibly tilting the balance back from Red side’s advantage."

Ramollok spread his hands, speaking eloquently: "The issue lies in the word ’space.’ Given that both sides are roughly equivalent, the probability of the Blue side reclaiming the neutral zone is very low. The seemingly rebalanced situation also has hidden dangers. In other words, if the Black Vatican’s strength substantially surpasses Foster, then this strategy might work. But if it truly were that strong, the first wave crossing wouldn’t have been pushed back so easily, so giving up the neutral zone is akin to slow suicide."

Jiawen furrowed her brow before quickly abandoning the thought: "Though I didn’t fully understand this ’worse option,’ given the current situation, the Blue side likely hasn’t chosen to fight this way, right?"

"Of course, despite underestimating the Black Vatican initially, he absolutely isn’t an idiot."

Ramollok chuckled and pointed to the screen where the neutral zones sparkled with red light, speaking in a light-hearted tone: "He didn’t intend to compress his space, so he chose to sacrifice the massive losses of those initial three armies in exchange for seizing an intervention area, holding Foster in the center of the map, which is indeed very decisive."

"So what?"

"So then..."

...

"Despite Foster still firmly holding the initiative, the Black Vatican Priest hasn’t actually lost much."

Richard adjusted his glasses, emotionlessly speaking to Andre: "Moreover, the latter is continuously escalating the combat intensity on the main battlefield, forcibly tearing into the Red side, attempting to reclaim the initiative."

Andre used his thumb to stroke his grey-white stubble, squinting slightly: "Feels off."

"Yes, indeed, something feels off."

Richard nodded slightly, a white gleam passing his lens: "The Red side’s tactics are somewhat conservative."

"Indeed, though the aggression and threat level remain, and troop allocation efficiency is high with a stable pace, however..."

Andre shook his head, hesitantly saying: "Style is off."

"Though she controls the pace, it’s not her usual rhythm."

Richard took a deep breath, speaking solemnly: "You’re right, Andre, it’s a style issue. The Red side hasn’t made any mistakes and is indeed exerting all effort for victory, but this isn’t that child’s usual style."

Although neither mentioned the name throughout, they both were well aware of who was sitting in the Red command room.

As guardians watching Teresa grow up, Richard and Andre are undoubtedly among those who know this girl the best in the world.

Moreover, as Teresa’s mentor, despite the girl’s fewer war simulations in recent years, these two famous generals remain well-versed in her command style.

Clearly, in their view, besides the opening flash that pushed the Blue side back, their darling, Teresa Tarosa, never actually employed her most skilled combat style.

It’s worth mentioning that there’s a misconception here: many would assume that not using one’s proficient style would weaken the commander, affecting overall strength.

This statement is both right and not right.

Ultimately, style is unrelated to strength; it’s purely a matter of ’style’ in the literal sense.

For example, if you usually write using clerical script but switch to semi-cursive during an exam, will this affect your essay score?

Theoretically, it shouldn’t as the quality of the article itself is unrelated to the font.

However, using a non-habitual font for writing might still influence the candidate. Not entirely removing this possibility.

Yet this issue likely doesn’t arise with Teresa for a simple reason: although she hasn’t used her usual style, she seems comfortable with her current tactical style.

In other words, barring any miraculous over-performance, Teresa is unlikely to err because of this.

"If I’m not mistaken..."

A flicker of displeasure passed through Andre’s eyes.

"It’s my style."

Richard Ducasse’s pale long face revealed a slight smile, small but glaring to Andre.

"This merely shows your style is too ordinary."

"Just say you’re jealous."

"..."

...

"Near limit precision is Uncle Richard’s hallmark in battle command."

Teresa smiled at Lian, who had just recorded orders, accepted the detailed battle report handed over, and while scanning it, commented: "He’s the calmest person I’ve encountered and most textbook-resembling in style. His tactics, like him, always meticulous."

Lian recalled the seldom-expressive face of their dean and found it hard to disagree with Teresa’s assessment.

"Comparatively, Uncle Richard cannot tolerate unnecessary mistakes over mere victory pursuit, and this trait has brought him countless impressive victories."

Teresa lifted her gaze from the battle report, looking anew at the complex, fervent sand table before her, chuckling: "And what’s most lacking for the Black Vatican Priest is a textbook rigorous enough."

In an instant, near the perimeter of codename [Umbrella] stronghold, two Mage Groups perfectly shielded behind a phalanx were ’allowed’ to appear, promptly performing a trio of joint spell casting rounds with aesthetically pleasing fluency, burying the Blue side’s two Scout Groups and three Heavy Cavalry Squads at the stronghold’s perimeter.

This was a non-complex [Displacement Cover] + [Parallel Fire Coverage], basic tactical foundational tactics, yet under Teresa’s surgically precise deployment, it caused a vile chemical reaction, efficiently stifling the Blue side’s nascent counterattack in the cradle.

"Don’t worry, senior."

Teresa smiled at Lian, blinking: "I’ve started collecting tuition already~"

The next instant, her smile suddenly froze.

Almost simultaneously as those minor threats outside the [Umbrella] stronghold were eliminated, two blue markers abruptly emerged on the map—

Directly piercing her [Nut] and [Ribbon] major fortifications!

Chapter 1315: End

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