signingbooks Chapter 761 - 538: Strategizing, Arrival of the Baihu Corps_2
Chapter 761 - 538: Strategizing, Arrival of the Baihu Corps_2
He didn’t rush to give orders. Instead, he brought crucial data on the command screen to the forefront—data just sent from headquarters: the estimated arrival times of the beast tides at satellite cities 4 to 8, as well as numbers of Snow Beasts, overall combat strength assessments, and more.
"City 4, Snow Beasts arriving in 10 minutes; City 6, in 17 minutes; City 8, in 23 minutes; City 7, in 28 minutes..."
Zhou Ziming’s fingertips brushed the screen, a light shimmering in his eyes.
Excellent, there is a clear time difference.
This battle will be fought using the timing differences!
Command
This was what he was truly passionate about, his exquisite and unparalleled war game.
Recollecting his days at Dawn Military Academy, he was undoubtedly the pride of the Conducting Department.
In every simulation battle or command competition, as long as he participated, first place was never had by another.
He was obsessed with the feeling of strategizing and controlling the whole picture, and intoxicated by the ultimate thrill of manipulating enemies within his calculated steps, ultimately annihilating them completely.
But after graduating and entering the Space Fleet Command Department, everything changed.
He had a multitude of strategies but could only shrink in the cold command room, engaging in tedious battle discussions, offering suggestions that could be dismissed at any moment.
He was forever an observer, a suggestor, and sometimes even invisible.
He could not wait.
He couldn’t wait to follow the so-called "step-by-step" approach, spending years or more than a decade to gain qualifications, hence he took the bait laid by that person, ultimately landing in jail.
He once hated but never regretted it.
Given the chance to do it all over a million times, he would never miss the opportunity to lead alone.
And now, although he wore a criminal’s badge, he finally held the command power he dreamed of.
"The war game has begun."
Zhou Ziming murmured in his heart, his originally calm eyes suddenly turning sharp like an eagle, his demeanor instantly shifting like an unsheathed sword, brimming with sharpness.
His fingers flew across the virtual screen, one command after another dispatched, his tone steady and confident, fully demonstrating his composed orchestration.
Qin Tian stood by listening, and quickly grasped the tactical core of Zhou Ziming.
The thought process of this Conducting Department genius was clear and definite, centered around the time difference.
He first assembled elite forces from various units, led by Xiong, Terreda, Xue Wuyang, and Old Ghost, heading directly for the more urgent City 4, with a clear objective—to swiftly break through the beast tide there, solving the immediate crisis first.
Meanwhile, orders were given for the second regiment of City 1, along with the fifth regiment stationed at the Ice Extreme Pass headquarters, to rush to City 6 immediately to establish a strong defensive line before the beast tide arrives;
To buy time for subsequent deployments, Zhou Ziming dispatched Karsas and Kazik, two powerful spirit beasts, to the outskirts of City 8 for harassment, slowing the advance of the beast tide.
No matter how the battle progresses in City 4, around the 15-minute mark, Xue Wuyang and Old Ghost must immediately disengage from combat and lead their forces directly to City 7 to ensure the last city’s defensive line doesn’t fall.
The remaining soldiers of Cities 2 and 3, after finishing off the remaining few beasts, will quickly rush to City 8. With support from Karsas and Kazik, though completely annihilating the enemy might be difficult, defending the city would be easily achievable.
The entire strategy was tightly interwoven, featuring both the breakthrough power from concentrated elite forces and the prudence of spreading out for defense, as well as time-delaying tactics and precise transitions. It maximized the utilization of limited forces while perfectly avoiding the shortfall of scattered troops.
Qin Tian watched as the various units, seemingly guided by an invisible hand, moved towards their target directions in an orderly manner, the smile on his lips growing broader.
No wonder he is a genius in command; even a small test of skill shows his capabilities.
At this moment, Zhou Ziming quietly watched the screen, his expression steady, as if he had foreseen the course of the battle.
At this moment, he was not a prisoner with a criminal badge but the mastermind behind this intricate battle, a genius commander wielding the power of thousands.
As soon as the command was issued, the entire Ice Extreme Pass forces began to function like a tightly wound precision machine, operating rapidly.
Toward City 4, the elite troops led by Xiong, Terreda, Xue Wuyang, and Old Ghost surged through the Gate of Space, racing towards the city outskirts.
At this point, the Snow Beast tide had appeared at the end of the field of view, dark shadows carried by the wind and snow approaching.
Xiong swung the giant blood-colored axe, his Qi and Blood surging around him, charge leading into the edge of the beast tide, cleaving several Snow Beasts in half with each swing.
Terreda’s Zhanshou saber gleamed coldly, his form like lightning, whipping up a death tornado within the beast tide.
Xue Wuyang led the elite squad to form a wedge-shaped offensive, precisely piercing through the weak points of the beast tide; Old Ghost, accompanied by the Barbarian Race elite, swept the flanks, cleaning up any stragglers.
With four main forces in action, the impact power of the elite troops was brought to the extreme, the originally surging beast tide subjected to a frenzied slaughter.
On the other side, the second regiment of City 1 had yet to complete battlefield closure but immediately regrouped to head towards City 6.
The fifth regiment, stationed at the Ice Extreme Pass, was already set to move out.
Both forces converged outside City 6 via the Gate of Space
Soldiers quickly constructed defensive fortifications, preparing in full readiness.
On the outskirts of City 8, Karsas and Kazik dashed through space, reaching above the beast tide.
Karsas unfolded the Soul Scripture, unleashing countless ghostly green Soul Army units to strike against the Snow Beast tide, where the Soul Shock swept through, the Snow Beasts fell into a stupor; Kazik flickered like a phantom, every swing of his scythe-like arms claiming a Snow Beast’s life, targeting elite Snow Beasts specifically.
The two spirit beasts, one at a distance and one up close, one disrupting and one killing, thrust the steadily advancing Snow Beast tide into chaos, dramatically slowing its progress, buying precious time for reinforced troops to arrive.
At the battlefields of Cities 2 and 3, the remaining soldiers, after addressing the last of the beasts, converged their forces without a moment’s delay and rushed to aid City 8.
They dashed through the snowy grounds, the sound of colliding armor and footsteps intertwining in the wind and snow.
With the interference of Karsas and Kazik, they could secure the city upon arrival.
From above, Qin Tian, through the Mirror Demon’s ice mirror, took all of this in.
The actions of each unit precisely aligned with the tactical layout, executing without a shred of delay, and the previously precarious entire-area battle situation had begun to progress steadily towards a controllable outcome.
Seeing this, Qin Tian nodded in satisfaction.
In his eyes, Zhou Ziming was exactly the rare commanding talent he needed under his command—Zhou Ziming’s sense of the bigger picture, decision-making prowess in battle, and precise insight and utilization of each subordinate’s abilities were beyond the reach of others.
Under his command was never a shortage of brave generals to charge into battles, but what was truly lacking was such a strategist who could strategize remotely and determine outcomes, akin to Han Xin.
On the battlefield, the sounds of fierce combat reached the skies as the battle had already entered an intense phase.
Qin Tian was not merely observing; he conjured up dozens of avatars with a flick of his fingers. These avatars did not directly engage in combat but became "mobile supports"—whenever soldiers were injured, they were immediately healed.
The soldiers, seeing the commander’s avatars always supporting from the rear, felt their morale soar higher, charging forward with even greater courage, like unstoppable tigers descending the mountain.
However, the battle did not progress as everyone had hoped.
Despite Zhou Ziming’s excellent command, with Xiong, Terreda, Xue Wuyang, Old Ghost steadfastly propping up the high-end battlefield, and every soldier fighting valiantly without fear of death, the sheer number of Snow Beasts was overwhelming, their assaults relentless.
Often, just when a battle at one satellite city concluded, the soldiers barely had time to rest before they had to rush to another satellite city to face a new wave of beast tide.
Under such high-intensity continuous combat, even seasoned veterans found it hard to hide their fatigue.
Seeing this, Qin Tian knew it was time for him to act and end this farce once and for all.
Yet, just as he was gathering spiritual energy, ready to act, his military communicator on his wrist suddenly rang.
The caller ID showed a number he had just added a few days ago, the owner of which was none other than the soon-to-be Baihu Corps Commander under his command
Ran Tu.
Qin Tian’s lips curled into a smile.
It seems this farce didn’t need him to personally conclude it.