[Desert Sea, the map area is 33 square kilometers, the proportion of land is 79%, the proportion of oasis is 10%, and the proportion of ocean is 11%. The vegetation is sparse, the terrain is flat, be careful of quicksand. 】
[Battle format, small corps combat, maximum number of people on the battlefield is 40, weather extraction confirmation: sandstorm.]
[Equipments available for this battle: Constructed mechas, wheeled vehicles. Supported by fighter formations, but not supported by fleets.]
The information is displayed on the public screen.
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Lu Ze stood on the hoverboard with his arms folded, looking at the light screen calmly without saying a word.
The students below seemed to regard him as air.
The students who participated in the battle this time were from the second row.
Among them, there are only 4 freshmen, and the remaining 16 are actually from the Comprehensive Combat Academy.
This information finally gave some comfort to the students in the audience.
【So, can you win this game? 】
Xue Jin, who had been baptized in the first game, now even his palms are shaking.
His throat was dry as he looked at the real-time battlefield light screen.
More than 600 of them are like a group of unknown gold, diamond, and platinum players who are matched with the first team in black. Can they win?
Can win...
What a hell!
It has to be said that Xue Jin, who has experienced severe beatings from society, finally guessed right for once.
This time I chose to play the Hurricane Academy steadily, and even lost faster than the first time.
The appearance of a large number of wild riding mechas seems to be announcing that this battle will choose a stable positional battle.
However, the Royal Academy of London went against the norm this time and compiled a total of 6 fighter mechas. These 6 fighter mechas, which are known for their speed, were all equipped with invisible construction chips and speed increasing plug-ins.
Start quickly seizing wheeled vehicles.
One vehicle after another roared forward.
The audience was surprised to find that these vehicles were not entirely combat vehicles, but also had several sand detection vehicles.
Therefore, the Royal London College, which easily grasped the light and dark distribution of quicksand, instantly grasped the right time and place.
The Royal London College, which was aware of the hurricane and did not dare to act rashly, alternately used heavy firepower from wheeled vehicles for bombing.
The Hurricane Academy only resisted for a minute and realized that this was a completely passive state of being beaten. How could the energy and ammunition reserves of the mad riding mecha be compared with that of large vehicles?
So the Hurricane 2 team began to move, preparing to find natural bunkers and re-establish their positions.
As a result, during the movement, he was deceived one after another by the optical illusions arranged by the opponent's elemental mecha.
One-third of the personnel were swallowed directly by the quicksand before they even came into contact with the battle.
The No. 2 team, whose tactics were completely disrupted, fell into chaos. They were trapped in the open terrain but did not dare to move at will.
One after another, the Crazy Riding mechas that chose the heavy defensive route were eventually killed by the fierce firepower.
This has to be said to be a kind of irony.
[The end of the second round of the match, London Royal Academy vs. Hurricane Academy, points for this round, 20:0.]
[Accumulated points, 40:0.]
This red number hung in the middle of the light curtain, making hundreds of people unable to lift their heads in shame!
Not only was the scene silent, the students even lowered their heads, and their willingness to communicate with each other began to decline.
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Royal London College, Sky Garden Arena.
The team members who had experienced two consecutive battles opened the simulation cabin and stepped out to stretch their bodies.
Jesse Neville looked at the girl behind captain Joshua with interest.
The light brown medium-haired ponytail and short combat uniform reveal her amazing abdominal muscles. The beauty formed by years of exercise adds a bit of wildness to this girl.
"What a charming scenery." Jesse didn't hide his burning gaze.
"Alexia, the sister of Cecilia of the Red Rose family, the proud White Eagle." Cyril leaned back and scratched his messy chicken coop hairstyle. After becoming a noble, although he was not so
As a big nobleman, Cyril is quite concerned about his image.
But unfortunately, with his explosive hair gene, he really couldn't take care of his wild hair, and in the end he had to accept his fate.
"She is my cake." Jesse turned his head, his eyes shining with a deep luster.
Although Cyril Coffin felt unwilling for a moment, he finally shrugged his shoulders freely.
"As you wish, I have no intention of competing with you."
"Cyril, the glory of the Coffin family will definitely reappear in you." Jesse showed a bright smile and patted his companion on the shoulder.
After two consecutive battles, it seems that the Royal College of London, which has suffered zero battle losses, is expressing its attitude in another way. Friends from Imperial College seem to have no chance to appear.
"Thank you, dear brother Jesse." Cyril still liked Jesse's blessing very much. After all, the pressure placed on him by the family's expectations every day was too great.
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The third battle went on as scheduled.
The members of the open class, who experienced two blows in succession, did not sink. Instead, they took an attitude of knowing their shame and then being brave, and participated in the battle with a far more upright attitude than the previous two games.
Jungle terrain.
The team members who were good at mechas lost to the Royal Academy team that had acquired supersonic fighter jets.
Only then did people remember that Royal Holloway seemed to be famous for its aerial combat.
It’s not just the Royal Academy of London, it extends directly to the entire Great Eagle Empire. The rise of air power is called the Renaissance of the Royal Air Force!
[The third round of the match ended, Royal Academy of London versus Hurricane Academy, the points for this round were 20:3.]
[Accumulated points, 60:3.]
Hurricane Academy achieved 0 breakthroughs, but these 3 points were so ironic in the eyes of the students who watched the entire process!
The three Royal Academy students who were defeated were all shot down by the Hurricane Academy, which barely formed an anti-aircraft firepower network because their fighter jets had been in air combat for too long.
In the corps battle, the three opponents we finally defeated turned out to be constructor pilots who did not drive mechas.
The losing students looked unwilling. After exiting the simulation cabin, they looked at Lu Ze, only to find that the latter had no intention of explaining.
"Is your teaching just for us unprofessionals and professionals to fight?"
"The first lesson raised him too high!"
Some students who were angry said unwillingly.
These voices were mixed in with the low discussion. Although they were inconspicuous, they could not escape Lu Ze's ears.
However, he still didn't respond.
Su Tong, who was sitting in the fourth row, pursed her lips and glanced at Lu Ze, who was standing in the air with a dull expression.
It was her turn to appear in the fourth battle.
If it was 1 on 1, Su Tong was not worried and was even confident that he could beat anyone on the opposite team.
However, the fighting method of corps warfare infinitely reduces the power of individuals.
The observation time gained from three battles allowed Su Tong to have a clear judgment on the strength of both sides.
The opponent is a regular army, and our side...
It's really a makeshift ragtag army.
Therefore, in the fourth battle, I can only do my best.
[Oh, my juniors have become teachers, where can I go to reason?]
Su Tong raised her head and gave Lu Ze a look that looked dissatisfied but was actually cute, and entered the map.
