"Obviously," Asker said, "If you choose the hilltop at the back, your view of the battlefield may be blocked by this hilltop."
"We have humiliated ourselves again." Mi'er whispered.
Sheila ignored her. After all, this kind of thing still needed to be clarified, so she continued to question the leader:
"You have never been to the hilltop behind, how do you know that your line of sight will be blocked by this hilltop? Do you rely on height and distance to calculate the overlooking angle? So how to accurately determine the height and distance? From a visual perspective, the distance of an object will affect
It will bring errors in height estimates..."
"Why do you think it's so complicated?" Ask asked strangely, "I said it was just 'maybe' it would be blocked."
"Maybe..." Silla was speechless.
"Yes." Ask pointed out to her, "It's the so-called fault tolerance issue."
"Many times, when the optimal solution involves certain risks, the next best thing is to choose a safer sub-optimal solution, which is actually the optimal solution under the current situation."
"On-the-spot calculation? It doesn't exist. Every battlefield has its own complex conditions. How can you have so much time to calculate? Everyone can choose the optimal solution with their eyes closed. How to choose the most critical one among many variables?
, is the time to test your decision-making ability."
Sheila:………………
"So you didn't do any calculation?" she asked incredulously. "You just thought that the view of the mountains behind would be blocked, so you chose the front?"
"Yes."
"What if it is actually wrong?" Sheila said, "If there is no calculation to confirm, what if the line of sight is not actually blocked? What if the optimal solution is indeed the optimal solution?"
"Then I can accept the cost of this estimation error. This is the so-called error tolerance rate." Asker said calmly, "It is a matter of choice in game theory."
Game theory... Sheila secretly noted it down.
Mi'er listened and nodded silently.
The three of them continued to observe the distance, and when no one could stop the girls from advancing, the war inevitably came to an end.
In the command camp, when Sidrifa and Eleanor rushed in, they saw that the commander had his hands tied and was slumped on the chair in a coma.
"You got it done so quickly?" Eleanor said in surprise.
"That's right." As the ability was lifted, Medea and Nora appeared in their field of vision, "If this guy hadn't sent out all his personal guards, we really wouldn't have found a chance to strike.
"
"Their guards were taken care of by us." Peggy and Mia also walked in and said.
"Then, let's go find the leader."
After the war ended, on the one hand, people from the Falcon family were needed to take over the two towns, and on the other hand, the battle was reviewed.
In fact, even Aske, who has always had high standards and strict requirements, could not fault the girls' performance.
He watched the entire battle from a tree. Whether it was ability, fighting style, consciousness, coordination or positioning, the fighting qualities displayed by everyone had completely reached the entry-level level of active players.
Before time travel, it could be used to kill professional high-level players, and even play in e-sports arenas.
Of course, if they were really thrown into the cruel professional world, they would be just average newcomers, and their abilities could only barely reach the threshold.
As for the results of the competition, it's better not to be wild and immersed in studying. But if they really join their own team, there will definitely be a large number of scouts waiting outside every day to recruit people.
For no reason, these are all female players, and they are also young and beautiful female players. In the professional circle where yang is strong and yin is weak, they are comparable to giant pandas. Even if their skills are not as good as others, they can still receive more calls than male players.
Many advertising endorsements.
After all, when the audience sees a male contestant making a mistake, they will only call him a noob. When they hear the female anchor of the game being brutally tortured by the opponent, screaming and wailing, and the jade sound broadcast, they will become even more excited... The gender thinking here is completely different.
the same.
"Huh." Nora suddenly said.
"What's wrong?" Asked.
"It seems like something is peeking at me." Nora looked at the edge of the trench in the distance and said doubtfully.
"Oh." Ask said.
"You seem to know something?" Nora said suspiciously.
"I can guess some." Asker waved his hand, "Let's go, finish the remaining root as soon as possible, and then turn back to Stuttgart."
The last "root" is the small town of Prossingen, which lies in the middle of the road between Stuttgart and Ulm. Probably because of the news of the defeat on the front line, the atmosphere in the trenches outside Prossingen was very tense.
"The enemy is rushing in!"
"Seven o'clock!"
"Bring the anti-armor missiles here!"
As soon as Eleanor and Sydliba rushed in, they saw two objects dragging long white smoke on the opposite side of the trench, flying in front of them almost instantly.
Anti-armor missiles, also called "anti-tank missiles", are specially designed for vehicles and powered armor. The shaped charge inside and the metal jet generated at the moment of explosion can penetrate most powered armor instantly.
However, the shadows on the soles of the two people's feet suddenly stood up, like two open doors, swallowing up the incoming anti-armor missiles.
Soldier on the opposite side:???
"You two, be careful!" Mia poked her head out of the shadows, "Don't be like Paige, okay?"
"Thanks, Mia." Eleanor also realized what it was just now. Even if she caught it with her own shield, she probably wouldn't be able to escape being shattered into pieces.
"Okay, you are actually playing dirty tricks!" Hildrifa shouted, and shot out the North Wind Ax in her hand, freezing the two soldiers in the distance who dropped the missile tubes and fled into ice sculptures.
The crowd continued to advance rapidly, almost unstoppable along the way. No matter machine guns, snipers or anti-armor missiles, they could not keep pace with these girls. Soon the morale of the entire town's defenders was lost, and they were left behind everywhere.
Soldiers fleeing like headless flies with weapons.
Eleanor had just turned the corner of an alley when a figure suddenly jumped out from the roof next to her and hit her head hard with both fists.
In the flash of lightning, she drew her gun, turned around, and stabbed upwards, hitting the opponent's shoulder. However, the soldier just grabbed the front end of her gun and pulled it outwards hard, pulling Eleanor staggering almost.
I couldn't stand firm.
Eleanor:!!!
She weighs 1.4 tons with her powered armor included. She almost fell down when she was pulled by the opponent! What the hell is that? Does it have the power of a dragon and an elephant?
When she raised her eyes, she could clearly see the appearance of the soldier in front of her: his muscles were tangled, his body was abnormally huge, and his skin exuded a strange green sheen.
"WAAAGH!" An unknown cry came from the soldier's mouth, and he roared towards her again.
Eleanor made a small jump first, dodging the opponent's strong and slow hug, and the spear in her hand stretched out like a dragon again.
The crazy soldier suddenly stretched out his hand, trying to catch the tip of the spear she was thrusting at, but Eleanor suddenly stopped during the thrust, and took advantage of the moment when the opponent's grasp was empty to rush forward again.
Two thrusts.
The tip of the spear tore half of the opponent's neck open, revealing horrific flesh and blood wounds covering the trachea and neck bones. An ordinary person, with such injuries and blood loss, would have already fallen into a state of coma and shock.
But this weird green-skinned soldier continued to attack Eleanor as if he felt no pain at all.