Chapter 35 Tactical discussion on the tip of the tongue
In the group competition and the team competition, the Chinese team successfully won three kill points on the home map. However, the next morning, during the routine review, the atmosphere was still not that relaxed.
So what if the three heads are divided?
It's just home field advantage. Don't forget, the next game is the opponent's home court!
"If it were me, I would definitely not choose to charge head-on in the next team match." During lunch time, Xiao Shiqin put down his plate and sat down next to Zhang Xinjie. Opposite him, Yu Wenzhou didn't even raise his head and said nothing.
After drinking half the bowl of corn keel soup, he put down the spoon and wiped his mouth.
"That's thanks to you."
"We discussed it together."
"No, I was talking about what you said at the press conference..."
Three of the four tactician masters laughed out loud. Even Zhang Xinjie, who adhered to the principle of "eating without speaking", slightly raised the corners of his mouth while laughing.
At the press conference, in view of the fact that a certain team leader refused to perform his duties as a team leader and adopted a non-violent and non-cooperative attitude of "Tear me off the sofa if you can", Yu Wenzhou had no choice but to appoint another person. Three tactician masters
They attended the meeting side by side, and the strategic focus of the speech was two words: deception.
Fooling, it’s hard to fool. It’s best to fool the fighting nation~~~ Of course, the fighting nation is also upright. The captain of the Russian team, classmate Alexander Ivanovich, was the first sentence when he summarized the reasons for the defeat.
It’s: “We repeated the same tactics from the past three games—”
Gee, so straightforward that when it was the Chinese team's turn to face reporters, they were embarrassed to quote Ye Xiu's famous speech to Baihua again.
Therefore, Xiao Shiqin's answer became: "The Chinese team is quite familiar with several powerful melee professions of the Russian team, including battle mage, boxer, and mad swordsman..."
to be honest.
to be honest.
Tell the truth and lead the opponent into a ditch... Our family has God of Fighting and King of Fighters (fake cos version). The number one mad swordsman of the year is now squatting in the sparring group. If you don't accept it, you can do it again.
Charge into battle in close combat...
"But the Russian team's style is still based on frontal force."
Ye Xiu lowered his head, used chopsticks to cut a piece of back meat of grilled crucian carp with green onions, and dipped it in the soup. The caramel-colored soup instantly seeped into the fish along the gaps, dyeing the snow-white fish meat into a dark brown color.
The fish skin is the same color.
After saying a sentence, Ye Xiu brought the fish meat to his lips, picked it up with his teeth and the tip of his tongue, and carefully picked at the thorns.
"Okay, stop talking!"
Xiao Shiqin, Yu Wenzhou, and Zhang Xinjie, who always kept quiet during meal times, interrupted at the same time.
If you still talk while eating crucian carp, do you think the fish bones are stuck in your throat?
In this foreign country, it would be troublesome to send him to the hospital to get the fish bones! He might even need to take X-rays and have an operation!
Ouch, I feel tired.
Why is this guy still our team leader?
"In short, the Russian team's style is still based on frontal force." Yu Wenzhou took over: "Considering their technical and tactical style and average age, I think the arena map should be a small one with an empty ground.
, forcing us to fight for the map."
He smoothly pushed the plate of chopped chicken to the middle of the dining table. The four people at the table each took their chopsticks down, and half of the 1/4 chicken neatly arranged on the white porcelain plate disappeared in an instant. The chicken legs were still intact.
The ground is stuck in place, the chicken skin is light yellow and firm, the chicken is snow white, and there is a little bit of red on the leg bones pointing straight to the sky, which makes people drool at the sight.
Yu Wenzhou pointed at the chicken drumstick with the tip of his chopsticks and tapped lightly:
"Their fighting method is to be the captain, so there is no way they won't be involved in team battles. The other two are in close combat..."
With a soft snapping sound, Xiao Shiqin picked up a plate of beef tendon that was stewed until it was golden red and shiny, soft and fluttering, and placed it next to the white chopped chicken.
"The boxing master is stronger than the mad sword. My guess is that the boxing master will not move, the mad sword will go to the ring, and another close combat will come in."
Ye Xiu was busy sipping the fish bones without saying anything. Zhang Xinjie looked over and continued to eat his own. Yu Wenzhou picked up a piece half politely and half curiously, and after taking the first bite, he reflexively spit it into his bone plate.
Searching the ground for water.
"Pfft...Pfft, why is it so spicy!"
Xiao Shiqin was mentally prepared for the spicy food he ate...but why was it so spicy?
It clearly looks like braised beef tendon...
A cup of drink appeared at hand at the right moment. Yu Wenzhou didn't have time to raise his head. He grabbed it and drank half the cup in one breath, washing away the spicy taste on his tongue before taking a deep breath. In the corner of his eye, the chair legs pricked and scratched the ground, and Jiang Botao
Smiling, he sat down on the outside edge of the square table. To Jiang Botao's right, Qiao Yifan came back again, running over with a glass of ice orange juice.
"Team Yu, drinks——"
"Ah, thank you very much." Yu Wenzhou raised his head and smiled back: "Have you finished eating? Sit down."
Qiao Yifan carefully pulled a chair over and set up a corner beside the square table. As soon as he opened the notebook, he heard Ye Xiu holding up half of the fish belly and interjecting vaguely: "I think..."
"Don't talk!"
Xiao Shiqin/Yu Wenzhou/Zhang Xinjie/Jiang Botao.
Ye Xiu shut up. He looked around, put down his chopsticks, and dragged half of the plate of fried crab with green onions and a very strange shape on Zhang Xinjie's table to the square table, and placed it in a triangle with the white chicken and spicy beef tendon.
.
Zhang Xinjie: "..."
Xiao Shiqin: "..."
Jiang Botao: "..."
Yu Wenzhou: "..."
He carefully observed the half plate of red flower crabs, picked up a piece, and turned it left and right. The snow-white crab meat was covered with a layer of light yellow thickening, and the aroma was fragrant as it turned. On the outside of the crab meat, red and white crab claws were split into two.
Half, the tip is like a spear or a halberd, hard and sharp. Although it is cooked, it will not make people feel better if it is poked.
"swordsman?"
Ye Xiu nodded.
Jiang Botao turned his face silently.
Flower crab.
and, Swordsman.
How did this idea come about?
Team Yu, your translation skills are unscientific!
"If it's a swordsman, will the opponent simply get a warlock?"
Jiang Botao said with a smile. After saying this, Ye Xiu and Zhang Xinjie met their eyes and nodded at the same time.
"It's possible." The person who answered was Xiao Shiqin: "Although the warlock and the swordsman are not teammates -"
Everyone including Yu Wenzhou and the other tactician masters chuckled.
"But according to previous deductions, the warlocks and priests of the Russian team are both commanders in their respective teams. If the home team pays attention to field control, there is a high possibility of a tactician master."
"Then, it may not be impossible to replace the priest with a guardian messenger."
While talking, a large bowl of steaming lotus root and pork ribs soup was pushed to the middle of the dining table, and placed symmetrically with the grilled crucian carp with green onions and half of the fish meat that had been torn off next to the flower crab.
Yu Wenzhou groaned, picked up the big spoon in the center of the soup bowl with one hand, and picked up the small bowls on the side with the other hand and started to fill the soup. With smooth and skillful movements, he scooped out a large piece of light brown glutinous rice flour, half of which covered his face.
For such a big lotus root, add a piece of meat steak with translucent cartilage, and add a spoonful of soup, it will be an eight-cent full bowl.
Just looking at the size and preparation of this lotus root, it is obvious that it is definitely a local product from the Thunder. Maybe it comes from the lake next to the Thunder Club... It is difficult for Yi Zhan's boss to have the ability to transport this thing.
Come to Switzerland...
Yu Wenzhou poured out one bowl after another, speaking as he did so:
"If the warlock controls the field, they also need a map cannon. Gunner or Yuanfa?"
"Is everything okay?"
White chopped chicken, beef tendon, fried crab in the inner circle, lotus root and pork rib soup, grilled crucian carp with green onions, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes in the outer circle, forming an irregular hexagon. The clustered hexagon was quickly dismantled, and the four
A master tactician moved the dishes back and forth while eating.
By the time the soup and rice were full and the tactical discussion came to an end, the dishes on the table were already in a mess. On the plate of boiled chicken was cucumbers with minced garlic, and a large ball of fried spinach was mixed into the scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Half a cup of orange juice was poured into the half-drained lotus root and pork ribs soup. The color was extremely strange...
Qiao Yifan, who was huddled at the corner of the table, keeping his head down while taking notes, turned his head silently.
Should he say that luckily he came with enough to eat? Huh?