The rivalry between the audiences of the two countries, or, in what Cha Xiaoxia recorded in the manuscript, a scene "similar to singing during military training" did not disturb the national team players. Regardless of the Chinese team or the American team, both teams were singing.
I entered the player tunnel before and went straight to my lounge.
The deep passage and the heavy reinforced concrete building blocked out all the noise. As soon as the door closed, the captain of the American team, battle mage William Jones, spoke loudly:
"We didn't play well in the last game. It was mainly my problem and we didn't get off to a good start. But,"
His tone suddenly rose:
"We are still one head ahead. Moreover, we have home field advantage in the next team competition. Stay steady and play hard, we can win!"
He nodded to his teammates, turned to the side, and sat down directly. John Thrall, the master of Shadow Jump with the combat thief, immediately stood up, greeted several players who participated in the team competition, and sat together in the corner of the lounge.
lock up.
He nodded to his teammates, turned to the side, and sat down. Then, the master of Shadow Leap, the combat thief John Thrall, immediately stood up and greeted several players who were participating in the team competition, gathering in the corner of the lounge.
Sit in a circle.
As the captain of the runner-up team and the de facto leader of one of the two groups of the American team, John Thrall is the organizer and leader of the next team competition. Well, although, it is not the tactical command...
So it was a pleasure to give up the captaincy of the American team. John Sal stood up and spoke, and it was his duty to do so:
"We have confirmed the tactical ideas for the team competition for the last time. - First of all, in the arena competition just now, the five players of the Chinese team were Sanren, ammunition experts, swordsmen? Qigong masters and warlocks. If we follow the idea of minimizing the consumption of players? Then
,How many of the above people? There is a high probability that they will not appear in the team competition."
"but……"
John Thrall's personal teammate? Sharpshooter "White Death" Stanley McCree calmly added:
"It is also very possible that the Chinese team, like the time they played against the Swedish team, will let all the strong players play again. So, the individual and the swordsman? These two top five players of the Chinese team? We have to be on guard."
"And the warlock—"
Miss Demonic Scholar Liliana Lester raised her hand:
"The warlock of the Chinese team is a well-known tactician. He has always taken turns with the mechanic and served as the team leader. The previous arena battle can be regarded as an accident, and it did not put much pressure on the players? The last time the mechanic was in charge? This one
Field, the possibility of a warlock taking over the command cannot be ignored."
"You are right." John Thrall drew a circle on the tactical tablet and raised his head: "So in this team battle, we must pay attention to the Chinese team's tactical command? Warlock or priest——"
Just when I said this, at the very edge of my right hand, I raised a hand very calmly.
"There are also Sanren. That Sanren is also a master tactician, and? He has a record of serving as a commander in team battles three times."
The speaker is Joseph Joyce, the warlock of the US team and the captain of the San Francisco Bridge team. Although he is the captain of the fifth team this season, Joseph Joyce has always been known for being withdrawn. Even when he is about to enter the game, he still sits silently.
Standing at the edge of the team, he used his raised collar to cover the lower half of his face, as if he was afraid of being seen.
Even when he spoke, he only raised his face a little bit, and immediately lowered it as soon as he finished speaking. This look was more ninja than ninja, more assassin than assassin, just looking at it made people want to grab it.
Hold him, pick him up and shake him hard:
——Can we have a good chat?
Miss Lily frowned and retorted. Joseph Joyce glanced at her quickly, lowered his head further, buried his whole face in the stand-up collar, and said nothing. John Thrall retorted:
"This possibility is unlikely. When the individual came off the field, the entire national team, even all the professional players and the audience stood up and applauded. It was obviously the treatment of retired players in the farewell game. If the individual has to compete in the team competition later, at least his
Teammates, they won’t react like that.”
Miss Magic Scholar also stopped talking. John Thrall tapped the tactical tablet:
"So next, let's seize the time to go through Plan 1 and Plan 4, focusing on the tactical command styles of Warlocks and Priests -"
Nervous, thin discussions echoed in the lounge.
If the atmosphere in the US team's lounge was tense, then the Chinese team, which was one point behind, had reason to be even more nervous than they were. However, both Ye Xiu and Yu Wenzhou had a relaxed look on their faces when they looked at the players.
Yes, it’s not a deliberate smile.
When Yu Wenzhou came on the stage just now, everyone's emotions had been suppressed and restrained. Now, it's time to cheer up.
"The opponent only has half of the American team. Are you happy?"
Ye Xiu couldn't wait to speak. His face was full of joy, and he bounced every step. Looking at the way he moved his hands and feet, anyone who didn't know it thought he was going to tap dance on the spot.
Of course, based on someone's daily motor skills, whether the dance can be performed, and whether it looks good when performed, is another matter.
In short, the leader of the national team turned the group attack into a single attack before the whole team could focus their fire, and pointed at Wang Jiexi alone:
"It seems that you can get along with that magic scholar again. How about it? Do you have the confidence to beat her again?"
Wang Jiexi: "..."
Roll your eyes, turn your head, and say nothing.
Those who competed in the team competition were in the inner circle, and those who did not compete in the team competition were in the outer circle. Everyone looked on with a smile. No one thought there was anything wrong with Wang Jiexi's rolling eyes. Even Yu Wenzhou only smiled and did not answer Wang Jiexi.
Being uncooperative and deliberately trying to make the team leader look bad is turning a blind eye:
"In the previous arena competition, the players of the American team were in line with our expectations. Most of them were the same group that participated in the team battle a few days ago. Therefore, in the next team competition, our opponents will most likely be the other half.
A team.
——Using the top lineup of the Chinese national team to compete with half of the American team, do you have confidence?"
"have……"
There were all weak replies. After all, Yu Wenzhou was more popular than Ye Xiu. Everyone was staggering here and there, but he still gave him face to answer. Yu Wenzhou raised the corners of his mouth, blinked narrowly a few times, and raised his voice a little more:
"Have you ever had enough to eat?!"
"No……"
"I'm hungry..."
"The food I ate at six o'clock has been digested... I'm so hungry..."
A group of professional players answered messily. Huang Shaotian even talked to himself as he grabbed Yu Wenzhou's backpack and started to rummage through it:
"If you want food...if you don't give food, you won't work..."
Yu Wenzhou: "..."
Zhang Xinjie, who was sitting upright in the crowd, was preparing to take on the dual responsibilities of treatment and tactical command: "..."
With a loud bang, a backpack was thrown onto the coffee table. In full view of everyone, Zhang Xinjie stood up calmly and unzipped his backpack without saying a word.
The Chinese team’s chief logistics officer in every sense of the word showed his preparations calmly: