The sound traveled into the train's locomotive.
He Jie stood with his arms crossed behind Liang Kuan's driver's seat. The panoramic screen in front had transformed into dozens of screens of various sizes, displaying battlefield images from different angles relayed back by the Hive. Almost every ten seconds, all screens would swap except the main screen.
Within a minute, it switched six times, with almost no repeated images.
Each image conveyed a vast amount of information. Hundreds of images meant each staff member could only monitor a few simultaneously. But this enormous information load did not burden He Jie at all. The entire battlefield formed a three-dimensional picture in his mind, even more advanced than what was shown.
Accompanied by various issued commands, what transpired on-site matched precisely his mental simulations.
What is talent?
This is talent!
Despite Old He being rough and loud typically, his meticulousness in warfare quietly amazed everyone.
