The portraits of great generals in the Great Generals Record rapidly flashed across his mind, and Fatty's fast-moving hands on the mechanical computer stopped. As he looked at the Simulation Map before him, countless data, countless circuits, countless commands seemed to erupt like a volcano from the depths of his brain. Fatty suddenly felt enlightened.
If the previous ambushes were his progress at the strategic level, then this was the first time he truly touched the pulse of real-time combat command!
This was not a simulation program's paper warfare, not a prediction in the Combat Department, not a carefully planned ambush, nor a brute-force clash without direction. Rather, it was being on the battlefield, truly dissecting the battle piece by piece, having every shift of the battlefield, every form of change, fully in his grasp!
