The City in the Sky, a city that never sleeps, filled with a romantic aura. Every evening, magnetic levitation shuttles fluttered about like fireflies in the starry sky, appearing either at peaceful, dreamy coastlines or above bustling urban areas.

After a day of exhausting combat, it was immensely satisfying to stand on the deck, feeling the gentle breeze caress one's face, watching the bustling city under the night lights, and enjoying this rare tranquility. It was one of life's great pleasures.

At this moment, the defeated tri-academies were doing their best to relieve their war-weary soldiers. Ironically, the numerous victorious fighters of Yingland's Royal Military Academy received little more than a few simple praises from the school. For Yingland, who was a hot topic of the previous years' championships, the soldiers were used to receiving a slap in the face before being fed a sweet date.

The three academies' chances of winning were no longer high. Infantry combat had a significant weight in each exchange; in other words, as long as Yingland did not make any major mistakes, other academies wouldn't stand a chance.

Weirbo paced back and forth in his room, unable to calm his restless thoughts. The other officers accompanying him were contemplating strategies for the upcoming wargame.

Only two people were selected for the wargame, Zi Mou and Rebecca, who hailed from a military family.

The remaining three spots were still undecided. Although there were already proposed candidates, they were just tentative. Against the three academies, especially Yingland, could these usual bright students really have any advantage? Likely they wouldn't cause much turbulence. Sure, they might be good, but so were the others, and they might even be better.

Opinions were being expressed in the dim light of the wargame room, filled with various military officers.

Weirbo, after pacing countless rounds, kept pondering a question: firstly, conventional tactical thinking definitely wouldn't yield any advantage. Wind Thunder needed at least one person with analytical intuition, someone who was also a skilled wargamer with a global perspective. Thinking about this, he inexplicably thought of Feng Yi. After Feng Yi received the Second-Class Merit, it was clear that he had strong insight. Weirbo suddenly clapped his hands and thought, why worry about these things now? Having already lost in infantry combat, continuing cautiously wouldn't change much. So why not try a gamble, trading in a bicycle for a motorbike, and going all in to trade the motorbike for a jeep, and then giving it their all to turn the jeep into a Land Rover. Of course, there were no Land Rovers in this era. Damn it, let's do it!

Not long after, a beautiful communications woman soldier appeared. Her mission was to locate Feng Yi.

Everyone was not unfamiliar with Feng Yi. The communication soldier ran around, inside and out, seeking him out. 'Please come out, I beg you.' After asking around for quite a while, she finally found him on the deck, 52 minutes after Weirbo's 3rd reminder. She really hated this guy who was darting around everywhere.

Underneath the brim of her white hat, there was a slightly irritated look on the face of the communications soldier. 'Hey, punk, let's go.'

Thus, under the guidance of the woman soldier, Sir Feng quickly arrived at the wargame room in Hengyu.

"Reporting."

"Enter."

"You little…" Weirbo was so close to putting out a ship-wide broadcast to find him. Without any further words, he immediately pulled Feng Yi over to the wargame machine.

A puzzled look appeared on a staff officer's face, "Headmaster, I don't think this is a good idea."

"Why do you say that?"

"A while ago, Instructor Feng was here every day for the wargames, and it seems like he didn't win a single time."

"What do you know? This kid isn't even from a professional background and has never touched this before. The fact that he could play at that level is already commendable."

But the staff officers who had previously fought against Feng Yi didn't think this way. Playing against him was purely masochistic. Not to mention his lightning-fast speed, even his troop deployment was like chasing an eel, impossible to catch. If it weren't known that Feng Yi never wargamed before, they might have given up long ago.

However, losing to such an amateur player was embarrassing. In the end, they had to give it their all to end the battle as soon as possible. Seeing this, others couldn't resist trying their luck. After hustling for a good while and finally winning, the reviews they gave him weren't good. He was just blindly fighting, not following any conventional tactics, a real pain in the ass.

Zi Mou was currently engaged in a macro virtual wargame contest with Rebecca. Seeing Feng Yi, she couldn't help but be surprised. Wasn't he a combatant? And yet he could be seen even in the wargame room? Unbelievable, indeed, living up to his title as the "one lamp of Wind Thunder", exceptionally skilled in both magic and martial arts, he is indeed a talent having a little knowledge about everything.

Among the 52 students present, who were still engaged in last-minute preparations for the confrontation, Weirbo suddenly called for a halt. He hadn't previously taught Feng Yi any tactical tricks, he just let him and the one with the poorest results among the group casually spar.

The person with the worst results in the crowd was number 19. He performed consistently in every confrontation, but his efficiency was not good enough. However, the difference between professions was clear. Even if number 19 was a narrow-eyed fat boy, the disdain in his gaze towards Feng Yi was evident. Even though he had the worst performance among the elite wargamers, couldn't he easily defeat someone like you who was just playing around?

Facing the provoking gaze from the fat boy, Sir Feng sneered coldly. He had been drinking happily before being abruptly summoned to the wargame room, already affecting his mood. Now someone was provoking him.

Under the focused gaze of the military officers who were all eager to partake in the action, the match soon commenced...

Unfortunately, Feng Yi was not adept at attack, relying on mere observation strategies; he couldn't keep his advantage. On the other hand, the fat boy was thick-skinned and resilient, a natural born meat shield. Laughing, he only practiced Yin, waiting for his opponent to attack. The two were evenly matched, making little progress for a long time. The students around them had already finished two matches in to rotations, but these two were still happily tussling back and forth.

You strike, I defend, you strike again, I defend again. They alternated control of the scattered fleet, shifting positions to match each other, which gave off a vibe of mutual respect among heroes. To others, they just looked like two stinking fish.

With such skill level against Yingland, Amelia could probably crush them to death single-handedly. Weirbo turned green, while the crowd of officers watching the match wore amused expressions.

In reality, for someone like Feng Yi who rarely interacted with virtual wargames, the fat boy's sleazy tactics were like an indestructible rock that left him nowhere to strike. Whenever his fleet prepared to break through, the fat boy would always create an unbreakable formation waiting for his prey.

As everyone knows, in a battlefield, the loss ratio of the attacker is always higher than that of the defender, unless there is a significant difference in troop numbers, or the tactics are used appropriately. Therefore, no one dares to act rashly. It was only after Feng Yi had suffered two setbacks that he chose to engage in a stalemate with him.

With time passing, the students who completed their third round of wargames early cast their puzzled eyes on the duo. It's been this long, even if they were constipated, they should've finished by now. After watching for a while, the scene suddenly broke into laughter. Even Zi Mou couldn't help but chuckle...

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