Instead of strategizing, the two looked more like they were beating around the bush. They made gestures but, for the longest time, no one made the first move. If they kept this up, they would never achieve anything.

"Is this a strategy session or are you just playing around?"

"He won't attack."

"It's him who won't."

"It's him."

"It's him."

"It's not me, it's him."

The crowd was swinging their heads back and forth from one to the other. Weirbo spat out angrily, "Enough, let's move on to the next one."

The second one to step up was a somewhat reserved girl, and they quickly moved into the formation phase.

Despite the girl's reserved exterior, her fighting style was aggressive. As soon as they had their formations in place, she quickly entered various commands and swiftly flanked her opponent's right wing with 3 battleships, 10 destroyers, and 120 escort ships.

Feng Yi's approach involved no real tactics. His incredible speed, however, compensated for this deficiency. His mixed fleet broke through the enemy's net under a dense barrage of shots, rapidly turning around and breaking out after completing a round. They absorbed most of the firepower, offering no chance for the opponent to retaliate. Even when under a barrage, their losses were minimal.

Feng Yi's strategy was reliant entirely on his input speed. He had no discernible pattern. This, paradoxically, made it even more difficult for his competitors to predict him.

Despite this realization, Feng Yi's performance was impeccable. After a dozen minutes, his team managed to strategically cripple the enemy forces. Once the tide turned in his favor, there was no turning back. Despite the girl's superior command knowledge, she lost the competition due to her comparatively slower speed.

When the competition came to an end, the holographic display provided the answer. It showed that he had issued commands four times faster than his opponent. If the girl had the same speed, the result would have been drastically different.

The audience fell silent...

Weirbo was the first to speak: "What's your take on it?"

"I don't have any thoughts, but I do have a feeling."

"What kind of feeling?"

"Mentally exhausting."

There was a wave of laughter around the room. "Damn right it's mentally exhausting", they thought, "that's always the case with tactical competitions." Such contests were not won by blindly charging in. It required strategy. And if your opponent were blindfolded, it would be enough to just bunch the main fleet together and wait for victory.

Weirbo's idea was simple, he didn't want to limit Feng Yi's growth and allowed him to perform freely, with Zi Mou summarizing the tactical deficiencies.

Feng Yi admitted that he enjoyed his freedom too much. He didn't like controlling others or being controlled by them. He wasn't naturally cut out to be a commander. However, these military simulations did intrigue him.

Meanwhile, Zi Mou observed Feng Yi's operation and explained related military tactics to him.

Feng Yi's progress was significant. His upbringing on the Colonial Planet greatly contributed to this. He had loved playing a game called Striker 1945 since he was a kid. This game had been popular worldwide in 1945. It was an antique now, but it offered a great evasive combat experience.

Although the game was not an easy one, Feng Yi was a pro. As long as key details were well managed, he could clear it twice in succession with no problem.

This foundation laid from childhood always helped him in sensing approaching enemies. His first thought would always be to calculate a safe distance and simulate an escape route, instead of confronting the enemy. Once cornered, there was only one improvised option left: dropping mines. However, this was not a game and there were no cheat codes. Each decision required great thought on Feng Yi's part.

Zi Mou seemed to also take some interest in Feng Yi's anticipative tactics. In the end, she offered to have a match with him, and even gave him some advantages such as terrain, lineup, and early formation. Still, she kicked his butt completely. Feng Yi slinked back to his room in defeat, leaving the audience in fits of laughter.

It wasn't that he was really afraid of Zi Mou. He has always believed in the principle of learning from losses. However, he always sought to understand the reasons for his losses rather than continually engaging in futile attacks. He didn't want to waste valuable time without a clear plan.

In some ways, Feng Yi was stubborn. He didn't care for Zi Mou's advice. He believed in his unique, convenient way of defeating the enemy and decided to reflect on the reasons for his loss that night.

By the next day, he still couldn't stand his ground against Zi Mou. No matter what, Zi Mou always led him by the nose, capitalizing on her superior knowledge of war tactics. Feng Yi had to admit, with reluctance, the gap between him and Zi Mou was vast.

Perhaps obsession didn't define a person entirely, but it did reflect an underlying arrogance. When had he, a previously determined man, become so complacent about his own shortcomings?

He had always been uncompromising, always striving towards his goals. After three consecutive failed attempts, Feng Yi came to a realization. Sitting quietly for a long time, he exhaled deeply.

When he looked up, his proud eyes twinkled brilliantly. He said, "Principal, I give up this simulation."

"Feng Yi, what...?"

"Ha, I am me, and I never change my decisions."

"Oh?" Weirbo wanted to say something, but he found no words. He saw something extraordinary behind Feng Yi's determined eyes. "Good kid. I respect your decision and trust your judgement."

The next day, as planned, the strategy simulation competition was held. It was designed to increase public enthusiasm, so the competition was held in public at Freedom Square.

As dawn broke, the square was already packed with people. Vehicles couldn't even get in. The only way to have a good view was from the suspended magnets in the air.

The girls in the crowd were dressed in cute and playful outfits. Many hoped to have a serendipitous encounter with the soldiers during the event. In these tumultuous times of war, soldiers held a rather lofty status in society.

Some of the gentlemen in the crowd removed their shirts and waved them frantically in the air. The bold ones even climbed up the buildings, waving and trying to catch the attention of the beautiful female soldiers.

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