The commander's scepter was useless? Of course it was.
It displayed the authority of the commander, and at the same time, it played an important role on the battlefield. Together with the fixed language, it could be used to replace words and save crucial battle time.
As a commander, Liszt was a qualified commander. He had always put his heart and soul into the battle.
But so what? The broken commander's scepter was tossed on the ground. The Light Gem on the scepter reflected Tang Ling on the screen like it was mocking him.
"Ship No. 6, move 150 meters southwest."
"Ship No. 17, move 72 meters to the right. Bow to the east."
"Ship Han, 72-degree angle, attack the fourth grid."
"Ship Mo, move back 25 meters. Bow to the south. Lie prone."
Right after Tang Ling's voice subsided, an electric current struck a spot on the surface of the sea. The electric current stirred up a splash and spread rapidly in the water. Beside the electric current was a small boat that barely dodged the electric current. The people on the boat were all lying flat on the ground, so they were not affected by the splash.
Was this how Tang Ling commanded? In just a short span of three minutes, it had already caused everyone to feel that it was an illusion!
If Liszt's commanding was amazing, then he was an excellent general.
Therefore, his commanding felt like an illusion. He was not a commander at all. Instead, he was more like a bystander who knew everything.
Yes, a bystander! The term was not wrong at all. To be more specific, the battlefield seemed to have become a war game of the old civilization in Tang Ling's hands, and he was the best player who knew everything.
What was the meaning of his commanding? The young geniuses on the scene might not understand. For example, he had ordered three to five or more than a dozen of the Harvest's ships to be connected by a special purple-back ironwire rope. What was the meaning of that?
Other than that, under his orders and with his help, all the battleships that were hastily formed by the powerhouses were able to unleash ten times more power than when Liszt was controlling them.
How did he do it? One thing worth noting was that even though Tang Ling had returned, Liszt had already built up an unparalleled reputation in the fleet.
In such a hurry and because of the selfish safety considerations of many of the captains, Tang Ling could only command the Harvest.
In a hurry, the combatants selected were far inferior to the elite combatants selected by Liszt.
However, why did such a small combat squad perform so well under Tang Ling's command?
Every attack was effective in harassing and hindering the beasts, buying a reasonable amount of time for the battlefield. Some attacks even caused some effective damage to the beasts.
Was it because of the device in Tang Ling's hand?
There was a device in Tang Ling's hand. It was not magical at all, but it could emit a red glow and form dots, lines, planes, grids, and halos on the battlefield.
Using it, the people who were instructed would be able to clearly locate the location that Tang Ling pointed out, and they would be able to get to their positions immediately.
What is this? Liszt stood in front of the screen and clenched his fists. The bitterness in his heart kept rolling. Commander's staff, a real, standard battlefield commander's staff. It was the standard accessory for officers in Iron-Blooded City who were above the rank of colonel.
If it was not for the fact that he was the only one who knew the secret about the commander staff, Liszt would have thought that Tang Ling purposely brought out the secret to mock him.
Little did he know, given Tang Ling's breadth of mind and breadth of mind, he might not even be bothered to mock him.
Looking at the commander staff, only Liszt knew how miraculous Tang Ling's command was. It was not something that could be achieved with just a staff.
What Tang Ling had achieved was the pinnacle of command — practical command.
In other words, every single command he gave would bring about a substantial strategic effect.
How did this happen? Liszt's fists were drenched in sweat. He clenched his teeth, unwilling to admit defeat, but at the same time, he was convinced.
Tang Ling stood on his ship and did not care about how Liszt was looking at him anymore. In his sight, the so-called sea, vicious beasts, ships, and even the crew of the ship were all gone.
All that was left was the structure diagram of the energy flow. Even the slightest energy flow was clearly visible to him.
On top of the diagram, the key nodes of the energy flow were exposed to Tang Ling's eyes. Some of the nodes were extremely sturdy, but some were glaring and loose, filled with flaws.
So what if they were Level 3 vicious beasts? So what if they were Level 4? In Tang Ling's eyes, all of them were targets filled with weaknesses.
Liszt called Tang Ling a practical command? No, it was the precise command that came from his Precise Instinct after it evolved into the Energy Eye.
Every time the combat skiffs worked together to attack the weak points of the vicious beasts' energy flow, they would at least affect the vicious beasts' movements and at the most, they would cause damage to the vicious beasts. It was a matter of course.
However, would it be enough to defeat the vicious beasts? No! It would only buy them more time since the difference in strength was too huge.
Tang Ling's command speed was getting faster and faster, but his words were getting shorter. As time went by, everyone on the Harvest had formed a tacit understanding of Tang Ling's commands. All they needed was a few keywords and the commander staff, and they could do a great job.
With the effective delay from the combat skiffs, Tang Ling's commands that no one could understand were completed. The ships were tied together by ropes, and after they were unfolded, the ropes between the ships formed nets of various sizes!
Tang Ling was using the ships to weave nets?
"What does that mean?" Some of the captains gulped nervously when they saw the nets.
"Ah, I think I understand it a little." Samuel was also in front of the screen, watching the battlefield nervously.
As a matter of fact, among the retreating ships, Samuel's ship was at the edge. Why? This was because she was prepared to save as many people as she could when the Harvest Fleet was in real trouble.
It was the only thing she could do for Tang Ling. Logically speaking, her commanding talent was not as good as Liszt's, and even if she insisted on fighting, she did not have the ability to do so.
"I see. It's actually that simple. Why didn't I think of it? " Lancaster also stared at the screen. To him, what could be more important than Tang Ling's return?
In the past few days, even though the scales in his heart were leaning towards Liszt, he still refused to give up on Tang Ling.
As expected, Tang Ling returned with a miracle!
Indeed, why did he not think of such a simple thing?
"Forward, vicious beast No. 3. The command staff in Tang Ling's hand shrouded a temporary fleet of five ships from the Harvest fleet.
Between the five ships, there was a small 'net' made of intertwined ropes.
Tang Ling commanded them to move forward while the commander staff landed on the back of a vicious beast that was being harassed by a small combat team.
The five ships sped up their engines and charged towards the vicious beast.
"North."
"South."
"Forward."
Tang Ling's words were even simpler. He pointed at the five smaller boats and gave them clear directions.
Then, under the astonished and ashamed gazes of all the youths, the rope net between the five small boats opened up, and suddenly caught the struggling ferocious beast.
"37 degrees."
"62 degrees."
“....”
"Full throttle!"
The moment the rope net caught the vicious beast, Tang Ling's commander staff landed on each ship and gave them a number.
The number required the ships to move forward at full throttle according to the angle.
Of course, they could not move forward while dragging a vicious beast behind them! The real meaning of doing so was to use the power of the ships to trap the vicious beast, and all the angles were meaningful. Under Tang Ling's Energy Eye, the way the vicious beast exerted its strength was not a secret. The different angles of the five ships might not be able to stop the vicious beast from exerting its strength, but it would make it difficult for it to gather its strength and struggle effectively.
More importantly, the restraints greatly hindered the vicious beast's ability to use its talent! It could not gather its strength!
"What a simple method!" Liszt was almost sprawled out in front of the command post. He did not even notice that his left hand was squeezing the edge of the command post until it was deformed.
Sarcasm! Sarcasm! It was a sarcasm for Liszt's inflexible tactical thinking and his lack of a magical, bold, and unconstrained mind.
Tang Ling was still the same old Tang Ling, always using everything around him to the extreme! What about the ships? Why would he only use the firearms on them? The ships themselves were filled with tremendous power and could be used to trap the vicious beast!
Was that the most admirable thing about him? No, the most admirable thing about him was his foresight! Long before entering the Tommy safety line, he had ordered the Harvest fleet to gather a large amount of purple-back iron wire grass and make ropes. Then, he connected the Harvest fleet together.
Why did he not explain anything?! All the people could think of was that Tang Ling was trying to tie everyone together to protect them.
There was no right or wrong way to do it, but it was funny. It was a little clumsy and a little afraid of death. After all, the whole thing was done with great fanfare. Some of the teenagers even mocked him in private, using the old civilization's story to mock him. Was he trying to burn down the entire camp?
However, who would have thought that the ropes would actually be used like this? Perhaps his true intention at that time was because he was afraid that Tommy's safety line test would involve powerful beasts, so he came up with this trick.
Now, everyone's face was burning with pain! If a person could utilize the inconspicuous ships to this extent, would the previous battle have been so difficult?
The answer was obvious.
At that moment, Liszt turned from a meritorious person to a very awkward position.
The teenagers who had their friends or comrades sacrificed their lives tried their best to control themselves, but they could not help but feel resentful. If only Tang Ling was the one commanding the battle.
Tang Ling was a little more relaxed.
As a matter of fact, he was also pressured by the seven vicious beasts. Before the net was formed, he had to ensure that his limited combat power could buy him some time.
Therefore, he had to join the battle as well. Although he did not participate in the battle frequently and sometimes used his ship as a hindrance, a careless mistake would ruin the timing of his command.
What about now? Tang Ling showed a confident smile on his face. His figure stood tall and straight on the deck, making people feel at ease when they saw him. There was even an inexplicable joy from the victory that he was about to win.
"It's time to reap the harvest, brothers." The staff in Tang Ling's hand broadcasted his voice into everyone's ears.
It was just a small function that was not worth mentioning, but at that particular moment, it injected an incomparably effective boost of adrenaline for everyone on the battlefield.
Cheers sounded in an instant. Tang Ling pressed his hand down and the battlefield fell into silence again.
"Forward, vicious beast No.7 …"
"Forward, vicious beast No.5 …"
"Forward, vicious beast No.6 …"
"Forward!"
The red radiance of the staff shone endlessly on the battlefield. Big nets opened up one after another and flew towards the vicious beasts in every corner of the battlefield.
Success! Success!
Success! Success!
Success! Success!
Liszt's body trembled when he saw the scene. At that moment, as arrogant as he was, he felt like he had become the most shameful existence on the battlefield. He wished that he could bury himself.
Was it meritorious? He was meritorious!
Was it amazing? His command was so amazing!
However, in this world, there was no lack of comparison. For example, the treasure in his hands was a pile of mud while Tang Ling casually tossed a giant top-tier gemstone to him and said with a disdainful smile, "Play with it. It's not worth much."
Pfft! When Liszt pictured the scene, the blood in his body surged and gathered in his chest, forming a strong churning force. He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
No one dared to approach Liszt at that moment. Only Hank quietly appeared beside Liszt and passed him a white handkerchief.
"No one can win all the time. The most important thing is to win in the end. "
Liszt's hands trembled as he accepted the handkerchief. He started to sob.
Hank looked at Tang Ling on the screen. As a matter of fact, his heart was also trembling. Andrew had lost to him, and so had Liszt?
Who would win against Tang Ling in the end? Tang Long? Tang Long had already lost.
"Han Skiff, Dongyang Skiff …" At that moment, Tang Ling stood on the deck as if he was standing on top of a mountain.
He was still giving orders quickly, and the skiffs that were responsible for the battle started to assemble.
It was then that a voice came from the sea, "Tang Ling, is there no place for me to fight?"
It was Samuel!
Following Samuel's shout, more and more voices came from the other skiffs.
"Requesting to fight."
"Requesting to fight!"
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