As a future ace player, 'calmness' was the foundation of the foundation. Meng Lichuan thought that she was a person who would not panic even if a planet collapsed in front of her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to overcome so many obstacles in just a few years. She fought her way from the peripheral club of Moon Shadow to the Young Army, then from the Young Army to the Third Team, the Second Team, and now, she could represent the First Team and compete with the top experts from the military on the battlefield of the summit.
However, at this moment, after almost thirty years of training, her nerves that were as tough as iron showed signs of cracking. She wanted to curse out loud without caring about anything else. This battle is impossible!
Meng Lichuan was a talent who focused on operations in the team. To put it simply, she was responsible for planning and distributing the resources of the entire fleet, mainly the allocation of fuel and ammunition.
In this unprecedented virtual war, as many as hundreds of supply ships were directly under her command. Her mission was to send those supply ships safely and quickly to the places where they were most needed.
Meng Lichuan had absolute confidence in the field that she was best at.
Many veteran members of the First Team often joked that with Meng Lichuan's operations, they did not need more skills at all. They could just advance like crazy.
Even the military had come to poach Meng Lichuan several times, hoping that she could join the federal army. With the talents that she had shown in the virtual world, it was not impossible for her to work as a real commander of a supply fleet or even an advisor of the supreme command to manage the logistics after a few years of training.
In the battle over the past day and night, Meng Lichuan had displayed her talents and hard work to perfection, exceeding the mission that the team had given her. The supply ships under her command had weaved through the enemy's stormy attacks, smoothly shuttling through the various battlefronts, ensuring that the steel behemoths that were like bottomless pits would continue to output firepower incessantly, launching a magnificent assault that flowed like quicksilver!
Unfortunately …
The tactical advantage was not enough to offset the strategic disadvantage.
The Federation's expeditionary force controlled by Meng Lichuan and her companions were almost perfect in every detail of the battlefield, but they still couldn't resist the destructive waves of the Holy League's fleet.
Under the fearless and suicidal attacks of the Holy League, the virtual Union Army and the virtual Imperium Army did not cooperate well with each other. They were wary of each other and even hoped that their "allies" would die first. Soon, the Holy League found the gap and tore open a fatal wound, separating the Imperium Army and the Union Army and destroying them one by one.
Under the enemy's unstoppable scourge, the supply starships under Meng Lichuan's control were burning and exploding one after another. Even if they reached the arsenal warships in time, it was barely possible for them to complete the supply mission on the surging battlefield. They were often buried together with the arsenal warships.
In the end, even the flagship of Meng Lichuan's supply fleet was captured by the Holy League. She was forced out of the battlefield after a series of dazzling fireballs.
"What the hell!"
Meng Lichuan was furious. She slapped the nerve interaction fluid next to her so hard that the cold mucus was almost ignited by her fury. "How did the director set the deduction rules? It's not fair. The Holy League's fleet has a casualty rate of more than 50%, but their morale has not dropped at all, and their cannons are not disrupted at all. Isn't this too outrageous?"
"Calm down. I heard that the Holy League's people are like this."
The helpless voice of the companion who had just "died" came from the communication channel. "According to the latest intelligence sent back from the Imperium, in the past wars between the Imperium and the Holy League, the Holy League's fleet even had a casualty rate of 70%, but they still refused to retreat. After all, the people of the Holy League are different from normal people. They have no fear, and they are not discouraged. They are killing machines that are as cold as steel. You can think that the Holy League's national talent bonus of 'Morale Lock' is their specialty!"
"… Fine. I can tolerate the fact that the Holy League's people can 'Morale Lock', but what about our 'allies'?"
Meng Lichuan was still angry. She gnashed her teeth and said, "Isn't the morale of the allies of the Imperium too low? They are collapsing at the first attack. What's the big deal about that? Aren't we helping them defend their capital? In any case, they should show that they are willing to live and die with the capital!"
"Well, there's a reason for that."
Her companion kindly explained for the "genius girl" who had just joined the first team and did not know what was going on. "According to the design of the director, the reformists in the deduction are actually fighting on two fronts. Other than the invasion of the Holy League, they also have to deal with the rebellion of the remaining forces of the Kurfürsten in the rear. Also, because of their mixed backgrounds, they have not fought for a long time, and their lack of cooperation with us, it is not strange that their morale is low!"
"…"
Taking a deep breath, Meng Lichuan bellowed, "Then, what about us? Why is the expedition army of the federation affected by the goddamn setting of 'accelerated loss of morale', too? The casualty rate is less than twenty percent, and the whole army is already shaking. We are Cultivators. Are we so vulnerable?"
"That's the conclusion that the military reached after a thorough investigation of the psychological state of the bottom-level soldiers."
Her companion continued, "The psychologists and Meditation Healers naturally have their own professional judgments. All in all, according to the mentality of the bottom-level soldiers of the military right now, their morale will drop as fast as this if they encounter a minor setback after jumping to the center of the cosmos. You know that not everybody is as confident as you are and that the final victory will be ours!"
Meng Lichuan was stunned for a long time. Staring at the flashing light of countless super crystal processors above her head in a daze, she could only curse in silence in the end.
Yes. She was indeed a zealous militant and an unwavering "victorialist". She believed that the Federation and the Cultivators were invincible, and she believed that she would burn and shine in the "greatest war".
Her mentality was perhaps similar to her biological brother Meng Xiaolang's attitude of "fighting for grandpa and helping grandpa regain the honor that he lost to Vulture Li Yao a hundred years ago".
The poor genius girl did not know that her grandpa did not have any conflicts with Li Yao and that they were best friends.
She did not say that she would do anything to Li Yao, but if she could soar to the sky and prove that "Meng Jiang's granddaughter is better than Li Yao's granddaughter", she believed that her grandpa would be very happy.
Of course, Li Yao did not seem to have a granddaughter or even a son or a daughter yet. Well, those details were not important. Let's not bother about them.
All in all, Meng Lichuan was such a confident person who would never admit defeat.
But today, she had truly tasted the taste of a crushing failure for the first time, and such a humiliating one, no less!
The strategic deduction was not a real war after all. Tens of thousands of professionals could not be summoned to participate in it. Therefore, the super players could still return to the battlefield with new identities after their "unfortunate demise".
However, their "cooldown time" would be more or less reduced as punishment.
Meng Lichuan's "cooldown time" was fifteen minutes.
According to the flow of time in the strategic deduction, it was probably only a few hours on the battlefield.
While performing the mental cultivation art in silence, allowing the spiritual energy to flow through her brain and cool down her brain that was about to explode, she opened the forum of the "Glorious Expedition, Summit Competition" and browsed through the comments of the public on the battle. When the flames of war were raging in the sea of stars just now, her every brain cell had been stuffed with the data of the battlefield. How could she have had the time to care about such things?
As she expected, the Moon Shadow Squad, which represented the expedition army of the Federation, performed so poorly that it truly surprised all the people.
Before the battle began, the forum was still filled with optimistic voices. The people believed that, even if the Union Army could not win easily, they could at least help the reformists hold the defense line on the capital planet. The Imperium and the Holy League would be mired in a flesh and blood competition, and the Union Army would make the final call in the end.
"Times have changed. The Federation today has mostly digested the technologies and heritages of the Kunlun relic. The combat ability of the Burning Prairie Fleet is even higher than that of the Black Wind Fleet. Few people at the center of the cosmos can match it!"
"Exactly. If the Holy League is really so tough, they wouldn't have failed to break the defense line of the Imperium for a thousand years. Before, the army of the Imperium alone was enough to stop the Holy League, not to mention that the Union Army has joined the battle!"
"I don't think that the strategy deduction this time is well-designed and realistic enough. What we should be worried about most is not the Holy League but whether or not the Imperium will burn the bridge after crossing it and stab us in the back!"
"That's impossible. The battlefield is set in the capital city of the Imperium. If we really have a life-and-death struggle, we might as well crush the hearts of the Imperium's people!"
The great victory over the Black Wind Fleet years ago had long been melted into the bones of the people and turned into the belief of countless people of the Federation. Such blind and confident opinions were everywhere.
Halfway through the battle, however, the dominance of the Holy League and the morale of the coalition army of the Imperium and the Federation plummeted beyond everybody's expectation.
As many specialists predicted, arrogance and inferiority were two sides of the same coin. The pride that was inflated by a victory might be completely extinguished by a failure or even half a battle.
"The Holy League is so strong? Lunatics. They are a bunch of out-and-out lunatics! "
"There must be a mistake. Isn't the comparison of the enemy's capability too unbelievable?"
"It's only been more than ten days since the strategy deduction. The capital that the Federation has accumulated for decades has been lost so much?"
"How can we fight the war? No, the Federation can't jump into such a pit without a plan. We have to think about it carefully. We have to think about the reasons why we have to take part in the war. Speaking of which, is this a trap of the 'reformists' who want us to die together with them? Like I said, none of the Immortal Cultivators are good. The reformists and the remnants of the Kurfürsten are all jackals of the same tribe. They are all Immortal Cultivators!"
Sighs, gnashing of teeth, and seemingly calm opinions gradually became the mainstream on the forum.
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