With a smile, Compton said to Tian Xingjian, "Lieutenant, since the data you calculated are different from the plan, please tell them so as to convince them, and I will leave it alone."
Gave the major a hard stare, and Compton turned and left.
When people in Room 2 saw the director leave, they immediately scratched again and shouted, "Yes! Make things clear! "
"I don't know, wait for kowtow to admit your mistake!"
The people who thought the director was secretly conniving at himself looked sarcastic, waiting to see how the lieutenant made a fool of himself.
Tian Xingjian pulled out the map of New Rome from his computer, looked at these people and asked, "Do you kowtow and admit your mistake when I am right?"
The major and Curran looked at each other, and after listening to the encouragement of other staff behind him, he said flatly, "Of course!"
"Very good!" Tian Xingjian didn't want to tangle with these guys any more. He pointed to the simulated map on the computer screen and said, "See this enemy base 200 kilometers away from the vertical line between the defense lines at point E and point H?"
Several staff officers in the second room surrounded them and immediately changed their faces. This is a temporary base where an imperial armored division is stationed. Intelligence shows that this division is taking a break, but the side defense line from here to New Rome is only 200 kilometers plain, and this unit can be put into battle within two hours. It is a dream for a fully mechanized infantry regiment to block this armored division for an hour!
The fat man looked at these blue-faced staff members with his arms in his arms and sneered: "This kind of plan is not garbage, but what is garbage. The plan I thought with my second child is better than yours!"
Curran bowed his head and felt ashamed. The major said unconvinced, "What's the big deal about finding fault?"? If we don't deploy the flank forces, how can we defend ourselves against the enemy's close to three times the strength gap? "
The fat man sneered: "It's true that you are a pig's brain. I just calculate. Those are the problems you solved. If the bra is broken, you won't show meat when you take off your pants around your chest." Besides, you are so clean that you don't even leave a pair of underwear, idiot! "
With that, he picked up a pen and drew a line on the battle map. He threw it to the major and said, "Ten kilometers ahead, can three divisions attack two armored divisions occupying high ground at the same time? Do you think these mecha are the same size as mice? The right-wing infantry defense is not built on the high ground after one kilometer. What kind of hero is it on the plain? Even if the enemy's attack is broken, the defense forces at point T can establish the support defense line after point R in three minutes, and just turn the muzzle around. You can't see this, what a staff officer! "
Seeing that they were speechless, the fat man waved and said, "I don't want you to kowtow either. Today, I let you off as a fart. If I dare to make plans like this in the future, I will wipe my nose and throw it back to you. If I don't grasp Lao Zi's level, I will think clearly and come back. Now fuck off!"
Although the staff in the second room was ashamed and annoyed, they were relieved when they heard that they didn't have to kowtow, and they took the major and Curran, who was red-faced, and fled.
The staff officers of other research rooms watching at the gate were scattered in embarrassment. This time, they learned a lot. They usually looked down on the people in Room 6 and bossed them around, but they didn't expect their plans to pass the calculus in Room 6 after all. If they made mistakes to wipe their noses, they would lose all their faces.
The staff officers in Room 6 only felt proud, and the injustice they had suffered these days was suddenly returned. The atmosphere that had never been dead suddenly became lively, and Tian Hangjian couldn't help but be quiet. The age was just smiling, and some people who were not so reserved simply laughed and high-fived.
Pat laughed, too. No matter how successful these guys are, they left a sentence and went away humming after dinner in Room 6 in the evening. This nice guy is also a bad guy.
The man in room six asked the fat man, "Fat man, how did you see the problem of Curran's plan?"
The fat man stupidly waved and said, "Mama of, I thought he had a good plan at first, but he memorized it and went to the front to confuse his impressions. As a result, he was scolded by a phone. Why don't I scold him back when I have this opportunity?" I will scold him as he scolded me! "
Six rooms are sweating like rain, and I feel glad.
After this incident, the staff officers in the sixth research room turned into fragrant steamed buns, especially after several outrageous plans were thrown back by the staff in Room 6, people were invited to dinner, and there was an endless stream of intercession. After all, the face of military staff officers still mattered, and they offended Room 6. Every battle plan was scrutinized one by one with a magnifying glass, and even if there was no problem, it could be found out.
Only a small number of people know about the conflict, but those who have come into contact with the fat man never dare to challenge his authority. Although they can't get everyone's approval, in some people's minds, the highest level of the War Department is probably the fat lieutenant who has been in a daze for a long time in the deserted room in Room 6.
There is also a sharp guess that the lieutenant is the company commander who made the classic deduction, but Compton flatly denied it. When he asked his friends in the front finger, he got a negative answer, but these denials made the lieutenant who kept calculus in front of the computer more mysterious.
It happened that the fat man was born with a batting practice face, and he didn't have the demeanor of a master. As long as he didn't offend him, he always looked like a passive and wretched man. There were many people who were unconvinced, led by the major, and the fat man became a representative of being rude and vulgar and pretending to know nothing about blind cats meeting dead mice, and his reputation basically disappeared.
In particular, some female confidential secretaries or staff officers, who have heard too much, are increasingly disgusted with this fat man who looks at people with bedroom eyes for no reason.
"All over the sky war" finally turned on as scheduled, specially invited the fat man to stay in the simulation cabin for a day off, his eyes glowed, and in a few minutes, the mecha masters of the whole universe would flood into this virtual world to fight, and the fat man trembled with excitement at the thought of being able to compete with these masters.
As soon as I entered the game, the fat man was dumbfounded, boot camp! An instructor with a hand-held broadsword is just like the old bear instructor.
The fat man who was brought back to the furnace almost cried, and reluctantly participated in the training camp. After passing various exams, he got an index of personal intelligence, strength, speed and endurance. Look at the results, it is not bad.
Got a 700-year-old et mecha out of the training camp, and the fat man was ecstatic. No one in the network knew who he was, and he howled like an explosion. Here I come, experts!
Master has a fart to use, fat man's eyes, the whole world of et mecha, no one ignored fat man, how to deal with it? Such a mecha, even the best control technology is useless.
Tian Hangjian depressed for half a day, only to calm down and carefully study the system settings of the game. The et mecha received from boot camp can be upgraded continuously, and the parts needed for upgrading can only be obtained by doing tasks or playing robbers. When the parts are collected, they can apply for upgrading at the Mecha Modification Office. The upgraded mechs are all famous private mechs of all ages, ranging from the lowest to the highest.
But the fat man despises all, and he directly chooses the occupation of mechanical maintenance soldier. Except because this is his old job, the system also sets up this occupation to make his own mecha. As long as the parts are combined, a good mecha will be naturally generated according to the law, and all he gets is junk and parts will be scrapped.
The success rate of such synthesis is very low, and even if it is successful, it has almost no advantage compared with the mecha developed by those professionals.
Because of the real name of the game, the intelligent game center's judgment on the manufacture of the mecha is realistic and logical. Without proficient professional knowledge and skilled modification skills, it is difficult to build a mecha.
In many people's eyes, the profession of mechanical repairman is an aid to save maintenance costs, but in the eyes of fat man, it is the capital to make a fortune. After all, this game was developed according to the war simulation network he participated in. For these data, fat man knows better than everyone. As long as he has the right parts, he can create a better mecha.
The only regret is that the biological two-state metal is absolutely confidential, so it is impossible to put the data into the game, and only the open and ready-made materials and parts can be used.
After finishing a series of tasks, the fat man successfully changed his job as a mechanical repairman and got an automatic mechanical maintenance arm. Looking at this familiar guy, the fat man squinted and smiled proudly.