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8:10pm, strategy and tactics class.

The teacher in the class was a gray-haired old man, whose military rank was not discernible, and whose eyebrows had two deep furrows. He gave Wei Xi two notebooks and asked her to memorize them during her break. Then, before the class started, he asked her a question:

"Do you know what the essence of tactics is?"

Wei Xi was a good student, but her past experience did not include war, so she shook her head happily. She had been sitting there with her hands on her notes. After shaking her head, a strand of her hair fell on her cheek.

"Use the many to defeat the few, and the strong to defeat the weak."

The old man smiled and asked again: "... Then what is the essence of strategy?"

Wei Xi listened, her expression did not change, but her pupils seemed to shrink slightly. For a moment, she seemed to have never thought about this question before, as if she did not know how to answer it. She waited for two seconds and said, "Create conditions to defeat the minority with the majority, and the weak with the strong?"

This answer seemed like a casual cliché, but the old man showed a gratified expression. He probably saw that Wei Xi still had doubts, so he added: "The more complicated it is, the harder it is to execute, and the simpler it is, the harder it is to do well. In fact, I will also talk to you about the pros and cons of military strategies in the early Dark Ages and today's game theory, but the essence of strategy and tactics is just that simple."

He randomly found a stool and sat down. The class was like a discussion with his little granddaughter. He told her about the situation on the continent, the resources that countries were competing for, the transition from total war to intelligence war, from logistics production to building a transportation network, and some deeper things that ordinary people don't think about.

The war between the Kafa Empire and the Korba Federation has begun.

It seems that this land has never experienced so many sudden fissions, and it also seems that it has been immersed in these earthquakes every day and night for thousands of years, leaving people at a loss as to where to go, but only knowing that they must move forward.

An hour passed quietly, and Wei Xi heard the hum of a mechanical clock. When the old man stood up, Wei Xi took the initiative to try to stop him.

She opened the first page of the notebook. The paper was not good enough, with a layer of roughness disguised as smooth. She handed the book to him, and the old man took it and looked at her.

Wei Xi said, "Would you like to sign for me?"

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly. He looked at Wei Xi with a complicated look in his eyes and said, "Okay."

He actually tucked the notebook under his arm, opened the front of his military jacket, and took out a pen.

Wei Xi watched him uncap his fountain pen and write on the open page of the book without pausing. When he was done, he handed the book back to him. The ink was the same color as his coat. The old man wrote: "To my elementary school student. Marton Lawrence."

Marton Lawrence, commander of the Battle of St. Gallen half a year ago, Imperial General.

In just half a month, the army under his command completely destroyed the small country of St. Gallen that had sided with the Korba Federation. After being tried by the Silver Moon Church and the Imperial Parliament, King St. Gallen was hanged by the Lake in Yalai. From then on, St. Gallen was wiped out from the map of the world.

Wei Xi had speculated before, because only those who stood at the pinnacle of power could be so calm and composed, but now, as she looked at Admiral Marton's leaving back and touched the signature with the ink freshly dried, she inexplicably felt a sense of novelty as if she was in contact with a living legend.

9:10pm, reconnaissance and infiltration into the assassination class.

10:10pm, wash up and rest.

After a day of training, Wei Xi walked into the bathroom and listened to the sound of hot water hitting the bottom of the bathtub.

At first, the bathtub was empty and she turned on the water at a very high flow. The noisy sound of water was painful to hear, but then it gradually calmed down into a faint and chaotic sound, as if there was an endless rain falling outside the window.

She sat on the edge of the bathtub, watching the steam make the room hazy. After the water was ready, Wei Xi reached out to test the temperature and began to unbutton her shirt.

There were still some red marks from training on her skin. The lines of her chest were clearly visible in the mist, and her figure was well-proportioned and pleasing to the eye.

"Breath of Winter" was placed in a box. Wei Xi folded the clothes neatly and someone took them away for washing except for the underwear.

She just lay down in the not-so-spacious bathtub, resting her head on the edge and closing her eyes.

She tapped the switch between her eyebrows, and the space around her began to wriggle invisibly. When she opened her eyes again, she was already in another space.

The corridors are winding and the eaves are high. The sky is filled with stars, covering the surroundings like a dome, vast and boundless. Countless buildings have become vague black spots and light points in the night.

Wei Xi was already familiar with her own memory palace. Pushing open the carved wooden door nearest to her, she once again stepped into Admiral Marton's evening class.

The two notebooks were still neatly placed on the table. Wei Xi walked over and looked through them. These were the afterimages of her memories, and they should be equivalent to the real world. It would be best to read more and learn more, as they would come in handy sooner or later.

She didn't open her eyes again until the water in the bathtub grew cold. The steam on the mirror had long dissipated, and the remaining water marks looked like a tired face. The light from the ceiling lamp cast a long shadow on her eyelashes.

Wei Xi stood up, dried his body, put on his bathrobe, put a towel under his hair, turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

The room was still dark. With Wei Xi's footsteps, the light gradually came on and then went out.

After checking the room, Wei Xi opened the heavy blackout curtains slightly. A ray of night light fell on the bed, trailing a silver light trail.

Wei Xi fell on the bed and made a sound of deflation.

She only understood one-sixth of the contents of the notes.

6:30am, breakfast.

7:00, shooting training.

10:00, drink and digest secret medicine.

The potion produced by the Silver Moon Church is used to warm the body and improve the degree of compatibility. The liquid in the crystal bottle is a light golden color, which is different from the one Wei Xi had drunk before.

There is no lecturer or introduction for this course, and it is entirely up to the drinker to explore on his own. Wei Xi returned to the wooden house, which was barely her private territory, allowing her to think about something without being disturbed.

Holding the small bottle of medicine, Wei Xi was quiet for a while.

She was weighing.

The potion that Emperor Odin gave her two days ago only confirmed that she had the talent to communicate with the relics of gods. The potion from the Holy See would truly strengthen her talent. However, talent that has not been initiated can never be considered an ability. Wei Xi is in the stage of laying the foundation. What makes her hesitant is how much she should show.

The gifts of fate always come with a price. If you want to get them, you must take the risks.

The primary goal is survival.

Wei Xi opened the crystal bottle and drank the potion.

The brain is instantly clear

——Hundreds of colorful crystal streams passed through the air, crossing each other, but not merging with each other. Instead, they were intertwined in an orderly manner and rushed in all directions.

Wei Xi felt as if she was in a network formed by the mind, as if invisible and intangible lines were spreading out from her brain and expanding in all directions.

She seemed to be sitting in the flowing waves, and those lines were floating water plants. Wei Xi looked around, but the amount of medicine was too little. In a flash, the slender crystal stream disappeared in the air, as fast as a shooting star, leaving only the three closest and most distinct lines.

Wei Xi knew in his heart that this was probably an inferior version of the ability that a saint should have. The crystal flow was the spiritual embodiment of a psychic.

She picked one of them and slowly injected the power from the potion into it.

Taking into account that testing the link might cause trouble to the other party, Wei Xi let the control position fall on Veron. The chief instructor would not be assigned any important tasks before she was dispatched, so Wei Xi was not worried about any major danger.

but……

When she selected the other party's spiritual line and made a link, she felt a weak connection between herself and Instructor Veron.

Five minutes later, if you use your mental power to sense, you will find that the other lines have disappeared one after another due to the exhaustion of the medicine materials. Only the one of Peron Dan Brown still maintains an unusually clear and stable presence.

Wei Xi suddenly had a flash of enlightenment in her mind. If she had enough power, she could even increase the power level of the linked psychic, or greatly increase the combat power of a steam soldier with "vitality crystal" as the core - just like the relationship between a generator and electrical appliances.

It is indeed the continent where gods once existed, and the Church is still alive even after its death.

Wei Xi walked to the bathroom, took a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face. He stared at himself in the mirror for a while and said to himself, "It's a waste of life to stand still."

She cannot stop moving forward, whether in the mission world or in the main world, she cannot stop moving forward.

Wei Xi pushed open the bathroom door and walked into the living room, just in time to hear a knock on the door. The faint sound reminded her that it was Peron Dan Brown outside the door.

"Instructor." Wei Xi stopped and saluted.

"My psychic power has been upgraded for a moment." He said, "It seems that your digestion has been successful. There is no need to waste time waiting for the next class. Let's go now."

"Yes." Wei Xi closed the door and followed Belon to the parade ground. The two of them had nothing to say to each other. The contact was only established unilaterally, and Wei Xi did not understand what its use was.

The time of fighting teaching has been changed to before physical training.

In fact, Wei Xi's training schedule has been changing according to the instructors' schedules. Whoever has time can come. Wei Xi may not see big figures like Admiral Marton many times. The main instructor Bellon is the only one who has been in the training ground for a long time.

The fifth time, Veron subconsciously dodged instead of fighting back. Wei Xi took a deep breath, stopped, and looked at him with an indescribable look.

Now she knew what the side effects of the link were.

Throughout the entire training session, there was a strange sense of incoordination in Peron Dan Brown's movements. Sometimes he could clearly teach Wei Xi a lesson, but he didn't do so at all.

He was avoiding hurting her.

Because of his personality, Peron behaves like a silly father in a midlife crisis, trying to teach his rebellious daughter a lesson while restraining himself and trying his best to remain calm.

But in close combat, the dual calm state of mind and body is not as good as the excited state. Active thinking, quickly responsive nerves, muscles slightly warmed up due to accelerated blood circulation... these are the key to ensuring combat effectiveness.

Wei Xi's blood began to boil as the fight progressed, her heartbeat gradually accelerated, and her body burned under the effect of hormones. She longed for a hearty battle, and Veron's avoidance was like pouring a basin of cold water over her head.

"I assume you've discovered this as well..." She rubbed her wrist, "Is there any solution?"

Veron's face looked very ugly.

He asked Wei Xi to do basic training on his own and left the training ground in a hurry.

Wei Xi watched him leave and went to the stone house. She didn't want to find anyone to practice with, she just wanted to use the training equipment to confirm her strength.

There are sandbags of different sizes in the stone house.

Wei Xi once read in a magazine that a boxing champion's right fist has a power of 800 pounds, while a kung fu superstar's punching power is around 350 pounds. This data is closely related to weight, and the former weighs almost twice as much as the latter.

A simple punching strength test cannot reflect a person's combat power data, because the factors that affect combat power are never just one aspect, but a punching strength test can reflect the level of strength.

The data panel shows that the normal person's strength is 10, while Wei Xi's has reached 23.

She picked up a sandbag, grasped the strength she needed to show, adjusted her breathing, and punched it -

With a "bang", the sandbag broke. The tattered bag marked with 200 revealed that the power of her punch could reach 200 pounds. Wei Xi patted the sand on her hands and had a clearer estimate of her current strength.

With her strength alone, she is a super warrior comparable to a Kung Fu superstar. After a period of training, she will not only have the strength but also the skills to become a true human weapon.

That afternoon, Veron brought in a new combat instructor. Apparently, his condition was no longer suitable for instructing Wei Xi personally. Rather, the Holy See and the Emperor were well prepared and quickly dispatched another psychic.

Sylvia.

Sylvia, who naturally awakened her psychic powers, is a wild and militant. Before being recruited by the killing corps, she roamed the streets as a professional killer. After being recruited by the army, she became more low-key, but her temperament never changed.

She was wrapped in a black military training suit, with dark skin, no makeup, red lips, and a tattoo of scales at the corner of her eye. If Alina was like a leopard, Sylvia gave people the feeling of a poisonous snake. She smiled and brought a message to Wei Xi:

"There will be an assassination mission in the country in a month. The military wants you to see blood."

Wei Xi was holding a gun and didn't react to the words. She was undergoing firearms training and was highly concentrated.

In addition to the technical requirements, firearms training also has high psychological quality requirements. However, Wei Xi does not have these shortcomings. After studying several books on firearms, she has mastered the techniques in the books.

“Bang—bang!”

For the ten-meter target, except for the initial deviation, the next few shots were all within the ten rings.

She made several attempts, gradually increasing the distance of the target from ten meters to twenty-five meters. Every time she shot, her lowest score never fell below seven rings.

Wei Xi's brows relaxed, he put down the gun and said to Sylvia, "I understand."

One month was enough time for her to be scientifically trained into a killing machine.