Chapter Sixty-Seven: Analysis

What a terrifying person.

Sitting quietly in her room, Ling’er repeatedly listened to Wang Luo’s voice.

Perhaps, she really could defeat her after all.

She glanced at her watch. By now, Lin Feirui should have already gone to rest—especially since she was in a very bad mood today.

Who might be in her arms? Lately, it was usually Light, but there was also the possibility that in times of pain she sought comfort from someone rougher... that would be Huakai.

She let out a soft laugh.

Compared to that person who seemed to perceive everything with only a few mistakes, the other two voices coming through the bugging device sounded childish and clumsy. There was nothing fitting to them except derision.

He needed better allies, and so did she.

Of course, it was still too early to say Lin Feirui would definitely lose. Having multiple options was always better.

If contact could be established, the sooner the better. The problem was that the bugging device didn’t support communication functions. Dart was responsible for contacting Charles, and she didn’t have a good relationship with him.

No matter what was decided, this wasn’t something that could be done alone. She needed to find people—allies or scapegoats—that was all right.

With these thoughts, she stepped out of her room.

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Pushing aside the curtain, Zhou Yingxiong entered his tent, took out a document from under the bedding, and handed it to Wang Luo behind him.

Wang Luo flipped through it casually. “Several people have problems?”

“Nothing serious.” Zhou Yingxiong’s expression was grave. “Rank is unhappy with you for killing his subordinate and has been complaining privately; Mei Xiaosheng often extracts information from Wentian and then relays it to his own team; Charles has been more low-key after you reprimanded him, but my men have caught him sneaking around alone a few times.”

“Are they still working?”

“If you mean those simple yet lucrative missions, yes, they are.”

“That’s enough.” Wang Luo put the document away, tucking it under his arm. “I never expected their wholehearted loyalty. As long as they can work, that will help our victory.”

“Speaking of which.” Zhou Yingxiong poured a cup of water and handed it to Wang Luo. “Even now, it’s not exactly a decisive victory. What’s your next move?”

“Assemble the troops and fight head-on.” Wang Luo replied. “Victory is based on strength. Haven’t we been training the soldiers and upgrading equipment all this time? It’s all for confronting the enemy directly.”

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“What if we lose?”

“Hold the line, regroup, and keep fighting.”

“Do you think it’s dangerous because this Han army is stronger than before?”

“Yes, definitely stronger. The enemy general this time is surnamed Sun. At this period... it could be Sun Jian.”

“Sun Jian?”

“Yes, the fierce tiger of Jiangdong from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Here, he’s also a formidable general. If it were the Yellow Turban Army before I arrived, he could probably break them all with just a few charges with his men.”

“So the crisis you feel is because of him?”

“If luck is on our side... I remember that at this time in the story, the three great powers were all gathered here.”

“Cao Cao, Liu Bei, and Sun Jian.”

They both fell silent for a moment.

Those names undoubtedly stir great emotions in any Chinese heart, especially as enemies.

“And you plan to fight them head-on? If... if those really are our enemies.” Zhou Yingxiong chose his words carefully after a long pause. “Retreat would be better.”

“No.” Wang Luo shook his head. “Do you remember the test I did in the last scene?”

“The recitations and shopping? Yes.”

“I had considered that in this scene too. But the pressure of battle was always high... there was no time. But now, I don’t even need to think hard—the test subjects have come knocking on their own.”

“Who do you mean, those three?”

“No, our lucky enemy.” Wang Luo touched his nose. “What do you think luck is?”

“When many possibilities arise, things tend to develop in the best and most favorable way—that’s luck, right?” Zhou Yingxiong answered.

“See, when we first entered the scene, we somehow won immediately. Later, Charles told us he used props to manipulate the Han army, making them fragile and prone to fleeing at the slightest disturbance. Wouldn’t you call that good luck for us?”

“That counts.” Zhou Yingxiong agreed.

“After that, we wiped out two Han armies dispatched by the shadows—was that luck too?”

“That was your plan, capitalizing on the enemy’s greed.” Zhou Yingxiong said.

“Later, we used Lin Qi’s rout to ambush Huangfu Song’s main force, took the camp, gained a lot of supplies, and controlled the surrounding area. Would you call that luck?”

“To some extent, yes. But overall, it was the soldiers’ fighting and our efforts.” Zhou Yingxiong replied.

“Exactly.” Wang Luo clenched his fist. “The enemy is strong, and maybe lucky too. According to Charles, when they entered, they used props to split and break many Yellow Turban troops. That’s not luck, but the props at work; they ambushed us but failed—that was a misjudgment; then they ambushed small units and escaped my subsequent search, likely due to their judgment and skill limits.”

“Afterward, the arrival of powerful Han reinforcements was luck for them, but more so the inherent rules and tendencies of the scene.”

“We came here to fight. When we quickly defeated the opponent, the scene judged us strong and increased the difficulty, assigning us stronger enemies. I believe the rewards will rise accordingly.”

“That’s it.”

“If for them, their power grows and their chance of victory increases, that might count as being under the protection of good luck. But it doesn’t mean they will definitely win. No matter how good luck is, it can’t save people from their own foolishness—just like today.”

“Are they invincible, unbeatable? Absolutely not. When greed dominates their hearts and blinds their eyes, luck can only keep them from total annihilation, not grant them victory.”

“That’s only half-baked luck! If it were truly powerful luck that could sway outcomes, I wouldn’t feel the crisis I do now; my predictions and manipulations would also fail.”

“If they could control their greed and not care about common points, they’d notice my abnormal behavior. Then, it wouldn’t be just the contract team waiting for me, but the entire Han army.”

“Luck is part of strength, but only a part. The final outcome is always the combined result of many conditions interacting. Now, besides saving as many people here as possible, what I want to do is test—the comprehensive result arising from the intersection of human nature, choices, and luck.”

From his friend’s words, Zhou Yingxiong sensed something unusual.

Wang Luo had smiled after previous successes, but never before had he shown such excitement, joy, and delight...

Those analyses, understandings, and fears were secondary reasons. You go into battle because you enjoy facing such opponents, are glad to take such risks, and are willing to engage in such struggles...

How much madness hides behind your calm, clever, and insightful exterior?

Though pondering this, Zhou Yingxiong said nothing, merely remaining silent.