Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?
Chapter 366 - 164 Green Skin

Chapter 366: Chapter 164 Green Skin

"Why did you choose this hilltop?" Thira asked.

"It’s obvious," Aske replied. "If we chose the hill behind us, the view of the battlefield might be blocked by this one."

"We’ve embarrassed ourselves again," Miel muttered under her breath.

Thira ignored her; after all, these were things that needed to be clarified. So she continued to question the Squad Leader:

"You haven’t been to the hill behind this one, so how do you know for sure that the view would be blocked? Did you use the height and distance to calculate the overlooking angle? Then how do you precisely determine the height and distance? Visually speaking, the perception of depth can cause errors in height estimation, right..."

"Why do you have to make it so complicated?" Aske asked, puzzled. "I said it’s just ’possible’ that it could be blocked."

"’Possible’..." Thira was somewhat speechless.

"Right," Aske explained to her, "it’s a matter of what you’d call a margin of error."

"Often, when the best solution involves some risk, choosing a safer but suboptimal solution might actually be the best solution under the circumstances."

"Real-time calculations? That’s impossible. Each battlefield has its unique complex conditions; there’s no time for calculations. Everyone can choose the best solution with their eyes closed, but the real test of your decision-making capability is to identify the most critical variable among many."

Thira: .........

"So you didn’t calculate it either?" she asked incredulously. "You just felt that the hill behind might block the view and chose the one in front?"

"Yes."

"What if it turns out to be a mistake?" Thira said. "Without calculations to confirm it, what if the view isn’t actually blocked? What if the best solution is indeed the best?"

"Then I can also accept the consequences of that miscalculation. That’s what I meant by margin of error," Aske said indifferently. "It’s a choice problem in game theory."

Game theory... Thira silently took note.

Miel listened beside them and also nodded silently.

The three of them continued to watch the distant battlefield, and as no one could prevent the girls from advancing head-on, the war inevitably came to an end.

In the command camp, when Sigrdrifa and Eleanor rushed in, they saw the Commander bound and unconscious in his chair.

"You dealt with it so quickly?" Eleanor exclaimed.

"Yeah," as their abilities faded, Medea and Nora appeared into view. "If this guy hadn’t sent all his personal Guards out, we would have had no opportunity to strike."

"Their Guards have been dealt with," Peggy and Mia also walked in and said.

"Then, let’s go find the Squad Leader."

With the war over, on the one hand, they needed to find someone from the Falcon Family to take over the two towns, and on the other hand, they had to review this operation.

In fact, even Aske, who always held high standards, could not find any fault in the girls’ performance.

He watched the entire battle from a tree, and whether it was their ability, play style, awareness, teamwork, or positioning, the combat quality shown by everyone had already reached the entry-level standard of active players.

Before the time travel, they could have dominated professional gamers and even competed in esports tournaments.

Of course, if they were thrown into the brutal professional circuit, they would be just mediocre rookies, barely meeting the threshold of ability.

As for the tournament results, it would be better not to be too fanciful and to focus on learning. However, if they really joined his own team, he was sure a large group of talent scouts would wait outside every day to poach them.

Not for no reason, these were all female players, not to mention young and beautiful ones, in a professional circuit where men were prevalent. They were like giant pandas. Even if their skills were inferior, they could still get more endorsements than male players.

After all, when the audience sees a male player make a mistake, they just curse "What a noob!" But hearing a female game streamer get brutally dominated by the opponent, filled with screams and wails, broadcasting in a melodious voice, they actually get more excited... The thought process regarding gender here is completely different.

"Eh," Nora suddenly exclaimed.

"What’s wrong?" Aske asked.

"It feels like something is spying on me," Nora said, looking towards the distant trench’s edge with confusion.

"Oh," Aske said.

"You seem to know something?" Nora asked suspiciously.

"I have a guess," Aske waved his hand. "Let’s get moving, finish off the last "root", and then head towards Stuttgart."

The final "root" was Prosinegen Town, lying in the middle of the road between Stuttgart and Ulm. The atmosphere at the outer trenches of Prosinegen was very tense, probably because they had received news of a defeat at the front.

"The enemy is coming in!"

"Direction, seven o’clock!"

"Bring over the anti-armor missiles!"

Eleanor and Sigrdrifa had just rushed in when they saw, across the trench, two objects trailing long plumes of white smoke, almost instantaneously flying towards them.

Anti-armor missiles, also known as "anti-tank missiles," were specifically designed for vehicles and power armor. Their internal shaped charges, which create a metal jet at the moment of explosion, could penetrate most power armor in an instant.

However, the shadows at the feet of the two women suddenly stood up like two open doors, swallowing the incoming anti-armor missiles.

The soldiers on the other side: ??

"You two be careful as well!" Mia half-emerged from the shadows. "Don’t be like Peggy, okay?"

"Thanks, Mia." Eleanor had also realized what that was and knew that even if she caught it with her shield, she probably couldn’t escape being smashed to pieces.

"Damn, you guys playing dirty!" Sigrdrifa shouted and threw the North Wind Axe in her hand, which froze two soldiers who had dumped their missile tubes and were trying to flee, turning them into ice sculptures.

The group continued to advance rapidly, almost unstoppable. Machine guns, snipers, or anti-armor missiles were no match for these girls, and soon the entire town’s defending force lost their morale, and soldiers scattered everywhere, fleeing like headless flies.

As Eleanor turned a corner in an alley, a shadow suddenly jumped down from a rooftop beside her, fists smashing down fiercely towards her head.

In a flash, she drew her gun and turned, thrusting upwards rapidly, hitting the assailant’s shoulder. However, the soldier just grabbed the end of her gun barrel and gave a strong pull, almost causing Eleanor to stagger and nearly lose her footing.

Eleanor: !!!

She, along with her power armor, weighed a total of 1.4 tons, and the fact that she was almost pulled down was ridiculous! Was this the Dragon Elephant Power?

When she looked up, she saw the soldier’s appearance: muscles bulging abnormally large, skin shimmering with a strange greenish gleam.

"WAAAGH!" The soldier let out an incomprehensible shout and charged at her again.

Eleanor first made a small jump, dodging the opponent’s powerful but clumsy tackle, and her long spear thrust out like a dragon once again.

The frenzied soldier abruptly reached out, trying to grasp the tip of her spear, but Eleanor suddenly stopped mid-thrust, taking advantage of the moment he grasped at thin air to thrust forward again.

A double thrust.

The spear tip tore through half of his neck, exposing a gruesome wound with trachea and spinal bone. A normal person would have fainted from shock under such injury and blood loss.

Yet this strange green-skinned soldier seemed not to feel the pain at all and continued to lunge at Eleanor.