Top Warzone Analyst Chapter 31

The school leaders from institutions like First Military were now indeed researching competition data, even skipping lunch in the process.

As the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement; insiders… the insiders watched a bolt from the blue.

Teachers from the Command Category B hastily sought out a few junior and senior students – representative figures skilled in modeling, data collection, and data analysis – to join them. Using Cheng Feng’s perspective as a reference, they attempted to synchronously refine the map in real-time.

This trial shattered the school leaders’ composure.

Cheng Feng’s modeling was essentially continuously adjusted based on the troops’ marching speed. He roughly drafted an initial sketch, then gradually fleshed out the details and added all kinds of necessary information.

This rhythm was somewhat unconventional, but it couldn’t be considered wrong. It’s just that major military universities don’t typically teach this method at the undergraduate level, because the students wouldn’t be able to keep up.

The facts proved that this was indeed the case.

During the first attempt, the video wasn’t slowed down. Several senior students tried to keep pace with the progress, only to find that within less than ten minutes of footage, a significant gap had already emerged.

Key information hadn’t even been fully annotated yet when the scene had already switched to a completely unfamiliar location. They tried to piece together a new map, but the frantic haste caused them to miss even more data. In the end, the control panel was left with a model that could hardly be described as a semi-finished product – a complete tragedy.

One of the senior students did manage to keep up speed-wise, but his data error rate was rather high. When overlaid with the actual map, it was all blurry phantoms, and much crucial data wasn’t reflected at all. It was ultimately unable to provide sufficient help for the later stages.

The command department instructors leaned over the table to review the assessment results, hands clasped together with their thumbs restlessly pressing against their palms. After reading through them, they made no further comments, merely pursing their lips to signal the students to try again.

The second round brought some experience, and everyone’s hand speed improved slightly. Yet when they entered a completely new map scenario, the same problems emerged.

When it came time to select ambush positions for teammates, the instructors’ constant countdown from the sidelines affected their judgment, resulting in a wide variety of answers.

After three rounds, the students’ composure also crumbled.

A senior student slammed down their optical computer, wailing, “Is this hand speed even achievable for a normal human?!”

A companion chimed in, “And this information-capturing ability isn’t something a minor should have either! There’s hardly a single piece of useless data on her map!”

The instructor nearby, seeing how pitiful they looked, offered a disingenuous consolation. “Nobody said she’s a minor; she just looks a bit young. Maybe she’s underdeveloped – could actually be the same age as you all.”

The instructor crooked a finger and tapped on the optical computer screen, saying, “I haven’t been able to find any information about her yet. What I can confirm is that she’s not from the Alliance; she should be one of the students on the special admission list.”

The command department instructor was still engrossed in Cheng Feng’s map model.

As a new recruit commander who hadn’t even started university, the map Cheng Feng produced, when placed alongside those of the others, presented such a stark contrast that it was like comparing an adult’s professional work to a kindergarten child’s drawing.

Whether in terms of completeness, precision, or predictive analysis, the two sides were no longer on the same level. There was a gap of more than four years between them.

This realization filled his gaze with a kind of affectionate admiration. He clicked his tongue in wonder, saying, “Cheng Feng’s ability to capture key points is exceptionally precise. It’s as if she can see through others’ weaknesses at a single glance. This level of skill is generally only achievable on a foundation of sufficient practical combat experience. Although there are still some minor errors, she is still so young! Could she have lived in a war zone before?”

The school leadership shook their heads with grave dismay, saying, “Where she comes from no longer matters; what matters is that she is now a student of UFU!”

Having such a student meant that for the next four years, they would all be overshadowed by this person.

Especially since she was a deputy commander, making her even harder to defend against than a frontline soldier.

Geniuses are always something to aspire to, provided they aren’t someone else’s child.

The school leadership felt a twinge of envy. They turned their heads and glared at the several students nearby who were questioning their own existence, asking in a gruff tone, “Why can others develop this skill, but you can’t?”

The students were baffled. “??”

Shouldn’t they be asking their ancestors about things like talent? If their DNA hadn’t mutated appropriately, there wasn’t much they could do about it!

The school leader pointed at them, being unreasonable. “It’s because you’re still not hardworking enough!”

The group raised their hands in surrender, complaining bitterly, “Help, I swear I’ve already dedicated my youth to the command department! But there are too many courses in school, we can’t just specialize in one modeling technique!”

“We’ve all been through the grind of the college entrance exam. Maybe she’s been specializing in this since childhood? Then our room for improvement might be greater than hers.”

“Sir, you need to be good at discovering our strengths, don’t make things difficult for yourself.”

The instructor snorted twice. “Room for improvement? You’re about to graduate. Are you planning to pass that room for improvement down to the next generation?”

“There’s another thing that concerns me.” The command department teacher nearby interjected, “At the very beginning, the students from UFU were discussing this year’s record-breaking mecha pilot. Cheng Feng said at the time that she was that person.”

The principal’s attention was diverted, silently watching him.

The command department teacher spread his hands innocently. “Look at her, does she seem like the type to joke?”

“So, is she from the Infantry Department or the Command Department?” The instructor rubbed his nose, unable to help feeling pleased: “If she’s from the Infantry Department, we can target her specifically in the future. I think that Mr. Kong from UFU won’t easily let go of this promising talent!”

…

Mr. Kong was blatantly sowing discord. “Cheng Feng, I think your modeling skills are already exceptionally outstanding. To be honest, based on your current achievements, you could practically graduate directly. Look at your peers – how much can you really learn by attending classes with them? It’s not worth wasting your time.”

“Nonsense!” Mr. Luo retorted angrily. “No deputy commander would dare arrogantly claim they’ve learned everything there is to learn. Her starting point is higher than others, which means she needs to build a solid foundation and strive for even greater heights, rather than squandering her talent through inaction. In comparison, the code for manual mechs is quite fixed; I think there’s actually no need for her to study that.”

Mr. Kong immediately retorted, “Hah, mecha construction technology is constantly updated; there is no end to it. The advantage of manual mechs lies in their greater flexibility and variability. The downside is that with technological innovation, parts of the code are continuously replaced, requiring the mech pilot to find the optimal operation method. Cheng Feng, your code library is already several years old, an outdated version that should have been revised long ago.”

Mr. Luo put his arm around Cheng Feng’s shoulder, like a loving elder: “But in terms of interpersonal skills, she still has a lot to learn. This is her most urgent need for integrating into society at this stage. In this regard, people from the command department have more experience.”

Mr. Kong cursed, “Are you shameless?”

Cheng Feng looked up.

Mr. Luo lowered his gaze, met her eyes, and said slowly and methodically, “For instance, you must also tolerate people like this who curse at you, because they are…”

Cheng Feng finished his sentence, “They are comrades-in-arms!”

“Right! They are comrades-in-arms!” Mr. Luo asked, “So, which do you think is more important?”

The two stared at her intently, trying to influence her answer with their eyes.

Cheng Feng thought for a moment and replied earnestly, “I think both are very important.”

Whether it was modeling code or manual mech code, the database of the combat robot had it all.

How could a robot be biased toward just one subject?

Mr. Kong pondered this for a while, his expression turning strange. “I now believe you’re an adult.” Trying to grasp both, this young person is quite ambitious!

Cheng Feng looked puzzled. “I always was.”

Mr. Luo asked kindly, “What if you could only choose one?”

Cheng Feng didn’t deliberate long before giving her answer. “Then I’d choose command.”

After all, she didn’t have a manual mech, and perhaps never would. That thing was too expensive; right now, she couldn’t even afford a single robot part.

Upon hearing this, the burly 1.9-meter-tall man immediately changed his tune. “An adult’s choice is actually pretty good too. A genius can certainly handle both. You can come to our manual mech specialization first, sit in on some classes, get a feel for it. That way, when there’s a competition later, you can sign up and participate in time. The prize money for competitions is very high!”

Cheng Feng’s interest was piqued. “Wow–”

Mr. Kong stood up, turning away as he spoke rapidly. “I’ll go prepare your application materials. Remember to sign them when the time comes.” Finished speaking, not waiting for her refusal, he grabbed his bag and hurried off.

Watching the figure disappear, Mr. Luo adjusted his glasses, unable to hide his complacent delight. He too stood up. “Good child, you eat your meal first. I’ll go back and write a report. The command department welcomes your participation.”