Top Warzone Analyst Chapter 92

Red Team, base in the west.

White Team, base in the east.

“Next, I will announce the basic rules of the faction battle.”

Mr. Zhou deliberately slowed down his speech, announcing each word clearly and distinctly.

“This assessment uses a points system. Conditions such as supplies and the number of survivors will be calculated into points according to a formula. The specific formula will be displayed in the upper left corner of the system interface. You may check it after the competition officially begins.”

“Candidates must wear simulation devices throughout the entire assessment. Do not remove them early unless declared eliminated. The system will display the map range. Do not enter the red zones. Anyone who violates this rule will be disqualified from the competition.”

“In addition to basic weapons, the instructors have placed a certain number of supply crates throughout the map. Each supply crate can yield different types of equipment. Please use and keep them properly.”

“Assessment time: from 3:00 PM to midnight. Ways the assessment can end: 1. Time runs out. 2. One faction is completely eliminated. 3. The faction’s battle flag is destroyed.”

“Although we have informed the nearby villagers in advance, if any civilians wander in during the competition and someone accidentally injures a villager, the penalty will be ten times the points deducted!”

The rules were quite simple.

Mr. Zhou asked, “Any questions?”

Cheng Feng raised her hand hesitantly. “So we just… fight?”

“That’s right,” Mr. Zhou said. “You’re all military school students – why pretend otherwise? If there are no more questions, line up and come get your equipment!”

The equipment consisted of a small sensor helmet, plus a weapon of one’s choice.

After putting it on, since the competition hadn’t officially started yet, the visual interface didn’t change much. Everyone still saw the base gate in front of them.

The upper left corner displayed the time. In the upper right corner, a thumbnail could be tapped to bring up the statistical data and calculation formula for this exam.

Cheng Feng studied the string of points formulas.

At the start, supplies carried about three times the weight of kills. But as the number of casualties increased, the weight of soldiers would grow in stages.

When friendly casualties exceeded 30%, the conversion rate of supplies to kills became 2:1.

After casualties exceeded 50%, it became 1:1.

When casualties exceeded 70%, the rate shot up to 1:3.

When casualties exceeded 90%, supplies would no longer count for points.

If there were no people left, supplies became worthless.

This range of data was actually quite lenient – most Command Department students would never fight to such an intense degree. So relatively speaking, supplies were very important.

Mr. Zhou interrupted the quiet murmurs and gave the order: “Red Team, everyone assemble! Get ready to head to the west base. Move out now!”

The student leading the group jogged off.

Without an instructor supervising from the sidelines, the formation had already fallen apart halfway through the march.

The senior students from UFU hung back, surrounding Cheng Feng. They put their arms around her shoulders and said with playful glances:

“Cheng Feng, excellent work! You seized the initiative right from the start. That means the wind is on our side – this round is lucky!”

“Little junior, let me ask you something. On that last question, how did you figure out the answer? That ‘da-da-da’ frequency – can the human ear really distinguish that? Is it just a matter of practice?”

“I really think Cheng Feng has some kind of natural edge over Tao Rui. It’s not just my imagination. Did you guys see it? When we won just now, the faces of those First Military guys turned green. Hilarious!”

“Isn’t that obvious? No one’s ever physically slapped Tao Rui’s face before!”

Cheng Feng corrected him. “It wasn’t a slap. It was a punch.”

The senior on her left gently pressed down her little fist and said, “Same thing. Just don’t get cocky!”

After a bit of playful roughhousing, a third-year senior wiped the smile off his face and said, “Alright everyone, we don’t have much time. Let’s first discuss who will be the main commander for UFU internally.”

The speaker was Chen Huayue, a third-year senior. Although he didn’t have quite the same prestige within UFU as Tao Rui, his grades were still top-tier, and his organizational skills were particularly strong. He had always been the one responsible for creating group chats and handling communication tasks.

He usually wore a pair of glasses with non-prescription lenses, giving him a refined, scholarly appearance, but his work style was decisive and efficient. His looks were quite deceptive.

That said, his attitude was very approachable. He didn’t put on airs as an elder toward underclassmen; instead, he looked after them quite a bit, embodying the UFU’s tradition of inclusivity. He was like a gentle, friendly older brother next door. Cheng Feng was also quite fond of him.

One person asked, “Should we call the UMU people over too?”

“Forget it. They won’t listen to us. And although Tao Rui has a big name, he probably can’t command the First Military students either.” Chen Huayue let out a cold laugh. “Heh, the instructors deliberately didn’t appoint the main commanders for either side. Why do you think that is?”

Did that even need guessing? They obviously wanted the technical specialists to fight among themselves. Their malicious intent was clear even through their bellies.

Chen Huayue said, “Right at the start, there’s no need for everyone to fight over power – no one is willing to submit to anyone anyway. Let’s just fight first. Once a uni has taken enough losses, then we can sit down and calmly choose a commander. The other side will definitely be fragmented too, so it doesn’t matter. We just need to manage ourselves well.”

This was a very realistic and practical approach.

Only when the gap in strength between the two sides was large enough could the time wasted on bickering be reduced.

Managing yourself well holds true no matter where you are.

The group unconsciously slowed their pace.

Cheng Feng looked up at Chen Huayue.

He was twenty-five centimeters taller than her and standing in the spot closest to her. From this angle, Cheng Feng’s line of sight was directly aimed at his chin, which had just started showing a bit of stubble.

Someone in the back row hadn’t been paying attention to the speed of those ahead and accidentally stepped on Cheng Feng’s heel, giving her a small push.

Chen Huayue turned sideways, steadied her by the arm, and happened to look down at the same time, meeting Cheng Feng’s eyes.

Clearly visible in those dark, bright eyes was a trace of hesitation.

Chen Huayue smiled and said, “What’s this? You want to be the commander, don’t you?”

Whether she was main commander or not actually didn’t matter that much to Cheng Feng – she just wanted to get one over on Tao Rui.

But if Chen Huayue really wanted this position, then Cheng Feng wouldn’t compete with him for it.

Chen Huayue said, “This map is neither too big nor too small. We need someone with strong calculation skills and good adaptability to handle the planning. Cheng Feng has no problem in that regard. Besides, she just defeated Tao Rui, so by all rights, this position can be given to her.”

Shen Dan responded out of habit. “I support it.”

UFU only had thirty people in total. Looking at the mission objectives, the main focus was on dispersing to search for supplies. The role of the main commander wasn’t that significant, so there was no point in fighting over it.

If the battle situation became complicated later, they could do a special analysis at that time.

Chen Huayue called a vote. More than half agreed, so it was confirmed that Cheng Feng would be the one to set the strategy.

Chen Huayue said seriously, “We’re all from the same school, we’re on the same team. If any issues come up, we can communicate openly with each other. Thirty-some commanders – if everyone has their own little ideas, it’ll be very hard to lead. I hope we can all have honest discussions.”

The group of students protested with mild indignation:

“Of course! Who do you think you’re looking down on?”

“Cheng Feng ran half to death for Tao Rui’s sake – we have to give her the chance to get revenge. We get it.”

This was actually a great training opportunity. The seniors were clearly looking out for their underclassman.

Cheng Feng was a bit moved. She was silent for a long moment, then said, “Thank you.”

She turned to Shen Dan and said, “Thank you.”

Shen Dan had been waiting for this and quickly replied, “Next time, team up with me.”

Cheng Feng said, “Oh.”

…

Around 2:30, all members of the Red Team arrived at the pigsty. They split up to perfect the map of the area surrounding the farm, then regrouped at the entrance.

Five minutes before the battle began, the sensor helmets officially loaded the exam mode.

The scene in their field of vision suddenly transformed. The dirty concrete brick walls disappeared, replaced by various metal barricades and obstructions.

All the scenery changed dramatically based on the actual road conditions.

If not for the unmistakable sound of pigs squealing in the background and the stench in the air that was hard to ignore, it would have been difficult to imagine this was a small livestock farm.

The UFU and the UMU students didn’t engage in deep communication with each other, consciously taking responsibility for the left and right flanks respectively. The ten students from the Mobile University chose to follow the UMU’s commander.

Each side selected five people to guard near the battle flag, which was located at a hidden spot behind the farm.

This place happened to be adjacent to a long, narrow manure pit. The contents inside hadn’t been processed yet – or perhaps they were deliberately left unprocessed – resulting in a thick, pungent odor that drifted all around, carrying immense destructive power.

Breathing in that stench, which was strong enough to nourish the very soul, several couldn’t help but suspect that the toughest test of this match was the assault on their noses.

Cheng Feng generously promised them that a new squad would rotate in to guard the flag every hour.

At 3:00 PM, the countdown ended.

Everyone swiftly took action, dispersing in teams of five to search the map for supply crates.

Five minutes later, Cheng Feng found the first supply crate in a corner deep within the livestock farm.

It was a brown, palm-sized equipment box.

Cheng Feng sent a picture to the public channel so her teammates could use it as a reference, then pressed the unlock button.

The box didn’t open. Instead, a test question popped up on her interface, asking for the modeling code of the Seven Stars, with fifteen seconds to answer.

Just as I thought, Cheng Feng said to herself, as she nimbly typed in the answer.

The box opened smoothly. Inside was a small slip of paper. After unfolding it, the words [□□] were written on it.

The moment she finished reading, the paper transformed into a small weapon, appearing in her palm.

So that’s how you obtain them.

Cheng Feng placed it into her portable weapons inventory and exchanged information with the others.

Shen Dan said, “Nice item. But what happens if you get the question wrong?”

A student from UMU egged her on. “You try it.”

“I don’t recommend you try it,” Cheng Feng said. “But if you’re really curious, I hope you go first.”

The questions weren’t too difficult. But if someone got one wrong, given the base’s usual style, Cheng Feng felt the consequences would be severe.

The supply crate might even disappear.

Someone would soon help put that question into practice.

As Cheng Feng led her team slowly approaching the base, a sudden explosion rang out not far away. The friendly survival count immediately dropped by two.

The glaring red numbers were too harsh on the eyes – a huge loss for the Red Team, which was already at a numerical disadvantage.

Before Cheng Feng could even ask what had happened, a student on the public channel called out, still shaken: “It exploded! You have to fill those things in carefully. If you type even one letter wrong, it blows up! When answering questions, have your teammates stand far away – it’s dangerous!”

Everyone was unsettled.

“You die if you get a question wrong? That’s too vicious!”

“Great, very much in the instructors’ style.”

“I knew it wouldn’t be that simple!”

“How difficult are the questions, really? I don’t dare open them randomly anymore. What if I get a question I don’t know? Maybe we should collect all the supply crates and manage them centrally?”

The young man took a moment to compose himself and added, “The questions probably have difficulty levels. On the one I just had, there was an option to share it with anyone within three meters. Once the crate is opened, it can’t be closed. I suggest forming teams with people who are good at different types of questions. If you really don’t know the answer, your teammates should run away fast!”

No wonder they released all the students’ transcripts a day in advance. Cheng Feng cursed inwardly, then recreated the list and, with input from the senior students, formed new squads.