Mage Veigar

Chapter 223 The rising sun
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The half-closed door was opened.

A figure walked out from the door, attracting everyone's attention and also touching Neville's heart.

"This is……"

Neville's eyes widened and he took two steps at a time to come to the 50th person.

He went up and punched him.

Then he grabbed the other person's collar and said, "Damn it, damn it, damn it, why didn't you hold on a little longer? You're a level 3 student, you could have easily advanced, why did you come out one step ahead of that brat?"

I got punched for no apparent reason and then was shaken for a long time.

The cadet with a smooth oval head and a navy uniform looked confused: "Captain Neville, although I appreciate your concern for me, it is the limit of my ability to hold on until now. As the only navy who advanced to the second stage, I am still honored in defeat."

After saying this, the sailor left with his head held high.

The 50th eliminated player was not Vega.

Neville took two steps back in despair. Although he was very unwilling, there was nothing he could do. Who could have thought that the little devil could actually hold on until now under the attack of 30 troops?

He wanted to escape from here extremely unwillingly, but he was also somewhat reluctant.

Neville didn't leave in the end. He stood at the door and waited quietly for Vega to appear. He had to see with his own eyes how long the kid could hold on and what place he could get.

Top 30 or top 20?

Neville sneered: "Let me let you be proud for a while."

We waited until noon.

During these few hours, Neville's mood changed from unwillingness to impatience, and finally to extreme surprise.

Why are you so surprised?
Because at this time all the second-stage students have come out, but there is still no sign of Vega.

In other words, Vega’s ranking is—

First place!
But how is this possible.

With that kid's ability, he was able to hold out until now under the attack of 30 troops?

This is 30, not 3. Neville would never believe such a thing.

Not only Neville didn't believe it, but even the generals in the general plan review team didn't believe it.

It has been more than three hours since the 99th student came out. If the actual three hours is converted into the time ratio of the war zone, it would be at least one or two months, if not half a year.

A division resists an army of 20 for two months?

Even if this 20-strong army was made up of puppet soldiers, and even if the contestants had a general-level command level, it would be impossible for them to resist for such a long time. It seemed that something must have gone wrong, causing Vega to stay in it until now.

"I propose to activate the spectator mode."

As soon as a general made a proposal, Tiers slammed the table and rejected it: "Don't you trust my students?"

"I also propose to activate the spectator mode."

"Seconded."

"Seconded……"

With the support of a group of generals, Tils was finally defeated.

Spectator mode is on.

Countless runes covered the walls of the entire conference room, and finally a holographic sand table was projected to the center of the conference room. This advanced viewing mode that synchronized the time of the war land was different from the ordinary projection method of post-match review. It consumed a huge amount of special energy, and it even cost an energy stone worth 1 gold coins to open it once.

All the generals stood next to the sand table and looked down from a God's perspective.

At this time, the time in the conference room is synchronized with the time on the battlefield. Not only can they see the current situation clearly, but they can also use the zoom function to view the details of every battle, and even every word and expression of Vega. The fast-forward and fast-rewind functions are of course also indispensable.

The first thing that caught my eye was the flames.

The fire is engulfing the entire city, and the attacking virtual soldiers are surrounded by flames.

This is a guerrilla force of Vega that uses arrows as its main method of attack while luring the pursuing enemy forces into densely populated residential and commercial areas, and then uses fire attacks to carry out large-scale annihilation operations, because relying solely on guerrilla warfare is too slow.

In Vega's opinion.

The war commanded by the magic device in the land of war can no longer be called a war. It is simply a massacre game. Such an army that does not know how to adapt will only fail if it follows the rigid academic fighting style of the Imperial Army.

So the war can be ended now.

After two months of slaughter by Vega, the number of virtual troops has dropped to less than 10,000. So under Vega's order, all the guerrilla forces are assembled to fight a conventional battle for the final victory. However, Vega's command level of conventional warfare is so terrible that the generals watching the battle doubt whether the same commander is commanding this battle.

"victory!"

Huge text appeared, and the picture froze at the moment when the number of virtual troops dropped to 1%.

At this moment, the entire review meeting room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The generals who had previously said that there might be mistakes were so shocked that they were speechless.

Seeing is believing, this is annihilation rather than defense.

If any officer had told Lieutenant General Eskar of the Seventh Army before he saw this scene with his own eyes that not only could he have the most fun but he could also annihilate an entire army, then he, Eskar, would have immediately locked that lunatic up in a mental recovery room.

but now--

He no longer knew what words to use to break the silence in the conference room. It seemed that anything he said would make the atmosphere even more awkward, so he looked at Tiers, trying to get him to say a few words to end this weird atmosphere.

But Tiers immediately avoided his gaze and began to look around.

"This little vengeful person."

Eskar cursed inwardly, his eyes darting around, and suddenly he caught sight of the upper right corner of the frozen projection.

"2999/300000?"

He rubbed his sore eyes vigorously and finally made sure that he was not mistaken. The number of virtual soldiers participating in this battle was not 20, but 30. Although it was only 10 more, it increased the difficulty dozens of times.

As Eskar finished speaking, everyone's attention was drawn to him.

Is it 30, not 20?
The eerie atmosphere was completely broken, and the entire conference room was filled with deafening discussions.

Vega's performance was simply too brilliant. If the first Hundred Regiments Campaign was the initial display of his prowess, a mere spark of firefly that was not enough to catch the eyes of most generals, then this city defense battle was the height of his power, dazzling enough to blind their eyes.

"Everyone be quiet!"

The head of the audit team slammed the table and asked loudly: "Please ask Major General Kafyin to come over. I need to ask him about the 30 parameters. Who else can tell me the name of this major?"

The noisy discussions stopped instantly.

Everyone present listened attentively, eager to know the officer's name.

“Veiga.”

Tiles coughed and stood up. He looked around the room with great pride and arrogance. "I am a first-year student in the 573rd Officer Training Class. I am Tiles' student, Vega Kalenyi."

(End of this chapter)