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Chapter 57 Micro-Management Master
“I won’t give a military salute. If you tie our hands and feet, I can control them and myself for a short time.”

Ivan, with curly hair, leaped out of the forest. He could no longer walk upright and had taken on the form of a reptilian creature, a sign of dragonification.

Pskov said nothing, but led his guards forward and used thick hemp ropes to tie up the motionless half-dead servants, stuffing them into the Opel troop carrier.

Inside the carriage, Ulia looked at the several "long rice dumplings" lying next to her with some fear and felt at a loss.

As soon as Ivan stopped singing, the half-dead servants immediately became restless. They roared loudly, opened their mouths wide at the villagers in the carriage, and their long tongues and mountain-shaped teeth were chilling.

Ivan shouted at them, and the half-dead servants immediately shut up, lying there obediently without moving, barely perceptible except for their breathing.

Ulia carefully examined Ivan. His face was young, with fine scales on his forehead and cheeks, and large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

As a nurse, she was very familiar with this situation; only those who endure pain would sweat profusely. These "monsters" were in great pain.

So, Ulia removed the white gauze from his cuff and patiently wiped his sweat.

Before Ivan's eyes, countless images seemed to play continuously: the towering pillar on the icy sea, the black winged king, and the white dragon king howling as it was pressed into the deep sea.

He didn't understand what any of this meant, but he knew very well that if he relaxed his guard, he would fall into an abyss from which there was no return.

Something was tempting him, with power, lifespan, or even a higher level of existence. Resisting this temptation was much harder than readily accepting it.

"...Katyusha, can you sing it?"

Ivan struggled to speak, though he was clearly looking at Ulia, he was surrounded by countless tempting illusions.

“Of course.” Ulia gently stroked his forehead again, hugged the crawling monster to her chest, and began to sing Katyusha.

The monster seemed to be soothed; its furrowed brows relaxed, the illusion before its eyes dissipated, and its mind briefly stabilized.

Dragon blood is a strange thing. It is incredibly powerful, yet it brings "blood sorrow" to hybrids. Although it is a physical entity, it is often influenced by the mind.

Perhaps this is the key to the "path to godhood": to master your own body with all your heart, and no matter how badly the war between dragon blood and human blood destroys your body, never forget your original intention.

The mind transcends material things, achieving extraordinary transcendence.

……

After passing through the forest, they were still on the Donets steppe. Chen Lai and his men used the fuel they had captured earlier to drive their tanks and motorized transport vehicles here. After crossing the endless steppe, they could vaguely see the shape of the Yanchekra River.

By this time, the bridge had completely fallen into the hands of the Prosen people, heavily guarded on both sides with checkpoints set up at every turn, making it clearly difficult to get through.

Ta-da! ...

Junkers 87s flew overhead, along with Messerschmitt fighters—all signs that the Prosent were preparing for a large-scale attack.

Chen Lai saw some planes marked with red stars flying over in the distance, seemingly LaGG and Yak fighters, coming to intercept the Prosen Air Force formation. "We need to cross the river as soon as possible."

After watching for a while, Pskov's expression became particularly solemn. The number of troops gathered here was far too great, which clearly exceeded the standard for a river crossing operation. The Prosenians were about to attack Donetsk!

Donetsk is the gateway to Stoltgrad and a key coal city. If it is lost, Stoltgrad will be left wide open!

"Wait a minute."

Chen Lai waved to stop him. Chen Lai was quickly browsing information on the Deep Sea Forum. Players loved to share their game experiences on the forum, and even the smallest clues found there could be summarized into the battlefield situation!

[Prosen plans to attack Donetsk; players still in the city can escape (hot)]

[Prosen's 'Castle' Plan: A Powerful Blow to the Capital! (Hot)]

[Analysis of Field Marshal Prosson "Manstein"—this was earned with his life, so please give me some QQ coins! (Hot)]

Chen had already browsed the first two, so they weren't too new to him. Only the last one was more important, as he hadn't seen it before.

In the third post, the player analyzed the situation of Manstein, the supreme commander of Prossen on the southern front, and claimed that he had purchased the "Profiling" ability and had completely analyzed Manstein.

Regarding profiling, Chen Lai was completely convinced that Nuonuo was an expert in this field, able to reconstruct the original appearance of things through the slightest clues, making it not difficult for her to see through others.

The poster said that Manstein is the mobile extraction point in the instance. He has obsessive-compulsive disorder and loves micromanagement. He drinks a cup of Anglo tea every morning, and if the temperature is not 38°, he will hit people.

One player asked, "How do you know so much?"

The poster said: Nonsense, how could I not know that I've been beaten up?
Chen Lai smiled slightly. "You like micro-management?" This reminded him of an old friend.

Continuing on, the poster said that micro-management is definitely a pain for most people, but it was very easy for Manstein.

Because his power of words is "incalculable"!
Word of Power: No Calculation, Serial Number 88. The user's brain will solve problems like a sophisticated computer. Every user of "No Calculation" is a god on the battlefield!

There have been countless users of this technique in the past, such as Bai Qi and Han Xin in the East, and Alexander the Great in the West.

Regardless of their personalities, these mixed-race individuals ultimately share a common title: Gods of Slaughter!
These people commanded the army with ease, striking wherever they were told, and were invincible. That's why they were gods of war. Now, Manstein seems to be an innumerable user of this skill, and he is the marshal of Prosen!
As long as he is on the front lines, conquering Donetsk, Stoltgrad, and finally Moscow is inevitable!

After reading the post, Chen Lai gave the poster some tips, then quietly closed the post and began to ponder a question.

If Manstein was indeed a user of the Word of Infinity, did he really not notice his own abnormality back then?
If he had invincible command ability, what difference would it make if he led the villagers and Pskov back to the Donetsk region?

Two doubts arose over Chen Lai's head. He then saw the "Bloodline Concentration 49.35 (Yu Ranzhong)" on his mixed-race identity card, and a bold idea suddenly came to mind.

Or, right here, take down Manstein, while my team includes Cossacks, a user of [Word of Power: Moment], and myself, who is about to become a Deadpool!?

　This story will be finished soon, and the next story will be about anime. Readers are welcome to give suggestions on what they'd like to see, and the author will address those suggestions.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)