"Using this operational plan for a simulated combat?" Fatty widened his eyes and raised his hand, exclaiming, "I choose the Suss Fleet!"
Everyone despised this shameless act.
In this battle, the bandit army relied on hidden ambushes. Now, with all the bandit army's operational steps, directions, and locations engraved in his mind, playing against himself, was there even a need to fight?
"Who said we were using this battle!" Fang Xiang gritted his teeth, opened the simulation program on the demonstration computer, and selected a battlefield with randomly generated conditions, saying, "This one!"
"How many rounds to determine the winner?" Fatty tilted his chin, looking like he was telling Fang Xiang, "I'm very afraid you'll cheat."
"One round determines the outcome!" Fang Xiang wanted nothing more than to stomp on this Fatty's face.
