lead soil control trumpeter

After arranging everything, the three-dimensional holographic projection in Han Feng's eyes continued to rotate slowly.

The missions of all regiments are sent directly to the core group, and the leader of each regiment only needs to check the missions of his own regiment, but Han Feng is not like this, he is concerned about the overall development of the Holy League, not just Maple Group itself.

The goal of other regiments may only be to ensure their own development and to accurately complete the orders issued by their superiors, but the Maple regiment has no such concerns. It is a precision war machine as a whole. It can be said that its average combat power has reached the lower limit. Far more than others.Han Feng's thinking is more long-term, and at the same time, he is secretly checking for gaps in the strategic plan designated by Lao Tan.

Although Fengtuan has not yet fully joined the main alliance, Han Feng knows the distribution of personnel in the entire Jingzhou like the palm of his hand.Each of the main cities displayed on the sand table is flying a flag of a different color. There are nine different colors in total, eight of which represent the eight regiments of the Holy League, and the last gray represents the scattered forces. An identifier used to distinguish its faction.

Looking at the colorful sand table, Han Feng's brows gradually began to tighten.

The quantity is wrong!

Among them, the blue ones are all members of the Maple Group, and Han Feng can be sure that there are 50 people.

But what the hell are red and yellow?Why do you feel that there are many more people than my Fengtuan?
Red represents the Tianshan regiment, and yellow represents the Xingtian regiment.

"Huh? What's the situation? Card BUG?"

Confused, Han Feng activated the statistics function.

"Tianshan Regiment: 86 people"

"Xingtian regiment: 75 people"

"Prairie Group: 61 people"

"Wei Wutuan: 60 people"

"Tianma regiment: 58 people"

……

"Fuck, there are 86 people in Tianshan! What the hell?"

Han Feng stopped looking down, and was a little surprised by this statistic.

Not only the Tianshan regiment, but even several other regiments have more than 50 people per regiment, which means that the entire Holy League Wofeng regiment has the smallest number of people?
After the initial surprise, Han Feng's heart slowly calmed down.

It is not the first time for Han Feng to use this personnel statistics function. He knows that the statistical results of the number control system will never be wrong.

It will screen and classify according to the alliance and regiment that each number entered the office last time.

That is to say, for example, the mountain group that day, these 86 people had belonged to the [Tianshan group] at least the last time they entered the book, so they were automatically classified into the red category of [Tianshan group] by the system.

Recalling that when I first joined the book, there were indeed 380 people, and Han Feng still clearly remembered that only the three groups of Tianshan, Feng, and Xingtian were full at that time. There are only 45 people, but now they are all overloaded.

"Could it be that a single person entered the book and mixed in?"

After confirming that the number of people had indeed increased, Han Feng quickly thought of the reason.

There are two ways for players to enter the book, one is the most common alliance registration, taking the alliance as a whole, 380 people sign up together, in this case, everyone will not be separated, and they can enter the same book.

One is the individual who enters the book by one person. Because there are many official theaters open every day, the individual is likely to be randomly assigned to different scenarios by the system.

Suddenly, Han Feng seemed to grab something!
Something is wrong!

and many more!

The number of war zones opened!

It seems that the number of opened servers in the top-level theaters is far less than that of the junior and intermediate theaters. Doesn't this mean that there are big loopholes that can be exploited!
You must know that the top-level theater map is very large, which means that it can accommodate a large number of people.

The larger the capacity, the larger the capacity of the alliance represented.

But why are there only six alliances on the surface so far?
[Bank Alliance], [South丨North Lemon Desert Cold], [Wealthy Sky Group] in the Northern Army

[Sacred Alliance], [While holding a sword丨Painting rivers and lakes], [Night丨Dancing Demons] in the Southern Army

Han Feng remembers the last time he joined [Weimeng] in the script of a group of heroes competing for the throne, but there are a total of 8 alliances!
And that's just an advanced theater, logically speaking, it's even smaller than the map of a top theater!
Even if some of the 8 alliances at that time did not reach the full 380, they were not bad, and the gap in numbers would not be so large.

unless
What I see now is only the number of people that others want you to see on the surface.

But in fact, there is still...

reinforce!

……

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Han Feng was a little scared by his guess for a moment.

Since the Tianshan regiment and the Xingtian regiment on my side can increase the number of people, how could the bank on the opposite side not know?Will there be hidden numbers too!On the bright side, 380, the eight core groups are all pretense?

In fact, those scattered talents who enter the book alone are hidden powers?
Thinking of this, Han Feng slowly turned his attention to the gray dots on the sand table, which made Han Feng's heart sink slowly.

The sand table was originally granular, and the gray color representing the number of scattered people was too scattered, causing many places to be overlooked. However, under Han Feng's special observation, he found that there were not many scattered people at all!

"System, count the number of gray scattered people in the Jingzhou area!"

"Number of scattered people: 156 people."

"Sure enough!"

"System, count the total number of members of the Eighth Regiment of the Holy League!"

"455 people!"

……

"Knock! Sixth! There are more than 70 people! This holy alliance..."

"Wait... In other words, there are nearly 600 people in Jingzhou, but there are only 380 people on the surface, what the hell! Let's play information warfare here!"

"Then are the 156 extra people friends or foes?"

Han Feng once again had doubts in his heart. Although this is the script of the North-South War of the decisive battle in the Central Plains, it is also a battle of the times related to the honor of the two super alliances. It is difficult to guarantee that someone will be funny!
……

"[Military division], friendly army, a member of another friendly alliance of the holy line!"

"[Taoyuan Regiment], another friendly army!"

"[Adjudicative Panel]... Isn't this special one from the [Insurance Regulatory Commission]? It's a shit!"

"[Black Fire Group] members..."

"[Wine Group]..."

"[Pharmaceutical regiment]..."

After more than ten minutes, Han Feng's face was ashen.

Among them... many are malicious.

Although many of them were members of other alliances of the holy system, most of them were unknown to Han Feng.

Although the system has detected the past information of the account, Han Feng does not know the names of many alliances and groups, and Han Feng does not know whether they are related to the silver department or the old twelve.

Continuously detecting the detailed information of hundreds of accounts, Han Feng's brain power was almost exhausted, and he fell into deep exhaustion.

Curiosity killed the cat!

Han Feng couldn't help cursing secretly. Originally, this power was used to help strengthen the strength of the remaining 20 Fengtuan members.

It turned out to be a good thing this time, because so many little-known secrets were discovered by accident in a hit city!

Now Han Feng is not happy because of the sudden increase in the number of his side, but more worried.

On the other side of Sand Table Continent

How many reinforcements did the Northern Army secretly have?
Han Feng looked at the area shrouded in mist in the north, his brows were slightly furrowed.