The Black Book

After briefly introducing the rules of the competition, Wang Hua changed the subject.

"Currently, the 'strength' between the enemy and our side is 6:4, and we are at a disadvantage."

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao was inexplicably relieved.

It’s okay, it’s okay, it doesn’t just have to be with me...

If you set up a flag that is full of vitality and everything is competing for success, then I feel like you can invest directly...

"However, the average strength of our players is slightly better, and the overall disadvantage is not as big as it seems."

Looking at Zhu Haomiao, the excited Wang Hua said the heroic words that he had been holding back for a long time.

"And now that you are here, the offensive and defensive momentum is different!"

"As long as you attack, everything will be fine!"

"The advantage is mine!"

Zhu Haomiao: “…………”

My body feels so itchy, it feels like there are flags all over it! ! !

Inexplicably, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body. The young man pursed his lips and hesitated to speak.

However, he didn't notice anything strange about Zhu Haomiao. Wang Hua waved his fists excitedly, as if he had seen the dreamy scene of capturing Seoul and driving the "United Nations Army" all the way to the sea.

Quietly listening to Wang Hua point out Jiangshan and scold Fang Qiu, Zhu Haomiao calmly pulled him out.

After the two of them left the command center and out of the sight of other countries' hegemons, Zhu Haomiao asked in a cautious voice.

"Senior Brother Wang, what's going on with Li Zhenxi?"

"Well...it's a long story..."

Instantly understanding the doubts in the young man's mind, Wang Hua pondered for a moment and talked in an orderly manner.

"The situation in South Korea is very complicated. It can be mainly divided into three factions: pro-China, neutral, and pro-Military. Is this easy to understand?"

Zhu Haomiao nodded, pacing slowly and motioning for him to continue.

"Among them, the neutral faction, or the pragmatic faction, has the largest base, but they are also the easiest to sway. They will favor whoever gives them benefits. To put it harshly, they are just the wall."

"The second is the pro-Military faction. Although their absolute number is not large, they control the puppet government and comprador plutocrats, and control all aspects of the country such as politics, economy, military, culture, education, and public opinion."

"The smallest base is the pro-China faction. We have always wanted to cultivate the power of unity, but under the continuous instigation, suppression, and smear propaganda of the pro-rice faction, they have been unable to develop."

"After all, the hegemony of public opinion has always been in the hands of others, and we are very passive."

After a pause, Wang Hua smiled slightly and changed the topic.

“However, this [Ascension Tournament] is an opportunity to divide and win over, because no matter how powerful the pro-rice faction’s hegemony of public opinion is, there is an even stronger national sentiment within South Korea—anti-Japan!”

"But this time, Bald Eagle forced these two enemies into a trench. At such a sensitive time point, it directly caused the internal division of South Korea."

"You know, this is the Sino-Japanese War. Not long after this battle, Japan annexed Korea."

"Even if you know that the phantom realm is just a phantom realm, if you stand with the Japanese at this time, what will happen?"

"Just imagine, in the fantasy world of World War II, a certain superpower wants you to fight side by side with the Japanese Imperial Army. How would you feel?"

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao just fantasized a little, and his brows knitted involuntarily.

Then I am no longer a traitor?

no!

You don’t have to have the Fantasy Realm, you don’t have to have your life, the Japanese Imperial Army must die!

On the other side, aware of Zhu Haomiao's emotions, Wang Hua raised a gloating smile.

"So, they have glassy hearts and sensitive skin, and their national sentiments cannot accept it!"

"So, after a big quarrel internally, most of the South Korean players gritted their teeth and stamped their feet..."

"You are willing to make wine, I have joined the Communist Party!!"

Zhu Haomiao: “…………”

What kind of happy comedian is this?

"Li Jinxi is the representative of their faction."

"This incident has triggered a certain crisis of public opinion in reality, but it was temporarily suppressed by their propaganda machine."

"But since there are people who have abandoned the dark side and turned to the bright side, even if they are forced to make a helpless choice, we cannot let them feel cold. Of course, we must increase our efforts to help them~"

Listening to Wang Hua's excited and incomprehensible words, Zhu Haomiao tasted a hint of bad taste in his tone.

Differentiation, co-optation, internal disintegration...

Why does this trick look familiar...

Inexplicably, Zhu Haomiao remembered that the three East Asian countries wanted to skip US dollar settlement and conduct currency swaps directly.

Then, Mo Nijian used two inconspicuous islands to stir up national sentiments, kill three people, and instantly disintegrate this economic alliance that may shake the foundation of the US dollar.

At that time, Mi Ni Jian used scheming to turn his hands into clouds and rain. Now he is cunning people in a corner openly and repaying others with his own methods...

It's all about national sentiments. You can play like an eagle, but I can't play like a rabbit? !

With a gloating smile on his face, Zhu Haomiao suddenly remembered something and asked softly.

"This is a camp battle... With so many players from South Korea, aren't you afraid that they have moles?"

Hearing this, Wang Hua looked at the young man dumbfounded.

"Both the north and the south have the same organizing committee, and the data are the same. Do you really think there are any secrets?"

Zhu Haomiao: “…………”

"Besides, the competition system was designed to prevent people from taking advantage of the situation. Once someone is found cheating, the organizing committee will intervene. Otherwise, why do you think the command center has so many hegemonies?"

Laughing and shaking his head, Wang Hua continued faintly.

"In the final analysis, hard power can determine the final victory. Any other strategies and tricks are just illusions and will burst at the slightest touch."

Nodding thoughtfully, when Zhu Haomiao raised his eyes, he suddenly realized that he had followed Wang Hua out of the building complex and walked to the wilderness without realizing it.

"Brother Wang, where are you taking me?"

"Didn't Brother Feng tell you?"

"Ah? What?"

"Didn't he say that he wanted to introduce you to a friend? Before leaving, he specifically asked me to take you to see him."

Scratching his head, Zhu Haomiao thought for a long time and seemed to have a vague impression.

But Feng Zhaobai just mentioned it casually at the time, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

With a hint of curiosity, the boy followed Wang Hua through the woods. In less than half an hour, a huge camp stretching for more than ten miles appeared in front of them.

"What is this?"

"The Qing army camp, let's go."

Without much explanation, Wang Hua led Zhu Haomiao into the camp, and after checking, they came to the central army tent.

"Sir Wang."

The chief guard wearing heavy fish-scale armor and a long sword at his waist came up to the door and greeted politely, while glancing at the boy following behind Wang Hua without leaving a trace.