Deathmatch 7

"The specific plan is as I just said."

"First, quickly eliminate the Neutral Alliance and seize their flags."

"Finally, concentrate our forces and attack the China War Zone."

Inside the temporary command room of the European War Alliance, representatives from the various war zones listened silently to Andrew's instructions.

It was just that the harmonious scene from before was gone.

It was already the third day of the deathmatch. Aside from the North America War Zone, which had taken the flags of several small war zones in the name of protecting the flags and earned quite a few Honor Points,

the rest of them had gained almost nothing.

By this point, everyone realized that they might have made a mistake.

Only by seizing flags could they earn Honor Points, which meant that war zones would inevitably have to be sacrificed.

But they had already boarded the pirate ship. If they withdrew now, they would only end up being surrounded and slaughtered.

After a while, an awakened one from the East Germany War Zone, a cigarette dangling from his lips, coldly retorted:

"We already know the locations of the Neutral Alliance and the China War Zone. Why don't we prioritize attacking the China War Zone?"

There was more to his words than met the eye.

Andrew's arrangement seemed flawless. Prioritizing the elimination of the Neutral Alliance, the greatest threat, and seizing the most flags was the Optimal Solution.

Unfortunately, all the war zone representatives knew this very well.

The flags they seized would definitely not be distributed among them.

By contrast, surrounding and killing the China War Zone would at least earn them more Honor Points from kills.

Moreover, wasn't the Neutral Alliance also their "retreat route"? If they destroyed the Neutral Alliance first, who would be able to keep North