"Admiral!" Beckman entered and handed him an electronic display rod. "Here are the battlefield simulations you requested."
"Beep!" Gilad activated the display rod. A translucent hologram appeared, presenting a series of animated three-dimensional battlefield simulations before him.
"Where exactly did we give ourselves away..."
After watching it three times in succession, Gilad paused the footage at the moment the Bronze Mecha legion split into three forces, his brow deeply furrowed.
Had the Wulf Civilization not changed its tactics at the last moment, the plan should have succeeded perfectly. Never mind achieving their minimum strategic objective-even destroying two Wormhole Expansion Devices would not have been particularly difficult.
Unfortunately, not only had they fallen short of complete success, he had lost an entire squadron in the bargain.
"That's what I can't understand either. Given both sides' deployments at the time, the enemy had indeed fallen into our trap at first. But for some reason, they suddenly caught on midway through and scrapped their original defensive plan. That's why we fell short at the last hurdle!" Beckman said helplessly.
He had helped devise the plan himself, and its failure was a blow to his pride.
"The worst thing a commander can do is constantly reverse his orders. Judging from our previous engagements, the opposing commander is decisive and ruthless. He should be a man of firm resolve. Someone like that wouldn't change his mind lightly, and he certainly shouldn't be indecisive.
"So... there must have been some development we don't know about!" Gilad declared.
When two armies clashed, attacking fortifications was the lesser strategy; attacking minds was the greater!
Attacking minds here meant more than undermining enemy morale or influencing the war through factors outside the battlefield. It also meant devising targeted strategies based on the enemy commander's personality!
Zhuge Liang's empty fort