"That meant we were short on time."
After hearing the rough battle plan, Arnold said this.
"We needed about fifty seconds for each calculation. To be safe, we should estimate fifty-five seconds each. Had the number of Demons been confirmed at thirty-four?"
"Yes. Our scouting team conducted a thorough investigation and confirmed there were thirty-four."
"In that case..."
Arnold furrowed his brow, exuding an air of professionalism and reliability from head to toe.
"Quick, calculate exactly how much time that is!"
He no longer seemed reliable.
Arnold whispered to the teammate beside him.
Then his teammate pulled out a hand-cranked mechanical calculator, entered the numbers, and began cranking furiously. A steady "ka-ka-ka" sound rang out. Judging by the noise, he was putting some serious strength into it.
Jia Xiu was somewhat curious why this squad had a calculator among its tactical equipment.
Calculating Devil Race data—if they relied on one person cranking a calculator for the results, even assuming no mistakes, no rest, and extreme proficiency, it would still take months of cranking.
"One thousand eight hundred and seventy seconds, Captain!"
Jia Xiu was rather impressed by the Ukmak Empire's calculator craftsmanship. It was no easy feat for it not to fall apart after being cranked that hard.
"So how many minutes are one thousand eight hundred and seventy seconds?!"
"Thirty-one minutes and ten seconds."
Jia Xiu could not help answering first. He had realized that speaking was not an option in the Wolf Pack Squad's internal communication. They basically relied on shouting. Very spirited.
"Oh, that was so much? Mr. Jia Xiu, how did you calculate that so quickly? That's incredible." Arnold praised him sincerely. Arnold genuinely admired people who could do things he could not.
Arithmetic ranked among the most difficult things he could not do, second only