Chapter 4

Back in the dormitory, I was still brooding over today's defeat, because I had to admit that part of the reason for the tournament's failure was that my level was too poor and I held the whole team back.

That captain of "NoNoYes" was so polite to me likely because he recognized me, because I also found him somewhat familiar, as if we had competed in the national Quake tournament.

Of course, his Quake skills never posed any threat to me, but now he's acting all high and mighty playing CS, damn it!

I pressed the power button on the computer. Since I asked my teammates to collect tactics, I, as the captain, naturally couldn't be an exception. Although this school wasn't great in other aspects, I was quite satisfied that the dormitory was connected to broadband.

There are many ways to collect tactics, and copying from the database on the homepages of well-known teams is naturally the fastest method. Of course, these teams certainly wouldn't be kind enough to throw the tactics they had painstakingly figured out onto the street for resource sharing, but instead, they cherished them, using one firewall after another to symbolically hide their well-known secrets behind ** while wasting their own not-so-abundant online space.

However, for me, a hacker named "Lucifer" who was also somewhat famous online, these firewalls could really only serve a symbolic purpose.

My targets were first some domestic team homepages, because my future opponents were mainly these domestic friends, and Sun Bin once said a very reasonable thing: know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Hehehe.

What? You say this is unethical? You must know, my creed is: all within the four seas are brothers. What is a brother? A brother is someone you use to pay the bill when eating, someone to use as a cushion when being scolded, someone to answer for you when skipping class, someone to use to escape when clashing with hooligans... and a brother's things are my things, and my things are of course still my things, like Xu Ge is my good brother.

All I have to do now is just take a look at my brothers' webpages...

"If the first round pistol battle is lost, it's best for the whole team to run naked to the opponent's base and beg for a quick death to save time and money, ensuring that better weapons can be bought in the third round..."

"If the rules allow, you might as well keep provoking them with language in the public channel, there's a high chance it will distract the opponent..."

"If you are playing as a policeman and are lucky enough to kill the terrorist carrying the C4 explosive, your best choice is for everyone to ambush near the explosive package on the ground to ambush the terrorists coming to pick it up. Of course, if you are a terrorist, you can also throw the package directly on the ground and then ambush nearby to wait for curious policemen..."

Damn it! What is all this stuff?! After reading countless nonsense like this from my brothers, I finally understood one thing: why Chinese Counter-Strike players lose repeatedly in international tournaments...

What I wanted wasn't this kind of joke-like stuff, but real analysis of maps, the assignment and positioning of team members, the setting of crossfire points, and how the captain can quickly issue orders at the start of a round!

Helpless, my target turned to the European internet, but I couldn't get into the homepage of the previous champion, the Swedish team "Virgin Mary". It seemed there were experts sitting in charge. So my target locked onto the homepage of the German team =HISTORY=.

Half an hour later, I successfully entered their core database and diverted the anti-tracking signal to the part of the school database that managed exams. After copying everything, I wiped away the traces I left when I came in, and with trembling hands, I opened the data I had just obtained.

No wonder they say Germans are rigorous, look at how their tactical analysis is written: a map is drawn according to precise proportions, marking offensive and defensive points, using different colored pens to outline the movement of each person for different tactics, and the time to reach each key point is accurate to the second... and what the captain has to do first is to announce which tactic to use at the start of a round.

For example, the captain types: B02210. That is tactic B, and among the 5 routes, two people go to the second and third routes each, and one person goes to the fourth route. Of course, who goes where must be agreed upon in advance. This way, the offense is like mercury flowing on the ground, and the defense is like a net covering the sky, everyone knows who is where, and as soon as someone dies, they know where the breakthrough point is, and mutual defense can be done without saying a word... (Note 1)

"German brothers, you are really good, I will visit often..." I put my hands together and thanked them silently. From then on, every night I righteously visited the databases of a nest of brothers, slowly walking out with Germany as the center, and a few months later, my footprints of visiting brothers were left all over the world...

"Ring~~~~" the phone rang.

"Hey, Boss? Someone has scheduled a practice match with us, it's said to be a top four team from the last tournament, called ★BigBoss★." Xu Ge's voice was full of schadenfreude.

"I know," holding the data, I was calm and confident, "When is the match?"

"Tomorrow morning!"

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"If the first round pistol battle is lost, it's best for the whole team to run naked to the opponent's base and beg for a quick death..."

Rip, rip, rip, I tore up the "data" Xu Ge and the others had collected, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it a few times, then took out the tactical data I had just "stolen" from my German brothers, "There's half an hour left before the match starts, you all memorize these, and there will be a test in 20 minutes. Those who don't pass will treat everyone to dinner tonight."

I had memorized it for half the night, hehe.

They were all experts, and after a few glances, their eyes lit up. Xu Ge smiled ingratiatingly: "Boss, this data is really great, but there's too much of it. Why don't we just memorize the tactics for one map... It's a map-selection tournament anyway, I don't think the opponent will make it too hard for us..."

I hesitated for a moment, and between dinner and victory, I finally chose the latter, "Fine, then you just memorize the tactics for Aztec (the drawbridge)!" Anyway, Xu Ge could treat me to dinner anytime...

At this time, the BigBoss people had arrived. The captain was a guy with long hair. He came over and shook my hand, smiling: "What, studying new tactics?"

Xu Ge and the others didn't make a sound, still lowering their heads and memorizing frantically.

"No, we're reading Martin Luther King's 'I Have a Dream'." I answered him casually, "You know, the most important thing before a match is confidence, we're cultivating confidence."

That guy shook his hair and smiled again: "What a coincidence, the purpose of us looking for you for a match is also to cultivate confidence." The few guys behind him laughed in cooperation.

I ignored his provocation, "See you at the match later."

"By the way, which map are we playing on later?" The long-haired guy seemed to still have something to say.

"You pick a map you're good at, we'll accompany you." I spread my hands casually, but Xu Ge and the others were instantly covered in cold sweat.

However, the opponent's reaction was the same as I had imagined. The long-haired guy shook his head coolly, "We're just as strong on any map!"

"Then let's play Aztec (the drawbridge)!" I deliberately pretended not to care.

The match was about to start. There were many onlookers, of course, the objects of attention were not us. I turned my head to look, only Yang Mo seemed to have finished memorizing, the others were still burying their heads in that piece of paper. I looked at my own hands, took a deep breath and said:

"I have a dream!..."

Today is the starting point!

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I recalled the pointers on the data and quickly typed: A0410

And so, those four people obediently swarmed into the small house at the bridgehead, stood in position, and waited for the terrorists to arrive, while I, holding a pistol and 3 grenades, guarded alone opposite the main door of the terrorists.

The opponent was indeed worthy of being a top four team in Beijing. Following a flashbang, all five of them rushed out from the main door. There was no hesitation at all when they went out, and in just an instant, they had set up a line of fire, preparing to occupy the bomb planting point opposite the main door.

Rush! Five people rushing one route, this tactic is simple and direct, although it has a bit of luck, its lethality cannot be ignored!

While hiding, I threw the various grenades in my hand, then jumped out shakily and fired with my pistol. Since the five of them were standing together, I didn't need to aim to hit every shot. However, there was still a quantitative gap between one pistol and five pistols, and soon I became a brother of a sieve, and the screen in front of me turned black.

I prayed silently in my heart: I hope my teammates notice the news of my death and rush to support the main door... If so, they would probably engage in about 3 seconds...

Half a minute later, it was still dead silent.

Seeing no police support, the terrorists quickly occupied the bomb planting point, leaving one person to plant the bomb, and the remaining four formed a team, preparing to clear out the police. Of course, they didn't need to do this originally, the bomb exploding would count as their victory. However, I could also understand their thinking, in old Beijing dialect, it's: seeing a coward makes one unable to control their fire!

But what surprised us all was that the four terrorists clearing the police happened to pass by the bridgehead hut, and even more coincidentally, one of them poked his head in to take a look, and immediately fell backward with blood spurting from his head. You must know, Xu Ge's point-shooting had been tempered by the Quake RailGun (laser railgun), so pistol shooting was naturally not a problem, and that guy only poked a big head in...

Just when everyone was stunned, Andy immediately jumped out, roared: "go! go! go!" and lifted his hand to blow up another good head. Immediately after, Yang Mo and Xu Ge took care of the other two, and Xiao K, not wanting to be outdone, rushed straight toward the last remaining terrorist at the bomb planting point, only to be easily killed by the terrorist who had turned grief into strength. When everyone thought there wasn't enough time and the bomb was about to explode, Yang Mo, after killing the last terrorist, touchingly took out a defuser. He had even saved 200 yuan from his not-so-abundant 800 yuan in the first round to buy the defuser, he was truly a model policeman!

The second round began. After the previous practice match, we fully understood what we should do when the opponent had pistols and we had submachine guns, and the opponent also fully understood this, so when we walked to the terrorist spawn point, a group of terrorists had already greeted us enthusiastically with glock18s. We didn't hesitate, and dense bullets poured onto these poor people...

From the third round on, the match entered a tug-of-war. The opponent was obviously a bit impatient, causing the originally smooth coordination to have discordant notes, while on our side, the characteristics of each team member were gradually brought into play. Xu Ge's accuracy, Yang Mo's stability, Andy's ferocity, Xiao K's sneakiness, and my... um... this... my comprehensiveness (Xu Ge: I vomit, I vomit wildly), plus our advantage in one-on-one encounters, finally maintained the advantage of the first two rounds to the end.

13:7! =LOST= victory!

Yang Mo pushed up his glasses, "Just as I imagined..."

"Screw you! Why didn't anyone provide backup in the first round?!" I slammed my fist on the table.

"This move of ours is a famous strategy: waiting for the rabbit! It really achieved miraculous results.." Xu Ge was still laughing.

"Hehehe, my tactic was successful, right? I carried this move through to the end..." Xiao K looked smug.

Andy was still spitting as he talked: "...it was too late, then it was fast, I saw myself leap, shooting left and right..."

"Flying pig in the blue sky..." Yang Mo had that fox-like smile again.

The BigBoss people had already left, without saying goodbye. Because excitement and noise always belong only to the winners...

"It seems that the existence of tactics really played a big role... and the fact that we were tied in the last few rounds despite having the advantage was because we threw the tactics aside again in those rounds..." I concluded very deeply.

"Don't play practice matches starting tomorrow, take those guys who fight on their own in the internet café's local area network as opponents, and practice the tactical positioning on each map well!" I announced the conclusion.

"Received!" This bunch of guys was full of energy.

I was thinking: which brother's database should I borrow tactics from tonight?...

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Note 1: It's not that simple in a real match. If tactics are too rigid, it will affect the performance of team members. Positioning and movement are of course necessary, but being able to adapt to circumstances is the guarantee of true victory.

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