Xiao Xiangzhi, you people on earth really know how to play

Sagittarius, on a remote primitive planet.

Rows of soldiers lined up neatly into the team, and several officers stood on the high platform.

"Are you here?" a hook-nosed officer asked.

"General Qi, General Morris has arrived and is waiting to be connected."

"Well, everything you've been asked to do has been arranged?"

"all the best."

Hooked Nose nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Okay, you can go down."

"Yes."

After a while, a small spaceship landed through identification, and a row of soldiers walked out of the spaceship.

Genn hid the curiosity in his eyes, looked ahead, and observed the surroundings from the corner of his eye.

During the ten days in the Guards Battalion, in addition to daily physical training, he also had to learn a series of courses such as tactical command, mecha driving, and training of thinking tentacles.

The training for the past few days has also made Genn realize a very serious problem - he can't drive mechs.

To be precise, I don’t know how to drive a joystick and keyboard-style mecha. Not to mention that mechas are expensive, and not everyone has the ability to drive them, let alone in the barren land of the Poor Star. Learning to pilot a mecha is not easy either.

Fortunately... the strength of the soldiers of the Guards Battalion is unquestionable. The mechas they use are all two-in-one high-end mechas. The logistics personnel who allocated the equipment gave him a military-standard two-in-one mecha SLA without any doubt. -37.

According to the reminder of the mecha, Genn separated a part of his thinking tentacles to connect to the mecha, and got familiar with it for a while. Because his own thinking tentacles are well developed, he can basically keep up with the progress of the drill, but the movements are still not standard enough.

"The Morris Legion is enlisted!"

After standing in line, Morris stepped off the spaceship belatedly. He was still wearing pure white gloves meticulously. The brim of his military cap cast a shadow that blocked his eyes, and highlighted the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

Maurice walked across rows of soldiers calmly and with long legs.

The soldiers looked fixed on their faces, but secretly followed Morris with vague peripheral vision.

I really can't blame them, Morris is too famous, whether it is strength or appearance, good-looking and powerful people are definitely dazzling in the army.

Thinking of this, the soldier who was accidentally injured by Genn yesterday couldn't help but glanced at him, thinking: "This man is also like General Morris. He was very young when he first saw him driving the mech. After all, he came from a poor star." Yes, I guess you haven't touched a mecha, have you?I didn't expect it to look good in just ten days, as expected geniuses are monsters...'

The eagle-hooked nose said strangely, "You've come."

Morris sat on his seat without looking at the hooked nose, as if he didn't even give him a look.

The face of the hooked nose suddenly darkened a little. Morris was in the same class and had pursued him. The little third-class soldier climbed up to the general, and it was still a military achievement accumulated by real materials, so why not make him jealous.

What's more, he had just been promoted to general, but he heard that this person might be promoted to commander-in-chief!

The hooked nose mocked, "I haven't seen you for a few years, but you're still so unpunctual."

"Heh..." Morris chuckled, turned on the quantum screen, and the time 7:59 was displayed on the screen.

The set time for the notification was 8 o'clock, and he said he was late at all.

The generals of the other legions are used to arriving early. Although they have been waiting for a long time, they are not as direct as the hooked nose to ridicule, not to mention that some factions are biased towards Prince Berg.

Several old generals shook their heads, the boy from Prince White's family is really reckless, and the boy from Berg's family is more stable.

Someone persuaded: "Since it's all here and the time is almost up, let's start."

Every year, the joint military exercises are broadcast live to the top of the empire.

A soldier took out a microphone and said, "The No. 1 Legion is starting to show its results!"

The field was vacated, and the manned mechs of the No. 1 Legion began to demonstrate the training results and tactical arrangements.

The generals nodded in satisfaction, and the hooked nose glanced at Morris complacently, but saw a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph!" I want to see how capable you are.

……

"The next group, the 5th Legion will show!"

The No. 5 Legion is the number Morris was assigned this time.

Genn flew the mecha into the air, arranged the formation, and started with the usual mecha action display, followed by the tactical display.

There are four mechas in a team, one mecha is the attacked party, and the other three are very tacitly moving at the same time. No matter where the mecha in the middle wants to break through, it will be stopped by the two mechas.

And at the same time, it can also take into account enemy planes in other directions, and form a triangle formation with two other friendly planes at any time.

The generals nodded even more, and even praised: "Wonderful, wonderful! This way the enemy aircraft can be exhausted under siege, and it can be linked at any time, and the overall integration is not bad!"

After completing all the actions, Genn returned to the team sweating. Fortunately, the neural access device was fine. If it broke halfway, he would not be able to use the joystick and keyboard.

Finally, the display of the training results of all the legions has been completed, and the drill is basically over. According to the process of previous years, there is one last event, the Mech Showdown.

Each legion sends a soldier, and they all use the standard high-end military mechs. The legions compete with each other, and at the same time compare the shortcomings, adjust and improve each other.

Just when the various legions were about to arrange personnel to prepare in advance, Hooked Nose called out to everyone: "Wait, it's a bit too monotonous for us to do this every year. I suggest adding more restrictions."

Some generals were curious about what he said, and asked, "Oh? What are the restrictions?"

The hooked nose smiled and said: "The generals of the two sides of the duel will designate each other's people to play. In this way, we can test whether everyone has such a strong strength, and rule out the possibility of false drills caused by only the most powerful soldiers playing. .”

"That's... quite interesting."

Seeing someone agreeing, the hooked nose became even more quivering: "Since everyone has no objections, then... I have admired General Morris's ability to lead troops for a long time, why not let us start the first game, what do you think, Morris ?”

Morris hadn't spoken since the beginning, but at this moment he nodded with interest and said, "Please."

With a hooked nose, he hit a soldier: "Just him."

Everyone looked in that direction. An exceptionally tall soldier was at the end of the line. Even though he was watched by the generals, he did not show any stage fright at all, and his imposing eyes were always firm.

But... the soldier didn't seem to perform well in the drill.

The hooked nose rubbed secretly, thinking that he had seen a soldier move a little too slowly at times, presumably he was a weak chicken, and he was perfect for a soldier who was a green leaf to set off his army.

Genn cursed inwardly when he pointed at himself.

Back home.

As soon as the big rock was put down for practice, another one came up immediately.

Genn followed the instructions and stepped forward, straddled his hands, shoulders straight and loose, and stood in front of Morris.

As if feeling his depressed mood, Morris was a little happy. Originally, he wanted Genn to test his bottom line of strength. There was no difference between left and right, but seeing Genn deflated made him inexplicably happy.

Gunn, on the other hand, took advantage of people not paying attention, and stared at Morris stupidly through the cover of his hat.

he is laughing...

The cool and thin lips are slightly pursed, and if you don't look carefully, you can hardly see the upward arc clearly. It is still the same arrogant posture, but the frequency of tapping the index finger in the white glove is a little more casual and playful.

Genn felt that he might be crazy, even one of his fingers felt naughty and cute, and wanted to... wanted to hold him in his mouth, wanted to crush him and embed him together.

Morris randomly ordered a member of the opposing army.

Genn and the other party took over the standard mecha Space New and were about to walk to the competition field, when the hooked nose suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute."

The two stopped.

Hooked Nose looked at his soldiers and said, "If you win, I will give you an amethyst vein."

Purple... Amethyst veins!The soldier saluted with a big movement like chicken blood, and shouted: "Yes!"

The hooked nose looked at Morris, as if expecting what he would say.

Morris pondered for a moment, then met a pair of brown eyes, "If you win..."

Everyone listened with bated breath.

"If you win, then I... promise you one condition."

Genn smiled, stretched his stern brows and eyes, and asked, "Any conditions are acceptable?"

Everyone was taken aback, it was a bit too rude to ask the officer back like this.

Morris raised his chin and snorted coldly: "The premise is that you win."

"I will." Genn nodded at him, and replied firmly, like a solemn promise.

At this moment, the scenes seemed to overlap, and it was the same when Gunn handed him the trophy, saying "here to you" unquestionably and like an oath.

Now he says 'I will'

Morris had an inexplicable premonition.

He will win.

For him, and one condition.

The author has something to say: Let’s talk about metaphysics at two o’clock in the middle of the night