star pact general

When Lin Lin just saw the outer playground of the training base in Area A, his expression was basically that of eating a dead fly.

Zeka took off his military cap and hung it on his waist, moved his neck, wrists and ankles one by one, stretched his arms and did a few chest expansion exercises, looked at his watch, smiled, turned to him and said relaxedly, "Lin Lin, I ran 32 laps in Zone A. My current record is 11 minutes and 45 seconds. If you run for the first time, [-] minutes should be enough, right?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, Lin Linji turned to look at him, "How long is the circle?"

Zeka widened his eyes and looked at him incredulously, "This kind of common sense problem, all candidates who decide to enter the seventh district to receive the most rigorous military training will prepare comprehensive materials in advance. You won't tell me, You don't know anything, do you?!"

Lin Lin rolled her eyes, the young master has only been here for less than two days, if he knew everything, he would be a god.

Receiving his look of "I just don't know anything", Zeka held his forehead and shook his head, activated the energy communication light screen on his wrist, switched the function button, and called up a three-dimensional satellite map. After zooming in, point to it Said to Lin Lin, "This is the distribution map of the Seventh District's military area. The Seventh District covers a total area of ​​73 square kilometers, with a total perimeter of 58 kilometers. The defensive barrier is composed of multiple infrared rays."

Glancing at the time displayed on the communication light screen, Zeka sped up his speech, "Now, I will only give you the simplest introduction, and I will explain the rest of the necessary knowledge to you in detail at dinner."

Huh?why not lunch

Lin Lin wondered for a moment, then immediately adjusted her mentality, pursed her lips, put on a serious face, and nodded solemnly.

"There are eight major military points in the seventh area, namely, the biological and chemical military command office located in the center of the cardinal - the Seventeen Golden Pagoda, the ring-shaped building that surrounds it - the weapons and equipment depot, and the three major open-air military bases built around it. Training base - front A, left B, right C, behind is a three-dimensional long building - a food base, parallel to it is a fully enclosed square building - a new weapon research and development center, and [-] kilometers further back is a military center ——Heterogeneous management of the prison.”

While speaking, Zeka cooperated with his hands, pulling out and zooming in on each virtual building in the three-dimensional satellite map in turn.

Afterwards, he confirmed the time, turned off the communication light screen, took off Lin Lin’s military cap and hung it on his side for him, and continued, “The total strength of the Seventh District is maintained between 1.5 and 2. It is divided into Eight Eagles and Twelve Dragons, and Lieutenant General Zephyr and Special General Emmons are in charge of them respectively."

"Of course, General Emmons also has the right to manage the Eight Little Eagles, but the Twelve Dragons are a huge corps directly subordinate to the Seventh District General."

"Damn it! Add another 1 people and you'll be a group army!" Lin Lin's eyes lit up and his blood boiled.

Zeka glanced at him and continued, "Our Major General Candidates will be divided into Eight Little Eagles Teams, and the [-] biochemical fighters of the same team will be in charge of each captain, and the daily training will basically be together."

"Wow! So handsome! Hey, Zeka, which team are you in?"

"Hehe, I'm a member of Team 2."

"Damn! 201 is your comrade-in-arms?!"

Zeka glanced at his watch again, nodded and smiled, "Area A is the smallest of the three open-air training bases. We are lucky this time. There are only fifteen laps for a 1000-meter lap. It's eight o'clock short of five minutes. If you want to get rid of your number title, don't fall too far behind me, candidate number 138!"

Zeka's last voice suddenly rose, and when he finished speaking, his body rushed out like an arrow from the string, leaving only a shaking phantom in Lin Lin's vision.

"Fortunately, one lap is 1000 meters, only fifteen laps..."

The corners of his mouth twitched again, and Lin Lin suddenly remembered the scene yesterday when Renault carried him and three biochemical warriors including 201 on his back, running at a speed close to a sports car, and finally figured it out, "So it was taught to death by Emmons Trained! It's so fucking perverted!"

"Grandma's leg! Go all out! Emmons, look, the young master insists on becoming your major general!"

With a loud roar, Lin Lin ran after Zeka, "Number 69! Who allowed you to call me by my number code!"

Aojia stood in a hidden corner on the outskirts of Area A, with a serious expression, her chestnut ponytail was neatly tied behind her head, and the light control work she had been doing all year round was spread out on her F-cup chest.

It uses the pupil positioning system to lock the new candidates No. 10, No. 37, and No. 138 on the runway. The system quickly scans their bones to make a physical judgment, "No. 10, No. 37 can be completed within 45 minutes, and No. Finished in minutes."

Slightly frowning, Aojia scanned the bones of No. 138 again, and the system made a more precise analysis, "No. 138, the exact time to complete fifteen laps of physical running is 63 minutes and 17 seconds."

"..." Olga took out an apple from his pocket and took a bite, "Number 138, the probability of being fired by General Emmons within three days is [-]%."

Beads of sweat kept dripping down his cheeks, Lin Lin felt that his muscles were so weak that he couldn't control his body, his legs felt like lead, and his teeth began to ache.

In fact, he has good physical fitness, and since he was a child, he has been pestering Papa Lin to teach him things in the army.

However, in this future galaxy that Lin Lin came to, any ordinary person back on the distant earth would not be an ordinary person. Abnormal evolution has created abnormal physical fitness.

He gasped and said weakly, "No...it can't be done...Zeka..."

"If you want to become a major general in the seventh district, how can you just say the word of giving up?!" Zeka had a serious face, and he was running for the friend he just made after he finished fifteen laps early.

This nerd!

Lin Lin rolled her eyes, "Anyway...anyway, no one...look...look..."

Zeka pointed somewhere, "Olga, General Emmons' biochemical secretary, has been there since the beginning!"

"..." Lin Lin's eyes darkened for a while.

"This distance that ordinary people can run in 45 minutes, I ran in 48 minutes and 07 seconds for the first time. I didn't expect that you are the same as me at the beginning, and you are all below the second level of physical fitness."

Zeka didn't change his face and heartbeat, and pointed to the front and encouraged loudly, "But can't I still finish the overtime run now?! You can too!"

After speeding up a few steps, he turned around and yelled at Lin Lin while standing still, "Substitute student No. 138! You've already spent 52 minutes, and there are still two laps left. If you can't finish within 6 minutes, there will be a delay." Twenty points will be deducted for the assembly of candidates at nine o'clock!"

"Candidate No. 138", very good, two tendons popped out of the forehead.

"Twenty points deducted", very good, three square ribs popped out of the forehead.

The face and facial features began to be shrouded in clouds. Lin Lin clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He increased his speed and shouted while running wildly, "No. 69! Grandma's leg, your sister! Master Lin didn't have [-] points deducted for you!"

Olga pinched the watch on time, "57 minutes and 01 seconds."

It looked at Lin Lin thoughtfully, ticked off the mark on the light control workbook, and smiled slightly, "He is the guy who screamed and asked 201 to activate the simulated human intuition area this morning, Lin Lin."

He didn't eat breakfast, ran [-] on an empty stomach, Lin Lin, who was standing among the candidates, was physically and mentally exhausted, his mouth was dry, and he was hungry, but none of these things made him the most irritable.

What made him most irritable was that Renault, who was standing next to Emmons, was looking at him with a smile on his face, and there were all kinds of gossip pouring into his ears from all directions.

"He is No. 138, the cadet who said he would wear the black and gold-rimmed military uniform like General Emmons..."

"It turned out to be him, the guy who was trained late this morning..."

"Strange, I didn't seem to see him at dinner time last night..."

"I heard that he was brought by Prince Renault..."

"Tsk tsk, it turns out there is a background..."

"Impossible! General Emmons didn't release any water this morning..."

"That's right, the Seventh District is the most stringent military base in the galaxy. It is said that when Prince Renault was a cadet here, General Emmons didn't let him suffer less..."

"Zeka seems to have made friends with him..."

"Hmph, Zeka? That kind of weak guy, compared to his brother, is nothing to look at..."

"Bastin, don't say that, Zeka is much stronger than before..."

"Much stronger?! I have been in the seventh district for a year, and I can't even complete the weight-bearing cross-country training every morning. This is also called strong—— eh!"

His right hand formed a fist, and he swung it across in an instant. Lin Lin raised his left hand to hold his right wrist, shook his neck, looked coldly at the man who was half a head taller than him, and curled his mouth, "201 told me, always pay attention to military appearance Appearance is an essential quality for every outstanding fighter. I see that not only did you not wash your face this morning, you didn't brush your teeth, did you?!"

"Bastard! Dare to hit me?!" Bastin covered his left cheek, his face was flushed, his eyes were wide open, and he waved his hand to hit me back.

"Basting, don't be impulsive! Generals Emmons and General Renault are here!" A slightly more stable candidate next to him held his arm, lowered his voice and frowned.

Lin Lin snorted coldly, narrowed her slender eyes slightly, and snorted in a ruffian way, "Your mouth is not clean, you are the one who hit you, what's the matter?!"

Zeka on the side blushed, stretched out his hand and pulled him behind, pursed his lips tightly, walked over, leaned forward slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Bastin, I'm sorry."

Bastin snorted, "Yo! Zeka, I don't see that you have a guy who is as stupid as you as your friend!"

"Grandma, your sister! Master Lin must beat you to the ground——"

"Candidate No. 138!" Lancer frowned and pressed Lin Lin's shoulder, glanced at Zeka, turned his head and said to Basting in a deep voice, "Candidate No. 1, return!"

Basting gave Lin Lin a hard look, and stood back with a livid face.

Lin Lin curled her lips in a sly manner, and stood back beside Zeka.

Lei Nuo squinted his silver eyes, and when he looked at Lin Lin, the smile in his eyes deepened.

Emmons tilted his head with a cigarette in his mouth, and smiled at a handsome and stern-looking lieutenant general behind him, "Zefiel, your brother has made a good friend!"

Zephyr didn't speak, and looked at Lin Lin meaningfully, and then glanced at Zeka lightly. The face that has not seen a smile all the year round, if you look carefully, there are indeed some soft and small arcs.

After listening to Olga's brief report, Emmons looked at the 177 major general candidates in front of him and said loudly, "Now, I will assign the eight new Eagles to the six new candidates!"

"No. 79, Team 1!"

"Have!"

"No. 138, Team 2!"

"Have!"

"No. 6, Team 4!"

"Have!"

"No. 31, Team 6!"

"Have!"

"No. 10, Team 7!"

"Have!"

"No. 37, Team 8!"

"Have!"

"Okay!" Emmons breathed out a puff of smoke, "Now, the new recruits from each team will be taken by Aojia to the electronic library. Three days later, the assessment of the rules and regulations of the Galaxy Army Alliance will be conducted uniformly! The rest of the candidates will be led by the team captains. Area B training! Disband!"