star pact general

Zeka raised his hand to look at his watch, and then looked up at his friend, frowning more and more tightly.

"Stupid... idiot!"

Lin Lin jumped to a distance of 20 meters from him, leaned on the ground, and shouted weakly, "Don't...don't wait for me, prepare well for the exam, don't embarrass your buddies!"

Zeka stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly became speechless.

"... What are you doing standing there stupidly?"

Lin Lin wiped his face with his sleeve, folded his hands behind his head, continued to leapfrog backwards, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Tomorrow, I will finish the training with weights early!"

With a jump, he jumped in front of Zeka, bowed his head and gasped for a few breaths, winked at his friend Shan in a naughty manner, and shouted loudly, "When the time comes, I'll go cheer you on! Don't be a fucking idiot! "

"En!" Seeing him nodding solemnly, Zeka stood at attention and saluted, clenched his fist with his right hand and hammered his chest inward, showing a confident smile, "Lin Lin, I will definitely become the major general of the seventh district!"

Lin Lin raised the corners of her lips, snorted, and tugged, "Then work hard, this genius can surpass you at any time!"

"You'd better surpass me physically first!"

Zeka smiled, turned around and ran to the weapons and equipment warehouse, waving at him with his back, "After dinner, I will send you the list of equipment to be brought for tomorrow's weight-bearing training! Remember to bring more sealed bags, and help me collect the black triangle. Take a step!"

"Your sister!"

His temples were throbbing, Lin Lin took a small step back, his face was already flushed, he looked up at the sky, and scolded his mother, "Grandma, take care of your legs! It's so hot! You sent me to this bird place , just let me play weight-bearing running with this group of metamorphically evolved humans? Are you kidding me, huh?!"

Aojia leaned behind a target, closed the light control workbook and tucked it under her armpits, folded her arms around her chest, looked at the gradually shortening shadow of the target on the ground, and said calmly, "It's really hot today, let 1731 give it to me at noon. Give me a bottle of watermelon juice!"

Then, it turned its head and glanced at the only guy on the playground who was still leaping backwards, and raised the decibel and shouted, "Number 138, there are still 11 minutes, speed up!"

"Hurry up, sister!" Lin Lin gritted out three words from between his teeth, his breath was like gossamer, like a mosquito humming.

The blue cross-country military uniform on his body has been soaked countless times, and the sweat on his face can't stop dripping down his chin. Every time he jumps, his calf feels like a cramp.

Now he can still dance, relying entirely on tenacity and perseverance.

Two laps to go.

Lin Lin curled his lips, his slender eyes were full of confidence and pride, he frowned and began to jump back more dramatically, "Hmph, I'm not just a guy who can only shout empty slogans, becoming a major general of the seventh district is my responsibility. Grandpa is the first step to realize your dream!"

He gritted his teeth, bouncing around, with sweat mixed on his face showing a smug smile, "Look, Emmons, I will definitely wear the dark red and white military uniform of the Seventh District!"

Mengmeng crouched in the shadow of another target, licked her little paws, rolled her eyes, raised her blue ball tail, and walked slowly in small steps towards the Seventeen Golden Pagoda.

It's too hot, I have to go back and report to the big master first.

Different from the monotonous corporal punishment atmosphere on Lin Lin's side, at this moment, on the outer playground of Area C, the largest military training base in the seventh area, the biochemical fighters of the Eight Little Eagles and the candidates who qualified for the major general assessment have already arrived one after another.

There are so many people and the atmosphere is extremely warm.

Uniform blue combat uniforms, all original military caps replaced with navy blue camouflage headscarves.

Slightly different from the biochemical warriors, the military uniforms and black boots of the candidates each have a five-yellow star as a distinguishing mark.

Basting rubbed his hands and said excitedly, "Kyle, that's great! As long as we can pass the second round of preliminary training this time, we can enter the intermediate training!"

Unlike his roommate's over-excitement, Nazkel was much calmer and calmer. He adjusted the function button on the sunglasses and said calmly, "Bastin, you are too excited. The second round of first-model rehearsals is not good. As easy as you think."

Pulling out the hand with the laser gun from the waist, he flipped it in his hand and said to himself, "Kyle, take it easy, we didn't make a single mistake in the first round of practice. No matter how difficult the task of the second round is, Our success rate will not be lower than 90.00%."

With a snort, Nazkel bent down to check all the combat equipment again, and said in a deep voice, "The total pass rate of the first model drill in the seventh district will not exceed 30.00% every year. You should be more serious!"

Bastin pouted embarrassingly, and muttered in a low voice, "Then I will definitely be a member of that 30.00%..."

Nazkel shook his head helplessly. How can it be so easy to pass the major general assessment, especially the major general assessment of the seventh district?

As a major general at the lowest level of the military departments of various countries in the galaxy, it can be said to be a concentrated expression of a country's basic military strength.

Although it is not as good as the abnormal assessment level of the middle and special generals, the major general assessment is still very strict.

Moreover, in terms of its content and form alone, it is more detailed than the previous two levels of assessment.

Major generals from various countries will be assessed in accordance with the standards of the galaxy military alliance, which will be divided into three phases—primary simulation exercise, intermediate simulation exercise, and advanced simulation exercise.

The first stage of assessment, the initial model drill, is divided into two rounds.

The major general candidates participating in the assessment will lead a temporary team composed of ten biochemical fighters, and conduct task assessment in the three-dimensional virtual battlefield according to the tasks of different levels drawn in advance.

During the entire mission process, the team of candidate candidates may encounter dozens of scattered low-level and mid-level alien species, and may also fall into some special difficulties.

At this stage, the test is whether a major general candidate has the ability to formulate the optimal combat plan for the smallest unit.

After the two rounds of assessment, those who make three or more mistakes will be expelled.

(Note: In the two rounds of preliminary model exercises, the assessment format is exactly the same except that the task level increases in turn.)

The second stage of assessment, the model drill.

The content and format are basically the same as those of the first model exercise, with a slight difference that the middle model exercise will increase the task level and difficulty, and for each candidate participating in the assessment, the number of team leaders will also increase to [-] biochemical warriors.

The larger the number of teams, the higher the requirements for the team leader's combat command ability.

After the assessment, those who make two or more mistakes will be expelled.

The third stage of assessment, high-level drills.

On the basis of the mid-model exercise, the major general candidate will still lead a team of twenty biochemical warriors, but this time his team will enter the [-]D virtual battlefield and directly face-to-face confrontation with [-] high-level aliens. Actual combat, no mistakes allowed.

Finally, if the team can successfully break through and rescue the hostages, and the member casualty rate is 0, it is determined that the candidate has completed the actual combat assessment.

Then, for these candidate students who finally passed the major general's actual combat assessment, the top person in charge of their military region will make an overall evaluation of their comprehensive ability in the assessment.

For those who meet the standards, the person in charge will send the military records with signed evaluation opinions to the military department for review.

After the approval of the military department is correct, the candidate can officially become a serving major general.

Therefore, even if the Seventh District with the devil silver-haired general, Emmons, can pass the three-stage actual combat assessment of major general, he may not be able to graduate with the rank of "major general" from here.

This is also the reason why the seventh district of the Brook Empire, which is famous throughout the Venus system, has never produced a major general over the years.

(Of course, except for the super military genius who was directly promoted from a candidate to a special general—Prince Renault.)

But it is precisely because of this that every day, countless passionate and confident youths from the empire and famous families from various planets squeeze into the seventh district with the help of strong relationships, and voluntarily become candidates under Emmons.

The corners of his lips twitched slightly, and Nazkel stuck his laser gun on his waist, patted his roommate on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Bastin, you have to remember that in the seventh district, the major general assessment is the most difficult. The first test will always be General Emmons. And the assessment of General Emmons will continue at each stage, and no one knows what his evaluation criteria are."

Basting shrugged indifferently, with an unconcealed pride on his face, "Kyle, my father owns the largest gold mine in the Brook Empire, and my mother is an empress of the Bordin nobles. As long as I give Emmons a little favor, I think he will do it Be a human being. Besides, I have good qualifications."

With a snort, Nazkel lowered his head and straightened his combat uniform, "Based on your words, General Emmons should also judge you to fail."

"Cut~" Bastin glanced at him and stopped talking.

Zeffier stood on the flight plane, with his feet slightly apart, and two lacquered battle guns on the military uniform belt on his waist.

Behind him are eight identical air planes, hanging side by side, on which are the captains of the eight Kitty Hawks standing one by one, all wearing yellow-green camouflage combat uniforms, with a serious expression and a very heroic look, which makes people feel passionate impulse.

"Eagle Head, all the teams and the 125 candidates who participated in this major general assessment are all in place." A virtual image of a biochemical female warrior with exactly the same appearance as Olga suddenly jumped out of Zephyr's wrist energy communication light screen.

It and Olga belong to the same batch of special combat biochemical female warriors of the Imperial Army——Oti, who has successively served as the assistant to the captain of the Eighth Eagle Team in the Seventh District.

Zeffier nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Ten hours, clear and close all signal sources in Area A, equip the 24D virtual battlefield for the second round of preliminary model assessment, and assign biochemical soldiers to be on duty [-] hours a day."

"Yes." Ottie gave a military salute, and the communication light screen was turned off.

Zephyr still looked taciturn and indifferent, he glanced down.

In sight, every candidate student who is about to participate in the major general assessment tomorrow morning has a look of joy and excitement on his face.

Indeed, they have basically received Emmons' devil training in the seventh district for more than eight months.

The young kid is always confident and arrogant. Everyone yearns for the dark red and white military uniform of the seventh district, and everyone wants to become a historical figure in the seventh district.

However, self-confidence and passion are not enough.

Zeffier raised his right hand and said calmly, "The final preparation time for each team is eight hours, and the lunch will be delivered by the biochemical soldiers on duty."

After speaking, he made a forward gesture, and after the eight team leaders saluted immediately, the air plane swooped down instantly, reaching the head of each team leader.

Lancer glanced at Zeka in the team. He had already made two mistakes in the first round of practice. If he made another mistake this time, he would be fired.

Unlike the other candidates in each team, they are paired in two or three to check each other's combat equipment together.

Zeka was completely alone, and everyone else seemed to be deliberately keeping a distance from him, a guy with extremely poor qualifications.

Fortunately, he has long been used to this kind of thing, and he is completely unaffected.

Besides, now he also has a very good best friend.

"When the time comes, I'll go cheer you on! Don't be a fucking idiot!"

The words Lin Lin yelled at him suddenly flashed in his mind, Zeka wiped the sweat from his forehead and grinned.

He clenched his fist with his right hand, and solemnly placed the tiger's mouth inward at the heart of his left chest, with a firm smile and a confident and unyielding expression on his face——

Lin Lin, although I can't participate in the major general assessment with you.But, I promise, before you become a major general in the seventh district, I will definitely put on the dark red and white border military uniform before you!

Lancer was stunned for a moment, looking at Zeka's movements and expressions, he suddenly thought of the famous empire general Zeris, the genius general who was invincible in the galaxy war!

Smiling slightly, Lancer stood on the airplane with his hands behind his back, and shifted his gaze to 201. Well, this time, thanks to 201, not only did he pick up a good player, but he also had an infectious tenacity.

Meeting the captain's strange gaze, 201, "..."