star pact general

"1, 3, 9, 10, 16, 19, 22, 23, 24, 25, the mission failed, the virtual battle field has been closed, and the medical staff are asked to treat the injured on the spot."

"6, 8, 14, 20, 21, complete the task ahead of time."

Ottie stood on the console of the main system, his chestnut ponytail was tied neatly behind his head, his face was serious, and his voice was as flat as a tablet, "For the rest of the team, the mission time has entered the final 3-minute countdown."

Emmons was smoking a cigarette, and more than half of the small cutouts of the 25 [-]D virtual battlefields under his feet had been closed one after another.

"Zefiel, in your opinion, is there anyone among this group of brats who can complete this S-level mission?" He asked casually with his hands behind his back.

Zephyr glanced at the cutting diagram expressionlessly, his eyes were cold and indifferent, and he seemed to think for a while before replying briefly and neatly, "No."

"I think so too."

Emmons snorted from his nose, exhaled the smoke, and said to himself with a light face, "However, the quality of this year's brats is not bad..."

At this moment, on the viewing terrace outside Area A.

"Number 138!"

Olga frowned, raised her voice, and repeated with emphasis, "Your viewing time is over! Now! Go to the e-library immediately!"

"I know, I know!"

Lin Linte waved his hand happily at it, bared his big teeth and laughed, and grabbed the shoulder of a candidate next to him, pointing directly at the assessment playground in the center of Area A, his slender eyes almost squinted, "Nah, nah , buddy, see?! That! The one in the combat uniform! My brother! Successfully completed the mission-ah!"

Olga narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand, lifted his neck easily, and threw him onto the air plane waiting to fly next to him.

So Mengmeng, who was still squinting, unconditionally grasped the top of someone's head with her four paws, followed him in a half circle in the air, and then fell into the airplane.

The candidate just now was in a daze, and everyone who participated in the assessment was wearing combat uniforms!General Emmons' biochemical secretary is so violent!

When Aojia took the six newly arrived candidates to leave by flight plane, the first group of candidates in the assessment site had all ended, and the second group of candidates also entered the [-]D virtual battle field one after another.

At this moment, Basting was panting heavily with his hands on his knees, with a look of dismay, "Damn it! I made two mistakes!"

"I thought you would be eliminated!" Nazkel smiled, and curled his thumb and middle finger with his right hand, lightly flicking a little bit of dark stain on the combat uniform, which was when he was doing the mission just now, The green body fluid that sticks to the xenomorph after killing it.

He glanced at Basting casually, "Zeka made zero mistakes this time. Basting, you have no right to mock him in the future."

Basting frowned, glared at him, and said angrily, "This time, I'm just not ready! Hmph, a crane tail like Zeka's is not worthy of my attention at all!"

Nazkel patted him on the shoulder, with a slight smile on his lips, which gave people a very approachable and elegant feeling, "The assessment of medium and high models will be carried out soon. Well, is Zeka the tail of the crane? Whether it's worth your attention or not, you'll know when the time comes."

"Cut~!"

Basting shook off his hand on his shoulder, his face was very ugly, "Kyle, you have become more and more strange recently! Ever since that idiot No. 138 came!"

Nazkel narrowed his eyes, picked up his equipment bag from the ground, and shrugged at him nonchalantly, "I'm just curious, what are the strengths of the candidates brought by the Great Prince Renault of Planet Lagus himself? .”

"Strengths?!"

Basting seemed to have heard the big joke, "Just that stupid guy who was late for the first day, dressed in a messy military uniform, and wore a white turban on his head?! What strengths can he have? A mere physical fitness level two The following civilians!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the inverted cone platform in the center of the examination site, spread his hands and said, "And, this morning, Prince Renault has already returned to the planet Lagus by ship."

A look of disdain appeared on Bastin's face, "Hmph, in my opinion, that number 138 is just a fool that the eldest prince picked up halfway, and just threw it in the seventh district!"

Nazkel didn't speak, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and the calm, calm, and thick black ink in his eyes returned.

When he passed by Zeka, he even beckoned friendlyly, "Zeka, congratulations on successfully passing the first model examination."

Zeka was stunned for a moment, his cheeks blushed unconsciously, and he replied in embarrassment, "Uh... well, yes, congratulations to you too, Nazkel."

"Hmph~!" Bastin glared at him, raised his chin, and followed his roommate away with a superior attitude, and stood back to Team 5.

"Hoo~!"

Zeka raised the corners of her lips in comfort, and raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her face. The combat uniform on her body was still wet.

He put his hand on his forehead and grinned, Lin Lin, I really passed!

"Candidate No. 69, you are stronger than before." 201 took off his sunglasses, pulled out a smile, and gave him a thumbs up, "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you this time."

Zeka blinked in a daze. This was the first time he heard the biochemical warrior praise himself after he came to the seventh district. The feeling of being recognized was really... very subtle.

"Thank you!"

As he said that, he unconsciously looked at Zephyr. The elder brother who was standing against the light seemed to be covered with a layer of gold powder, which made him almost unable to open his eyes.

If I can also hear my brother's praise...

Zeka shook his head amusedly, and suddenly many fragmentary fragments of his childhood flashed through his mind. It was the immature memories of him when he was young, and he most hoped to be valued and praised by the outstanding brother in the family.

He clenched his fists, pursed his lips and glanced at Zefeier, then turned and returned to Team 2.

Brother, this time, as long as I can become the major general of the seventh district, I will definitely get your attention, right?

Then, I will work harder and harder, at least I can stand where you are!

The potential of human beings is very powerful, especially the tenacious will buried deep in the body, and the power of faith that will never fade away.

Moreover, in many cases, only those who are usually dubbed idiots, underdogs, and without talent at all achieve the same success after firm belief and hard work, or when they show unique advantages that are different from others , will get more hot eyes and unbelievable expressions than others.

Standing on the platform, Zeffier, with his hands behind his back, glanced at his feet indifferently, and the corners of his lips that had been pursed into a straight line all year round unexpectedly raised a small arc——

In this huge military city empire, for a human general who is always called by the battlefield and believed by biochemical warriors, firm belief, tenacious will and self-motivation that never gives up will become his indestructible weapons and armor .

Zeka, you seem to have learned something!

"Oh, this is not good!"

Ammons took a step forward, touched his chin and said to himself, "Tsk, if things go on like this, there will be quite a few little devils left behind after the first model is over!"

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the scorching light of the huge scorching sun gradually faded, and began to slowly slant westward.The crimson nebula clusters also gradually gathered into a piece, supporting the sky above the seventh area, reflecting the dark green and large and small forests below, magnificent and spectacular.

When the last group of candidates finished their tasks one after another and came out of the virtual battlefield panting heavily, the second round of primary model assessment for major generals in District [-] finally came to an end.

Emmons took off his military cap, stuck it on his waist, unbuttoned the two buttons on his chest, looked at his watch again, and said happily, "Hmph~ it's finally over!"

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Zeffir, "Eagle head, report the situation."

"Yes!" Zephyr turned and stood at attention, and saluted him, "A group of 8 people, a second group of 7 people in each of the three groups, a fourth group of 10 people, and a fifth group of 9 people. A total of 41 people passed the second round of the preliminary model exercise assessment. .”

He gave a military salute, paused, and continued to reply, "S-level missions appeared in three groups and were not completed. In addition, including the remaining 52 candidates, there are now a total of 93 candidates in the seventh district. The report is over!"

"Tsk!" Emmons frowned, curled his lips and said, "The pass rate is actually over 30.00% for me, these brats!"

"However—" He narrowed his eyes and smiled, raised his right hand lightly, and made a slight swinging arc, "I'm not so easy to mess with in the seventh district! Hmph, now that the warm-up exercise is over, the next stage is to Seriously give this general a lesson!"

"Yes!"

After the captains of the Eight Little Eagles finished their military salute on the spot, they stepped on the air planes beside them and flew to the huge inverted cone platform, waiting for orders.

Emmons nodded at Zefeier, turned around and stepped on his exclusive flight plane, and said lightly, "Before dinner, all the little devils eliminated will be kicked out!"

"Yes!"

Aojia, who was standing in the flight area of ​​the air plane, handed him a bottle of water, glanced at his watch, and said in a flat voice as usual, "General, the temporary special training site has been completed, and you have an hour to rest after dinner."

"understood."

Emmons raised his head and drooled, glanced at the group of candidates under his feet, and frowned, "Damn, after eating my food for nearly a year, I can't even complete a warm-up exercise! Those bastards know how to fucking force people into my hands! Crazy! A group of young masters scold me! They are all from some famous family, they are so fucking fancy..."

Although the system in Olga's body automatically listed a series of responses, it was very sensible and didn't say anything.

The overall grades of this batch of candidate students should be the best in the past, right? !Hasn't the pass rate of the initial model drill already broken the record of District 30.00, exceeding [-]%? !

Besides, apart from those aristocrats who came purely to experience the military life in District [-], there are indeed a few sons of generals, and their usual training results are not bad!

However, according to the perfect analysis of the chip system, none of these candidates will pass the final assessment.

General Emmons' ultimate assessment standard...

Even Lieutenant General Zephyr and Lieutenant General Cohen did not obtain the rank of "Major General of the Seventh District of the Brook Empire"...

"General, at nine o'clock tomorrow, you will conduct an assessment of the rules and regulations of the Galaxy Army Alliance for the six newly arrived candidates."

Aojia stepped on the button resolutely, and the flight plane took off quickly, "Tonight, please watch less human sex education films, so as to ensure that you will not fall asleep during the assessment tomorrow."

Emmons, "..."

"By the way, three or ten minutes ago, there was a one-line contact from the planet Lagus. The second prince of Lei Ze will arrive in the seventh district within fifteen days. As his exclusive instructor, please be ready to welcome him."

"What?!" Emmons felt his scalp tingle when he thought of that mischievous brat whose eyes were dripping all day long, "Olga, I've been feeling unwell lately..."

"My system scan shows that you are in very good health."

"..."