star pact general

"No. 138!" Emmons yelled at the communication light screen with a deep voice.

Lin Lin, who was still sleepwalking, was taken aback, her dull eyes finally found focus, and her bewildered brain slowly resumed operation.

ah!From today onwards, I will be a major general candidate!

"No. 138!" Emmons yelled again.

Lin Lin's ears were buzzing, and she suddenly felt like an iron-blooded army.

He immediately cheered up, with a happy face, raised his head and responded loudly, "Here!"

"Aim at the communication light screen on your wrist and answer! No. 138 comes out!" Emmons took a cigarette in his mouth, squinted at him, and turned his head to the beautiful biochemical secretary Olga behind him, "Report for being late for the [-]-kilometer weight-bearing training. Once, [-] points were deducted for military appearance."

With a serious expression, Aojia ticked off one by one according to the regulations on the optical control workbook in her hand.

"What?!" Lin Lin suddenly raised his voice and successfully attracted the attention of all the major general candidates and biochemical soldiers. He looked stunned, "No one told me to train with weights? Why is my military appearance out of shape?"

Looking down, he curled his lips, "...Even if it's not very neat, it's not worth deducting twenty points!"

"Twenty points deducted for contradicting the superior!"

Emmons exhaled a puff of smoke ring, looked at him and shouted, "I will be fired three times for being late for the weight-bearing training in the morning! I will be fired for three mistakes in the elementary simulation exercises! I will be fired for two mistakes in the intermediate and advanced simulation exercises! I will be fired after 138 points are deducted! Violation of the Galaxy Army Dismissed from the league rules and regulations! Dismissed for not complying with the discipline of the seventh district! No. [-], do you have any questions!"

"no!"

His face suddenly turned pale, Lin Lin yelled at the communication light screen on his left wrist, and clenched his right hand tightly, Lei Nuo! !

"Very good!" Emmons smiled and blinked at him.

Looking down at the time displayed on the communication light screen, he continued to shout, "Now, No. 138 and No. 10, No. 37, No. 69, No. 105, and No. 118 who have not completed the weight-bearing training on time go to the training base in Area A along the outer playground. Run fifteen laps! The rest of the fighters disband on the spot! All the candidates gather on time after a short rest!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers in blue military uniforms and the mid-level general captains in the front row each wearing yellow-green and black-edged military uniforms held their heads high and their heels closed together with a "snap" without even a single noise. Their movements were uniform and standard military etiquette .

Lin Lin stood there dumbfounded.

201 and 205 looked at each other, and 205 clenched his fist in front of his chest, raised his head slightly, "General Emmons is indeed the best general in the Galaxy Alliance!"

201 nodded, the system re-analyzed and came to a new conclusion - the bet with candidate No. 138, the winning rate increased by 150%.

The tense face in the morning finally relaxed. It moved its eyes to Lin Lin, hesitated for a moment, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder sympathetically as a sign of encouragement, "Candidate No. 138, don't be discouraged, you still have Chance."

Lin Lin began to tremble all over, and her shoulders swayed more and more frequently.

201 thought he was crying, sighed, and began to search the database for comforting words.

Just as it was about to speak, Lin Lin raised his head suddenly, his slender eyes gleaming, clasped his hands heavily on its shoulders, raised his head and laughed, "So handsome! So handsome! Listen, 201, I will definitely become A major general in the seventh district! Become a lieutenant general like your captain! Then wear the same black and gold-rimmed military uniform as Emmons!"

The nearby biochemical warriors who hadn't dispersed all stopped when they heard his rhetoric, and looked at the No. 138 candidate who was late and deducted forty points with a strange expression.

201's pupils contracted slightly, and he stared at Lin Lin in a daze. After a quick analysis of what he just said, the system conveyed the word "impossible" to the language output device of the Optical Pivot chip.

It frowned, opened its mouth, paused for a few seconds, and forced the system to activate the simulated human intuition area in the chip that is almost never used by biochemical warriors. A smiling expression appeared on its face, and 201 blinked, "Yes, I believe You will succeed."

In the distance, Emmons was smoking a cigarette, putting his hands in the pockets of his trousers, squinting his eyes and smiling, hum, maybe the seventh district can produce a civilian general!

"I'm Candidate No. 69, Zeka, one class older than you, hello." A middle-sized fair-skinned young man came towards him, stretched out his hand and smiled.

Lin Lin froze for a moment, looked up and felt that the other party was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Gently shaking his right hand, Lin Lin pursed her lips, obviously still resisting her numerical title, "Hello, my name is Lin Lin."

Zeka nodded with a smile on his face, looking at his eyes with seriousness and firmness, "I will definitely become the major general of the seventh district!"

Lin Lin was stunned, and looked him up and down. Although he looked like an immature boy on the outside, his eyes were very good.

He opened his mouth and laughed loudly, put his arms around Zeka's shoulders, and slapped him on the chest, "It's okay, buddy! Be ambitious! I like you like this! Hmm!"

Lin Lin stretched out his hand, bent his thumb and straightened his four fingers, and made a sharp knife-like cut on the Seventeenth Golden Pagoda. He was full of enthusiasm and vowed, "Both of us will definitely wear the dark red and white military uniforms here!"

Zeka's cheeks were slightly red, she pursed her lips and nodded solemnly, and raised her hand to press the brim of her military hat in embarrassment. When she suddenly saw the watch, she was shocked and said, "It's 46:[-], let's go! Emmons University at nine o'clock We will gather all the candidates to assign tasks!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Lin Lin's arm and ran towards the training base in Area A.

"Ah?! Where are you going? I haven't had breakfast yet!"

Lin Lin frowned, turned his head at a 45-degree angle, and looked in the direction of the Seventeen Golden Pagoda, just in time to see a super-miniature figure of Lei Nuo in a white shirt lying on the top window sill and waving at him.

Although he couldn't see Renault's facial expression clearly, he could guess with his toes that the guy was probably watching his joke with a smile on his face!

Thinking of the bad luck this morning, several quadrangular tendons popped out on his forehead, he stretched his neck and yelled at him, "Grandma's leg! Renault, you have the guts to stay there and don't leave, I will fight you one-on-one!"

"Ah?" Zeka hurriedly turned around and followed his line of sight, but saw nothing.

He dragged Lin Lin to continue to speed up, shouting as he ran, "Breakfast for the candidates and bio-warriors starts at five o'clock! Now of course we are going to the training base in Area A to finish fifteen laps!"

Lin Lin's face turned green, "..."

Renault!Your uncle!

Reynolds folded his legs, sitting leisurely on the soft chair, smiling, propping his head with one hand, and shaking a piece of dogtail grass in the other hand.

Mengmeng is obediently jumping and grabbing the dog's tail grass while peeking out the window while jumping up, how are you, little beet master?

"General, breakfast is ready. Please go to the general's dining room on the fifteenth floor. I wish you a pleasant meal."

The electronic female voice from the light-controlled video device sounded slowly accompanied by elegant music.

Renault picked up his military jacket and put it on. When he opened the door, he looked sideways at Mengmeng who was squatting on the table, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly, "You should plan to wait for him to come back and eat together?"

Mengmeng nodded mechanically, and Renault closed the door with a smile.

As soon as the door was closed, the corners of Mengmeng's eyes began to twitch, her facial expression became more and more gloomy, her white hair stood on end, she grabbed the dog's tail grass a few times, and then used the energy light ball on her tail to emit weak spiritual power to dry her up.

Turning its head, it said coldly, "Beet is right, a dragon should have the dignity of a dragon! I am the king of beasts and not a cat, who wants to catch dogtail grass?! Meow!"

Mengmeng raised her head and chest up, Liwei three seconds later, then drooped her ears, "Sure enough, beets are the best. They never treat me like a cat, and they even make me scrambled eggs with tomatoes..."

The silver animal eyes rolled around a few times, it jumped to the window, and looked at the training base in Area A directly in front of the Seventeen Golden Pagoda with its neck raised for a while, then washed its face with its front paws, and said, "It's better to find beets !"

There are strict military ranks inside the Seventeen Golden Pagoda.

The general's dining room is on the [-]th floor with the junior and lieutenant general's dining rooms, but there is a big difference.

The internal structure of the junior and lieutenant general dining rooms is basically the same as that of the candidate students and bio-warriors on the fourth to seventh floors. The slight difference is that the junior and lieutenant generals serve a slightly richer variety of meals.

The general's dining room is completely independent, with a large space, a small number of people, a bar, and all kinds of military special-grade tobacco and alcohol.

Even one of the ten super-large kitchens on the eighth floor will be specially set up to prepare meals for the general.

Although it seems to be all kinds of heinous privileges, and the high-level treatment enjoyed by the generals throughout their lives is often second only to the lord of a country.

But as the generals of the Galaxy Army Alliance who maintain within single digits, they do have the extraordinary ability to eat these things.

Among the assessments of the three generals (major general, lieutenant general, and special general, also known as generals) of the Golden Mars Alliance, the most abnormal one is the special general assessment.

Once every two years, the Galaxy Army Alliance regularly holds special general selection assessment meetings.

The review team is composed of famous generals from various countries. Candidates must be at the rank of major general or above (especially outstanding candidates are recommended by instructors at or above the rank of lieutenant general, and can directly obtain the qualifications for participation without the restriction of military rank). The age limit is 18 to 42 years old Each person is only eligible to participate once in a lifetime.

The content of the selection and assessment is to send the candidates into a fully enclosed three-dimensional virtual desert, lead an assault vanguard team composed of forty biochemical fighters, and secretly pass through various single, double, or even multiple infrared defense arrays ambushed by the enemy. During this period, if the enemy finds out, a fierce battle will inevitably start.

After the assault vanguard team finds the enemy's water source, it must successfully blast for a period of 20 days.

Within 20 days, once the water source is blasted successfully, the task will be completed and the virtual battlefield will disappear automatically.

The judging requirement of the review team is that the task is completed within the specified time, and the casualty rate of the assault vanguard team, including the candidates, is less than 6% (that is, the number of casualties does not exceed two), and the assessment is passed.

It should be noted that all the battles in the fully enclosed 500D virtual desert are actual combat, and the number of enemies is [-].

Every time there is a selection assessment, a large number of candidates often have less than ten biochemical fighters left in their hands after the 20-day closed period, and what's more, including myself, the entire army is wiped out.

In view of the perverted degree of special general assessment, various countries have become more and more strict in the approval procedures for their own military candidates.

No matter which country's top leaders, they don't want to lose so many young and outstanding junior and lieutenant generals in a virtual battle.

After all, as a country's combat reserve, although the special general is the biggest trump card, the lieutenant general is still the mainstay of the military departments of various countries with few victories in number.

Due to various reasons, so far, the number of generals of the Galaxy Army Alliance has always remained within one digit.

And now it is the most in history, with a total of eight special generals in the Galaxy Army Alliance.

The eighth person was recommended by General Emmons, who was an instructor at the age of 21, and completed the mission in ten days. The assault vanguard team passed the assessment with an excellent score of 0 casualties, and was directly promoted from the major general candidate to the youngest general in the military alliance. Renault.

In this way, Renault replaced Emmons and became the new record holder for the selection and assessment of special generals of the Galaxy Army.

The legendary silver-haired general, Emmons, ranked second. He completed the blasting mission in eleven days, and only one member of the assault vanguard team was slightly injured.

"Therefore, it is not entirely correct to say that there is such a master as there is a disciple." Emmons leaned on the bar, his right foot was leisurely bent, and he raised his glass to Renault, "The blue is better than the blue , I haven't seen you for two years, your black-bellied skills have grown again!"

He raised his head and drank the spirits in a sip, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I didn't say anything to that little guy last night, I'll see how he made trouble with you when he came back at night, hahaha..."

Renault ate the last piece of oatmeal made of fishmeal in a slow manner, wiped his hands with a napkin, and said, "The turban on his head cannot be removed. This, next time, don't count it as your military disorder."

Emmons nodded, "That symbol should indeed be covered."

As he said that, he raised his hand to look at his watch, with a smirk on his face, "It's still seventeen minutes to nine, don't you want to check it?"