I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

69, the fastest update I really did not want to be the savior!

In November 3007, the empire's unified military skills competition will be held on time.

As an annual super-large military competition, for many outstanding soldiers, it is basically the last big exam before joining the army.

This is not a short-term thing, but a progressive elimination competition.

If you can stand out in the competition and enter the star-level rematch, you can prove that the contestants have the ability to stand on the battlefield.

If you can break out of the star field and enter the real empire finals, no matter what rank you can eventually get, you can join the army immediately after the game, take up important positions, and be given a heavy responsibility.

Finally, if you can beat the crowd in the empire finals, jump out of the school-age limit, and enter the final step of the cross-age and cross-level actual battle finals, then wait if you have already set foot on the battlefield in advance and start remote missions.

Therefore, the time for this integrated training fluctuates.

If you are eliminated quickly, you will be fine on the first day.

But if it can continue to win, it is not impossible to continue for a month or two, or even several years.

It is rumored that the finals fifteen years ago have reached the present, but there are still two teams that have not distinguished the victory or defeat, and they are still remotely controlling the bionic special operations unit in the depths of the enemy camp.

The original contestants have already passed through the Tiandong Star Gate one after another and reached the depths of the Genting Star Field.

Since the missions of these two teams have not been completed, and they have successfully penetrated into the enemy's interior, they have become "nails" for humans to take root in. As long as they are lurking, they will always be able to harvest intelligence continuously, so the two teams simply transferred directly. Become a member of the third front as a hidden department.

The first front is the front line of the exchange of fire between the two sides, including the Genting Theater and the Sagittarius spiral arm front where there are still sporadic outbreaks of war. The main task of the first front is very clear, which is armed struggle.

The second front is inside the empire, consisting of numerous human-inhabited galaxies and star-studded space stations in the depths, as well as a larger number of small and medium-sized floating bases for scientific research, production, military training, and breeding. The main task of the second front is to be responsible for tasks such as production, scientific and technological research and development, population breeding, and military defense.

As for the third front, it was established in recent years. After the creation of the multiverse and the exposure to pseudo-humans, after years of technological innovation, humans gradually mastered the ability to pretend to be compound-eyed slaves. At the same time, the composition of the three-way army of compound-eyes has become more complicated, with more species classifications, and more and more information exposed during the long-term confrontation. In order to maintain productivity, compound-eyes have to mix more races. Living in the same subspace or large base increases the complexity of the situation. Under the new external conditions, humans and insurgent slaves finally began to sneak into the enemy's interior through cloning technology, bionic camouflage, and remote artificial intelligence, forming the current third front.

Zheng Feng and the Flying Tigers participated in the elementary school competition, and the whole class was the main team.

According to the speculation of the head teacher Ding Hu, the Flying Tigers can break out of the First Pioneer Academy and become the representative of Planet 7.

But after the Flying Tigers break into the galaxy-level competition, they will definitely struggle, not to mention the elite Genting Star Territory that includes today's elite humans, it will definitely make him difficult and desperate to survive.

Ding Hu wondered, Zheng Feng’s team could stay in the competition for about seven or eight days. By that time, he just finished the new textbooks, and then they could reason with him and tell him that there are still human beings in the Genting Star Region. Ten top-tier theaters. They are the origin theater in the center of the solar system, the eight major war zones divided according to the eight quadrants, and the vertical tenth theater that extends from the front line to the Genting Star Field. Only by breaking out of the tenth war zone can we have a chance to truly reach the top of mankind and compete fiercely with the best of all peers on the highest stage. After winning the competition with peers, you will have the opportunity to compete with masters of all ages and join the long-range missions deep into the third front.

"Oh? I almost forgot that you lost. But you don't have to be discouraged. After all, you are only eleven. You are still young. Oh, I also forgot, you are now in the elementary class of the elementary school group, so your Opponents are generally within three to five years of age, um, the so-called'peers'."

Brother Hu even designed the lines to "comfort" people.

Zheng Feng was defeated.

He himself is very strong, but it is undeniable that the classmates of the Flying Tigers that the academy configured to cope with his poor progress in cultural classes exchanged strengths and weaknesses, the situation reversed and became a dragger.

In the past, Zheng Feng's situation was that he was weak and his teammates were strong. The team's shortcoming was himself, so as soon as he broke out, he pulled the level of the entire team up a lot.

Now the situation has changed. Zheng Feng himself has become the top one, but he has to carry another twenty-nine oil bottle. Then no matter how he explodes, it won't help.

As the competition was approaching, cultural courses were suspended the next day. Zheng Feng and his 29 younger brothers appeared in the special training venue at the top of the college tower.

As for Ding Hu, he just stood on the teacher's office building and looked far away.

From now on, his head teacher will not interfere with all the progress of the Flying Tigers.

Twenty-nine children stood side by side honestly, while Zheng Feng paced back and forth with his hands on his back.

Although the time spent with these babies is not long, as the eldest person and the captain of the Flying Tigers, it is necessary for Zheng Feng to deepen his understanding with the players, master each person’s strengths and personalities, and design a variety of combat plans in advance. , So that your team can be combined organically, instead of the thirty mobs gathered together like skirmishers.

The average age of the children is only 35 years old, but due to their premature maturity, at this time, all of them are standing proudly in military uniform with their hands on their backs.

Zheng Feng quickly scanned each person's description, and then began to roll the names.

"Qin Wu, Li Qingqing, Edgar Julian, Morrison Scott, Matta Nicklaus, Jane Rowland, Lev Tchaikovsky, seven of you, stand out!"

After the call, the seven little babies, both male and female, stepped forward.

"The seven of you are the first sequence. In the next game, you will complete the tough task with me. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

Then Zheng Feng called his name again and began to divide the remaining 22 people into four teams, two teams of six and two teams of five.

These four teams are responsible for intelligence, material production management, and preparation duties.

After his simple deployment, the all-around combat team composed of thirty people has become a bit tasteful.

Ding Hu, who was secretly watching, was not surprised. UU Reading www.udukanshu.com

In the previous simulation training, Zheng Feng has set up a temporary combat team more than once to hunt long insects.

This is just a basic operation for him now, no need to make a fuss.

"Okay! According to the rules of the competition, in the early stage of the simulation of special operations, we can choose the next-level armor. This is the model I have selected for you. You can see for yourself, and you can put forward your comments."

In the next instant, Ding Hu was surprised by what Zheng Feng did.

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But Xuanyuan Jia, which is produced in different galaxies, uses different materials, and meets different design concepts to meet various needs, has as many as tens of thousands of variants.

At the same time, in order to ensure the absolute fairness of the competition, all participating teams have an upper limit that cannot be exceeded for the combined performance of armor and armaments.

So how to choose equipment and how to allocate equipment more reasonably is an extremely test of skill.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Feng's shot was a perfect configuration, like the handwriting of a battle-tested old general.

Ding Hu always felt something weird.

This brat shouldn't have this knowledge reserve and tactical thinking, right?

Wait, could it be said...

Seeing Zheng Feng's triumphant smile in the distance, Ding Hu suddenly understood.

This product must have asked the "off-site audience" for help in advance!

who is it?

His father Zheng Yifeng?

No, it is said that Zheng Yifeng is upright, it is impossible to do this like cheating.

Oh, by the way, it must be Tang Tianxin!

That's a lieutenant general!

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