Wow! The explosion rate is really high

"My opinion?"

Bai E never expected that the head nurse just now had already made up her mind about her future without saying anything.

To be a military nurse?

It seems to be a good choice. Compared with front-line soldiers, the safety of military nurses will undoubtedly be greatly improved.

If he had just come into this world, Bai E would have agreed without even thinking about it.

but now……

After knowing more about the situation in this world, Bai E's thoughts of survival have faded a lot.

After all, I can't stand it.

The Zerg are overwhelming, the mechanical army is ready to attack at any time, and high-dimensional demons are everywhere...

Without the sacrifice of these warriors, the city would have long been reduced to ruins.

Even so, it is still in danger like an egg overturned in the nest.

No matter where you go, you may encounter danger at any time.

Some of the words he said to the players before were true, and some were lies. Even he himself couldn't tell clearly.

If we don’t build a safe environment for generations, where can we hide from this turbulent era?

Of course, it is undoubtedly a foolish dream to say that we will build an eternally peaceful world with our current strength, but...

Power is always the eternal truth.

Even if you don't work hard with such a great wish as your goal, you still have to have enough power to protect yourself if you just think about yourself.

Be a military nurse?

How much experience can be gained from a battle?

Bai E shook his head and said bluntly: "Not interested."

"I guess you're not interested either."

Wood grinned, "You are a born warrior."

He waved his hand and said, "You continue training, I will deal with her."

…

Military conference room.

The young officer with a silver slash on his shoulder knocked on the table, marking the end of this combat plan. "This combat arrangement has been decided. The day after tomorrow, we will completely eradicate the Black Rock District mother nest!"

His gaze swept across the entire scene, focusing on the black figure in the corner. He paused for a moment, feeling high-spirited.

This is his first large-scale battle since he took over the military region. As long as he can achieve his strategic goals, his hopes of inheriting the position of city lord will greatly increase.

Although he has a father who is a city lord, he still has to start from scratch, be down-to-earth, and take one step at a time in order to avoid being criticized.

"Everyone, is there anything you want to add about this campaign?"

There were more than thirty officers present, including generals with two stars and above in the military camp. Most of them were silent at this moment.

The war with the Zerg is simple and crude, and those Zerg basically do not have much tactical literacy at all.

Therefore, the battle plan is naturally simple and crude. The real test of skill is the battlefield command in the face of on-the-spot changes.

The arrangements here are all based on strategic arrangements in the general direction. There is nothing to study, so naturally no one said anything.

"Sir Weislin..." A somewhat lazy and joking voice sounded from the side of the long table in the silence, and the burly general tapped his fingers lightly on the table, "Our armored battalion can naturally implement your combat arrangements. , it’s just that it’s not necessarily the case for some people.”

Weislin frowned slightly, "Speak directly if you have something to say, no need to be arrogant."

Hamilton grinned and smiled evilly, "Some android recruits are directly assigned to special teams to participate in combat. I can't say whether they will lose their jobs by then."

"Can new recruits directly join the special team? Is there such a thing?"

Weislin's gaze swept across the entire venue, passing over the faces of the generals with two silver stars on their shoulders, "Who arranged this?"

The old Laurent leaned back on the seat and calmly replied: "I arranged it."

Anger flashed across Weslin's face. He had already started from the lowest level of the military area, but as a result, there were still people who were unwilling to obey his leadership. They even did this without even saying hello.

However, the other party is an old man from the military area, so he needs to sell some face, "Maybe you have deeper considerations?"

The strong man Hamilton dismissed it, "Consider it? What can you consider? It's just hoping that those artificial people will spread their branches in the future and think of him..."

Another fat, white general with a kind smile tried to smooth things over with a smile, "Maybe the recruit is gifted?"

Hamilton sneered, his disdain evident, "Talent..."

What talent can make a newly born artificial human qualified to join a special team composed of elite soldiers?

For this reason, breaking the sky was also Laurent's personal mistake.

The scene was quiet.

Everyone knows that this is impossible. The white fat general seems to be smoothing things over, but in fact he is just trying to make up for it.

Everyone is waiting for the statement from Laurent and his team.

Faced with Hamilton's sudden attack, the old-looking Laurent remained silent, and there was no emotion in his eyes as deep as the sea.

But Carlos, the sniper god sitting on his right hand, wanted to argue...

"correct……"

Someone saw Carlos who was about to make a move and asked with a smile, "I heard that our sniper god also shared part of his supply of 'No. 3' for a new recruit in the past two days. Is this true?"

"The recruits you are talking about are not the same recruits, right?"

"It's the same one, the number seems to be...95B27?"

"Would you like to ask him to come over and put on a show to see how good of a recruit he is and how he can be so valued by our old marshal and sniper god?"

Weislin, standing alone in the middle of the long table, frowned.

95B27? Sounds familiar.

The black robe was shaking slightly in the corner, and the hood that had always been quiet was lifted slightly, revealing a look of interest.

"Dong dong dong!"

A knock on the door suddenly sounded in the commotion, and everyone immediately fell silent and looked at the door together.

This is an important meeting to discuss strategic operations. Even if the content of the meeting is meaningless to the participants, if it is not a big deal, the lieutenant guarding the door will never interrupt it at this time.

"Come in."

Carlos' adjutant opened the door, stood at the door and saluted and reported: "Your Excellency, Dean Andrew has something important to see you!"

The rich voice squeezed in right behind the adjutant, "No, I'm here by myself. Little Tune, I just want to ask you one thing, will you let him go?"

"???"

The dean came menacingly, and Carlos' eyes widened slightly, his face full of confusion.

What happened? Who to let go? Who offended this boss?

A question mark on his forehead.

But even if he knew nothing, he could still only coax the veteran of the medical department. After all, the dean and the doctors in his department had saved enough people to circle the city twice and a half hand in hand, so they were highly respected.

"Dean, don't be angry. Who do you want to let go first? Which little bastard touched your person without his eyesight?"

"Of course it's that 95B27!"

Nurse An Lun, who appeared next to Andrew, spoke fiercely, her chest rising and falling.

She gets annoyed when she talks about it.

Normally, recruits decide which specific combat unit they will serve in after training. The unit they belong to during training is the training regiment itself. However, when they asked the instructor of the 358th Regiment, they were told that the target had already belonged to the special forces team.

After finding the special team and Yuzu whom they knew, they were told that it was arranged by their superiors and they were just following orders.

After chasing the source and finding Laurent's adjutant, he was told that it was Laurent who arranged it, but he was in a meeting... and had to wait for half an hour.

It's just a new recruit. I thought it was a trivial matter. After all, no one would deny their medical department face.

But... kick the ball! It must be a kicking ball! Does anyone dare to fool their medical department?

Head nurse An Lun, who was sure of this, directly informed the dean. The dean was also straightforward, which led to the current scene.

"95B27 again?"

"The newcomer that I value has offended Dean Andrew? The old marshal is in trouble now~"