"Gather!" Along with the sound of a rally call, a large group of soldiers quickly gathered together and started running.

Zou Zhenghui opened his mouth in surprise as he watched the group of militiamen walking on the training ground with neat and uniform steps. Because they were all wearing purple military nanosuits, Zou Zhenghui recognized at a glance that those people were militiamen just like him.

However, doesn’t it mean that the militiamen are specially recruited to be used as cannon fodder? What is the point of training them? Is it possible to delay the battle a little longer?

"What do you do? Didn't I tell all the militiamen in the infantry battalion to undergo training?" While Zou Zhenghui was still watching the fun, an instructor spotted Zou Zhenghui and stepped forward to scold him.

"I'm not..." Zou Zhenghui looked at the instructor and was stunned. He wanted to explain, but was interrupted mercilessly by the instructor.

"No? No, no, do you think I can't see the militia uniform you're wearing or that you're just a bastard? Stop talking nonsense and get out of here for training. If you don't go, I'll treat you as a rebellious coach. Let me

You run twenty extra laps."

The instructor said, and wanted to take Zou Zhenghui in. Those militiamen were like that. They would not listen to good talk. Only by punishing them could they be obedient. It was obvious that he regarded Zou Zhenghui as that kind of person.

"You have to know that I am doing this for your own good. Is it possible that you don't know why the militia death rate has remained so high for so many years? You just don't want to know it clearly, but as a soldier, I can't be right

This matter has disappeared.”

"But I'm not from the infantry battalion." Zou Zhenghui was a little speechless. What the hell is this? If I had known he wouldn't come to see the fun, it's better now. He is now in trouble.

"Not from the infantry battalion?" The instructor's tone suddenly became much softer, "That's okay, I don't care. Anyway, there are already so many of them, and you are not missing. It is fate that you are here."

"You don't care, but I do!" Zou Zhenghui was about to cry but had no tears. Good guy, this person's feelings are entangled with him. Even though he said so, he still wouldn't let him leave. It seems that he has to run away in this circle today.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, Lao Huang? You always want to force the militia brothers to join your perverted training plan." Just when Zou Zhenghui was about to give up resistance, a group of people suddenly stood up.

As if seeing a life-saving straw, Zou Zhenghui turned to the opposite party.

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He looked at me gratefully, but when their eyes met, they were both stunned.

I have to say that fate is really wonderful. They had only met a few hours ago, but they didn't expect to meet here.

"Do you know each other?" The instructor named Lao Huang looked back and forth between Zou Zhenghui and the group of people opposite with a puzzled face, and asked in a puzzled tone.

"The world is such a small place! I'm sorry... This person is destined to me, so I can't let you take him away. You can do whatever you need to do immediately, or we can have a fight."

After the man finished speaking, he saw Lao Huang, who had been reluctant at first, disappear immediately, even faster than the militiamen running wildly on the training ground.

"Haha, he still has the same old temper... By the way, captain, why did you leave him here?" A man who looked dark and muscular looked at Zou Zhenghui and asked.

He was the one who asked about Zou Zhenghui in the morning, and that's why he couldn't understand. The captain clearly didn't care about Zou Zhenghui before, but now he has to take Zou Zhenghui away even if he fights with Lao Huang.

Like him.

The captain glared at the man fiercely, then turned around with a smile, "Hello, let me meet you. My name is Luo Heng. As you can see, I am the leader of this independent group."

Zou Zhenghui stretched out his hand and shook it hard a few times. Because he had just helped me once, he said with an eager face, "Hello, my name is Zou Zhenghui, and I am a mecha pilot."

"Level 2 pilot?" The man looked at the twin-tailed girl in the team who obviously looked a little strange, and showed a strange smile. If Zou Zhenghui really wanted to be a level 2 mecha pilot, the pressure on the girl would definitely go up a notch.

"No," Zou Zhenghui smiled shyly, a little shy, "He is a third-level general-purpose mecha pilot."

At first, he was a little disappointed when he heard that Zou Zhenghui was not a second-level mecha pilot. However, the greater the disappointment in the front, the stronger the surprise in the back. It could even be said that he was frightened.

Everyone also looked surprised. This emotion reached its peak when they saw Zou Zhenghui take out the certificate from his pocket because he was afraid that they would not believe it. Everyone looked at Zou Zhenghui as if they were seeing some rare treasure.

This is also true, especially in wartime like this, the level three mecha pilots can already be regarded as strategic materials, and small-scale team battles

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One can fight a hundred, one person can be a million-man warrior in a medium-sized team battle, and a large-scale team battle can even change the situation of the battle.

"Have you found the team?" the captain asked expectantly. Although he had already made a guess in his mind, that didn't stop him from fantasizing. What if he really didn't? Then he would definitely make a lot of money.

Well.

Zou Zhenghui shook his head honestly, "No, I just joined the militia today, and I haven't had time yet..."

"Then what do you think of our team?" The captain wanted to pick Zou Zhenghui up and kiss him hard. This is simply a treasure that fell from the sky. With a level three mecha pilot to take care of everything, they can do many things before.

Things I dare not do.

When the time comes, you will gain more military exploits, and then those military exploits will be exchanged for more resources to become stronger. When you become stronger, you will go deeper, and then a virtuous cycle will be formed.

They can become stronger in a short period of time. Just thinking about it makes the captain extremely excited. The only thing missing now is Zou Zhenghui's consent.

"Of course it is very good. There are tanks, warriors, shooters, and supports. From the perspective of the team configuration, the balanced development is naturally excellent." Zou Zhenghui said with certainty. With the addition of a mage to this lineup, be careful when playing in a group.

His positioning is basically invincible.

"Then are you willing to join us?" The captain's eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand in front of Zou Zhenghui.

"That's the best thing." Zou Zhenghui agreed without thinking. His purpose of coming here was not for merit, but to grab a mecha that was enough for him to use.

This kind of thing is naturally easy to handle with a small number of people. When the time comes, there will be no time to take care of him. What can he do? Another advantage of this team is that it can help him attract hatred, so that he can take it as quickly as possible.

Get the mecha he wants.

"Welcome to join our mine team." The captain smiled and extended his hand to Zou Zhenghui.

"Thank you, it's my honor." Zou Zhenghui smiled, and then gave the captain another high-five...

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