"Squadron 42, come to me immediately to gather. Did the 42nd Squadron hear it?"

A white official from Germany yelled with his spits. At this moment, the wide training playground was also dusting. The highest commander of the base left after the speech. On the vast training playground, the latest batch of new recruits were relieved. Not to mention anything else, the senior level of the official was crushed to death, let alone the highest commander here.

"I bet that the colonel is definitely a ruthless man, but the old-fashioned and classical speech just now is so cool." A young Russian recruit named Womsky whispered in the 42nd Squadron. I wonder if it was because his Chinese was a bit crappy, but his teammates around him didn't speak like a wooden stake.

Womsky is one of the few completely new recruits in the 42nd Squadron, only 17 and a half years old.

It is worth mentioning that he returned alive from the alien battlefield and was regarded as a real hero by the Russians, and his town was also proud of it.

Not only did he usher in a transformation, he was also promoted to the rank of captain and continued to serve in the United Army. Later, when he was interviewed by a Russian TV media station, the reporter asked him why he chose to join the United Army. Womsky answered with a straightforward answer that he had just drunk two bottles of vodka at that time. When drinking the third bottle, he happened to see the live broadcast of the speech of the Lichuan Space Military Commission Headquarters, so he took advantage of the vodka spirit and went directly to respond.

When the media reporter heard their Russian hero answer, he was stunned for a moment and showed a hint of embarrassing but polite smile, and then asked the second question whether he regretted his original decision. Womsky once again expressed his regret that he was really regretful. Maomei reporter was embarrassed for the second time, please... Womsky then added that if he made a new choice, he would still make the same decision, but he would still regret it, because the instructor was simply not a human being. He did not die on the battlefield and was almost killed by the instructor during training, and more than once or twice, but at the same time, he also thanked the instructor for his iron will.

Now, Womsky is a newbie among newbies. I don’t know if it’s because he drinks too much vodka, but he always doesn’t have a memory in his mind.

Just as he was muttering, the sergeant commander of the 42nd Squadron suddenly walked up to him, glaring angrily against his face, and roared with saliva: "Do you take my words as wind in your ears? Or do you think my authority is not enough to convince you?"

"No, I'm sorry, instructor!" Womsky was sprayed with a look of spitting on his face, unable to open his eyes, and thought to himself that he was finished.

The tall and mighty chief sected him out of the team with one hand and shouted: "Rao Junjian camp runs around in the inner field!"

When Womsky heard this, he couldn't help but shake his three legs, and he was stunned and ran around the military camp... It was a full 7.7 kilometers.

And when is it now? It was the hottest time of the sun at noon, and it was still in the Gobi Desert. The ground temperature was 60 to 70 degrees Celsius. I had been hungry for most of the day and was also dehydrated a lot.

"Why are you standing there? Hurry up! Now you change to the periphery!" The instructor was stunned when he saw him, and pulled out the stick on his waist. Without saying a word, he just pulled his hand on his butt.

Looking at Womsky running forward in confusion while rubbing his butt, the instructor was also amused by the funny scene for a moment. Fortunately, his back was turned to the members of the 42nd Squadron and instantly curled his smile and turned around and shouted: "Medical soldiers?"

"Sir!" A man with red cross cloth tied with his arms trotted over, and the instructor immediately said, "Follow Womsky, don't worry about him if you don't have a last breath. Remember, don't carry a dead person back for me."

"Yes, sir, I'm guaranteed to live!" The medical soldier saluted and followed with a first aid kit.

The instructor immediately looked at the members of the 42nd Squadron and roared, "You are so weak that I am thrilling. Most of you can't stand the preparatory training. No, I'm thankful for half of them who can pass the exam. I've never seen them. You're going to the battlefield like this and it's a dead end to provide delicious ingredients for the aliens. The colonel is right. You are cannon fodder and you are also a good enemy!"

The members of the 42nd Squadron include pure new recruits like Womsky, but more than half of them are soldiers from various countries who are serving, and they are all special forces in their own country and are the elite among the elite.

The new recruits in the team were very dissatisfied, but the old birds were very calm. In their eyes, these were basic operations. It was difficult for the sergeant chief to trick them, and only newbies like Womsky would be controlled by fancy.

The instructor knocked his palm with a military stick and shouted: "Tell me, what are you?"

"We are weak!"

The instructor turned his head and held his ears with one hand: "What?"

"We are cannon fodder!"

The instructor looked around everyone and pouted his mouth and nodded slowly with satisfaction: "I finally saw your only pitiful shining point. At least, you still have self-knowledge. Just do this, report the number!"

On the other side, the miserable Womsky limped around the outside of the base, his lips were already white, he was severely dehydrated, and his consciousness became increasingly dazed.

At this moment, he hoped that a gust of the cold wind of Siberia would be refreshing and water.

The instructor made a harsh three consecutive strokes on his butt, and now it hurts. He couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "It must be that I am a Russian who targets me specifically. This damn German guy."

Just as he limped forward, a continuous whistling sound came from the sky. Womsky couldn't help but look up. There was nothing in the sky, but the next moment it appeared from the sky, and only dense human-shaped shadows kept whistling past the sky.

"Is this the legendary...Nano Pirate!?" Womsky murmured to himself.

It is the world-renowned nano-pirate unit, and it is the third generation of nano-pirate unit. It has the ability to shuttle surface and orbit, representing the pinnacle combat power of the current human land forces.

I saw vanguards with full nano-covered exoskeletons withdraw from the invisible state and keep rows of V-character geese flying with their comrades, passing by extremely low altitude above Womsky's head. The powerful airflow rolled up dust around him, and the vanguards passed by were endless, with a rough number of 700.

Above the sky, when a vanguard was flying towards the base at a low altitude and at a low speed, Womsky's figure in the front of the ground also appeared in the window interface. After expanding the image, the soldier curiously went to the public channel: "What's wrong with this soldier?"

"It's probably because he was punished for committing an incident. Judging from his route, he probably had to run a lap. The outer ring was 14 kilometers, which was ruthless." The voice of his comrades came from the communicator.

"This kid is in a very poor condition, his body is severely dehydrated, and he loses a lot of salt in his body. It is estimated that it will not last for five minutes."

"Don't worry, two medical soldiers behind him kept staring at him."

"Oh, that's true, then don't worry."

"After so many years of holding it in, I finally got the chance to go to the battlefield and take a serious move."

"Do you dare to compare who cuts more?"

"Oldly, if you lose, you treat me!"

"Haha, sorry, I am poor and I have to beat you up."

"I will take the lead in charge on the battlefield of alien stars and kill it with pleasure!"

Hundreds of nano vanguards fell from the sky like birds of prey, one by one, landing vertically above the base training ground, gradually forming a square array, and the light spread on the vanguards reflected dazzling metallic brilliance, a burst of metallic and power, standing in line on the desert in the northern border, full of breathtaking solemnity.

In this expeditionary marine unit, the Chinese troops will use the lineup of nano vanguards as a rapid response force to provide strong mobile combat support for the entire joint army's ground battlefield. The fastest defense line that needs support must reach the vanguard. As the name suggests, the vanguards must be used on the tip of the knife and at critical moments.

Logistics is underway to mass production and manufacture at full capacity, and ten years are enough to provide vanguard combat uniforms for 10,000 Chinese troops on the expedition to alien battlefields.

The underground dock base in Rugao City has also begun to build ships, with five manufacturing docks being started at the same time, two aircraft carriers and three transport ships being built.

On the other hand, Dyson Basketball Engineering is also in progress at the industrial base of the Huasheng Group headquarters.

The productivity after the Fourth Science and Technology Revolution was released to the extreme, and the consumption rate of resources was incredibly fast and terrifying. Even to the point of crazy overdrawing, almost all the strategic reserve materials of various countries were taken out and consumed.

At the same time, over the Shahara Desert, a large wave of airborne cabins fell from outer space, and all the foreign faces were all inside, because the paratroopers of the Republic had already passed the sky training subject, but the foreign Marines who joined the United Army did not have it. They are now conducting live-fire exercises and training in outer space.

The main theme of the earth now is burning, expeditions, and joint forces are all reorganizing the army, practicing and preparing for war.
Chapter completed!