The Pinghai task force safely arrived at the training ground around Levin City.
After receiving the landing signal from the signal tower, the spacecraft started its thrusters and landed slowly.
The scumbags left the troop transport warehouse in an orderly manner under the leadership of the fierce men. Chen Mo also left the captain's room after communicating with Ivanov through the Donghuang channel.
008 was warmly welcomed by 007.
Seventy-three scumbags from Alcatraz faced off against one hundred and eighty-six top scumbags.
The quality of Ying Rui's scum is above Pinghai, and after being trained by Ivanov, he has begun to become an elite.
He looked at death as if he were at home, and his military discipline was strict and orderly.
If he didn't know the background of these people, Chen Mo would probably think they were some kind of iron-blooded army.
The captain and six pilots left the main cockpit and lined up.
As a captain, the captain gave a regimental salute to Chen Mo.
"Colonel Chen."
"Sir." Chen Mo returned the greeting.
"In response to the command of the headquarters, this Baize II Cangjie-class frigate will be jointly owned by the Pinghai Task Force and the Yingrui Task Force." The captain took off the captain's bracelet and handed it to Chen Mo: "You are the new captain.
The first captain, General Ivanov is the deputy captain, and the specific documents can be checked on the spacecraft console."
Chen Mo was stunned.
"This spaceship...was given to me?"
"That's it." Captain Pian Jiang sighed and patted the shell of the spacecraft at hand: "He has served in Donghuang for thirteen years and is already an old guy. Neither the armor level nor the power core can keep up with the current war needs. But as a
There are more than enough troopships."
Chen Mo put on the captain's bracelet in silence.
After the bracelet recognized Chen Mo's biological characteristics, the memory alloy began to shape according to the outline of Chen Mo's wrist, and finally fit perfectly on the wrist.
The display screen, like an electronic watch, lit up, and a 3D projection of the current status of the Baize II spacecraft popped up.
Chen Mo held his left hand in front of him and began to adjust the captain's bracelet.
"He served for thirteen years, and followed me for thirteen years. When I first joined the corps, I was just a pilot with the rank of captain... The longer I stayed in the ship's cabin, I somehow became a partial general."
Captain Pianjiang did not disturb Chen Mo's debugging. He just stroked the hull of the ship as if stroking his lover: "I hope you can treat him well."
The function of the captain's bracelet is very complicated and cannot be adjusted in a short time. When Chen Mo heard this, he turned off the bracelet and put down his hand. He looked at the captain's gray hair and nodded seriously.
"Of course...by the way, what is it called?"
Captain Pian smiled.
"It used to be called the Chengfeng. According to the Corps' notes, the Chengfeng was recycled and destroyed, so it is a non-existent spaceship. It can only be driven within Zhongbei. If you drive out of Zhongbei, you may be regarded as an interstellar pirate.
Beat it down."
"That's it." Chen Mo nodded.
"Chengfeng is no longer here, do you want to give it a new name? Or just call it Baize II? Before I hand it over to you, it needs to be repainted and the Donghuang logo and Chengfeng's LoGo must be removed.
"
Chen Mo thought for a moment and blurted out: "Zhiyuan."
"Zhiyuan?"
"Zhiyuan!"
"What a good name." Captain Pianjiang gave a regimental salute to Chen Mo: "Captain Chen, it's nice to meet you."
"Me too, sir!"
Chen Mo returned the gift.
"These six people are the main driving team. If you have any questions, you can communicate with them at any time. If the Zhiyuan needs repairs or supplies, you can contact the headquarters at any time."
"clear."
The captain waved behind him, and a fat man who didn't look too smart ran over.
"This is the first mate Jin Guangfa. When I was the pilot, he was the first mate of the Chengfeng. Now he is the first mate of the Dingyuan... Well, Fatty Jin is familiar with everything on the ship. If you don't understand anything, feel free to ask.
Ask him anytime."
"Okay." Chen Mo looked at Jin Guangfa.
Jin Guangfa woke up from a dream.
"Hello, Captain! I am the entertainer Jin Guangfa, the first mate of the Dingyuan! Captain, welcome to give a lecture to the main driving team!"
As he spoke, he slapped her with a big, fleshy hand.
Chen Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He waved his hands repeatedly to signal the driving team to stop clapping.
"Ability?"
"It's not about superpowers, it's about artistic skills, the art of craftsmanship."
Chen Mo looked at the first mate with the toad mirror for two seconds, nodded at him, tilted his head slightly, and asked in a voice that only the captain could hear: "Does this first mate have any... flaws?"
He pointed to his head.
"No, he is not cerebral palsy, he just has tight skin." As he said that, General Pian gave Jin Guangfa a kick in the butt: "Captain Chen is the top officer of the Pinghai Task Force. If you follow him carefully, you might be able to escape from the pit.
"
Jin Guangfa was quiet for a few seconds, looked Chen Mo up and down, and replied calmly: "Yes."
"There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever, Lao Jin, take care of yourself."
"Captain, take care."
Jin Guangfa solemnly saluted the captain.
After the handover was completed, the captain went to find someone to change the painting of the Dingyuan.
This is a wonderful person. In the end, he didn’t even tell Chen Mo his name.
Chen Mo turned around.
He could probably understand Jin Guangfa's mood, so he patted the first mate on the shoulder.
"When the ship is in my hands, the driving crew will still be the driving crew. If I have a mouthful of meat to eat, I won't give you soup. Don't worry."
Jin Guangfa lowered his head slightly.
"Thank you Captain for your trust."
"Trust is mutual."
After Chen Mo finished speaking, he ignored Jin Guangfa's reaction and faced Ivanov who came with two guards.
Chen Mo threw the deputy captain's bracelet towards Ivanov.
"Brother Ivan."
"How do you feel?" Ivanov took the bracelet and nodded to Chen Mo: "I have my own boat."
"It feels pretty good." Chen Mo laughed and said, "I feel like I have a plan."
Ivanov smiled: "I don't know how to tell you, but strictly speaking, your organization has greater rights than ordinary organizations."
"Does the Northern Combined Corps also have such an organization?"
"Of course there is. The secret organization of the Northern Alliance is called Kebo, but it is much weaker than the Donghuang Corps." Ivanov lit a cigarette for himself: "All the secret organizations of the Corps are targeted by the Yi Neng Society.
Platinum Specialist Team, you have personally defeated several teams, so you should know the basic combat strategies."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I probably understand."
"How about it, do you want me to train the troops?" Ivanov raised his chin at the team of scumbags who were listening to the fierce man's training: "I will return the four people I selected from Alcatraz Island to you in a moment and let them do it.
team leader."
"Uh..." Chen Mo thought again and again, and finally shook his head: "I may have to lead this team for a long time. I want to practice on my own."
"That's fine." Ivanov didn't think much about it: "After all, the soldiers brought out by practice are different from those trained by others. How do you plan to train them? Have you submitted the equipment report?"
Chen Mo was confused.
"What equipment report?"
"You don't think that the higher-ups will give you a library of equipment for you to choose slowly, do you?" Ivanov said with a smile: "Of course you have to submit the things yourself and wait for the results."
Chen Mo scratched his head.
He even just learned about his position, how could he know these things?
"Are the seventy-five of you Pinghai all combatants?"
"No, there are sixty-five combatants." Chen Mo replied.
In addition to the sixty-three scum, pirates and Chen Mo himself are also among the combatants.
The fierce man, Lao Yang and eight strange people with different abilities are counted as logistics.
"How much exoskeleton armor will you need?"
"I've never assembled a team, so I don't know very well. Brother, how many exoskeleton armors do you want?"
Ivanov prepared a hundred pieces of armor, and he only planned to bring a hundred men, completely abandoning logistics and supplies, and could not be used as a reference group at all.
Therefore, Ivanov just shook his head and began to plan the supplies for the Pinghai Task Force on the pdA.
"How many combatants do you plan to have left out of sixty-five?"
"How many people are left?" Chen Mo didn't understand.
"You didn't plan the number of deaths for training?" Ivanov raised his eyebrows.
"..."
Chen Mo didn't expect that several people would have to die in one training session...
"I'll give you more, let's keep fifty people." Seeing that Chen Mo didn't answer, Ivanov shook his head and continued to calculate the firepower configuration on the PdA.
"Wait?" Chen Mo quickly stopped: "Sixty-five and fifty? Is this ratio too high?"
"The initial number of my death squads is one hundred and ninety-two, and the final number will be one hundred." Ivanov exhaled smoke and looked at Chen Mo: "If there is enough time, I originally planned to only have thirty elites in the end."
"..."
One out of six is alive.
Devil Training lives up to its reputation.
Ivanov is the devil himself.
"How about it?"
Chen Mo thought for a moment.
"Thirty people."
"Um?"
"Thirty people, including the four you gave me." Chen Mo said calmly: "There are more people than there are people. I think you are right."
Ivanov smiled.
If Ci is not in charge of troops, the boy in front of him will be a good leader.
"Then how much exoskeleton armor can I give you?"
"Thirty pieces, I want specially made ones."
"good."
…
Ivanov calculated the rations needed by the Pinghai Task Force and asked Chen Mo to use his PdA to send it to the Donghuang Channel.
Five minutes later, Administrator 01 passed Pinghai's supply order and gave Chen Mo the reply that it would be in place within three days.
At the same time, the first mission briefing was also distributed to Chen Mo through pdA.
"During 007 Yingrui's march into the hinterland of the Straker ecosystem, he jointly stationed himself with the Cote 1st Corps in the mine to ensure the safety of the teleportation point."
The mission period is fifty-seven days.
In other words, excluding the remaining twenty-seven days of training, if no one returns to the Cote Mine for one month after the Yingrui Death Squadron enters the ecological circle, all members will be considered dead.
Desolate and heroic.
Chen Mo put down his PDA with a complex expression on his face, wondering what he was thinking.
Later, due to the arrival of Ping Hai, the training of the Ying Rui Death Squadron ended early. Only one person died in the whole day, which was considered to have made great progress.
Ivanov invited Chen Mo to have dinner with his native team.
So...only Chen Mo and Meng Ren went to the appointment.
When I arrived at Ivanov's station, I found Chen Mo Meng very happy.
At least they can still be companions, Ivanov is truly a loner.
Except for the two guards, the only one sitting at the table was his brother.
Seeing Chen Mo coming, Ivanov greeted the two of them to sit down.
Ivanov's dinner is still simple and rich.
There was not even white rice on the table. The staple food was a piece of thick black bread about one meter long. The main dish was a half-person-sized beef leg that was grilled and sizzling with oil on the campfire.
The topping is a thick black pepper sauce.
Chen Mo knew that Ivanov had a habit of not paying attention. The fierce man was so stupid that he forced himself to calm down and pretended not to care.
"Have a meal."
No small talk.
Chen Mo picked up the dagger from the table, cut a large piece of meat horizontally, and put the black pepper sauce into his mouth.
The juice bursts into your mouth with the pepper particles that were not completely ground, which is full of satisfaction.
"butter."
Ivanov picked up a large piece of garlic and salted butter in a package from under the table, and pointed at the brown bread.
"bake."
Chen Mo nodded, cut a piece of black bread, picked up a piece of garlic butter and smeared it thickly on the front and back, picked it up with a dagger, and placed it on the crackling campfire covered in butter drippings, turning it over to heat.
The melting point of butter is not high, so when it is stirred up by the flame, it quickly liquefies and is absorbed by the honeycomb of the brown bread.
The campfire toasted the edges of the bread slightly, and Chen Mo took out the bread.
After one bite, the rich aroma of garlic and the unique milky aroma of butter fill your mouth.
Paired with the wheat flavor of brown bread, it is a must-have.
Ivanov smiled silently.
"Can eat."
The fierce man was dumbfounded. He saw that when Chen Mo rolled down the bread from the dagger, he ate the black carbon deposits along with it.
"It's not clean. You won't get sick after eating it." Chen Mo patted the fierce man on the shoulder and motioned for him to start quickly.
The fierce man followed Chen Mo's example and cut a piece of beef with dipping sauce and put it in his mouth.
The slightly brown pupils lit up.
"Fuck, it smells so good."
So the three of them cut the beef leg and brown bread with one knife and one knife at a time.
After a while, the black bread was gone, and the fierce men followed suit and left the battlefield.
He felt that he had eaten three or four kilograms of meat, not to mention one kilogram of black bread, and now he was too full to eat anything.
Ivanov and Chen Mo were eating the beef shank piece by piece.
The stomachs of these two people were like bottomless pits, and the leg of beef, which weighed at least a hundred pounds, shrunk visibly to the naked eye under the knife.
After another fierce battle for more than half an hour, Ivanov was also defeated.
Ivanov leaned on the back of the chair with a shy belly, took out a bottle of pickled cucumbers with ice and began to eat.
Chen Mo was still swinging his knife at the remaining half of the calf.
After another half hour, Chen Mo's figure, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, also straightened out his belly.
Roasted on the campfire, only the white beef leg bones remained.
"Okay!" Ivanov regained his composure. He sat up on the chair and lifted the roasted beef bones with his bare hands.
No matter how hard he used his hands, he broke the beef leg bone as thick as a bowl into several equal-sized pieces with his hands like breaking corn.
He picked up a tray from the ground, stuffed both sides of each leg bone with butter and garlic, placed it on the tray and put it back on the bonfire to grill. Ivanov went to the combat box behind him and started looking for wine.
"What to drink?"
"It doesn't matter, it's up to you." Chen Mo touched his belly.
This was what Ivanov was waiting for. As a Northlander, he directly took out a box of vodka from the box.
Six bottles.
The fierce man's eyes widened.
"Does one of you have to die if you drink?"
"Chen Mo has three bottles and I have two bottles and you have one." Ivanov couldn't help but take out the wine bottles and start distributing them to everyone. After the distribution was completed, he pointed to the roasted sizzling beef leg bone: "The bone marrow goes with the wine."
The fierce man looked at the vodka in his hand and his face began to twitch.
