"This is the first time that humans on earth have left their homeland and fought for their own freedom. You are the spear and shield of mankind. You are the end of the old and the new beginning of mankind. For those alien species who try to control mankind, although we
If you are far away, you will be killed!"
The speech of the demon named Ling Mei is being broadcast live on the suspended image in front of her. I don’t know where she got the confidence to say such things in front of all mankind. Isn’t she an alien? And the entire earth has been invaded by her.
Are you under control? Can you please give me a little face?
"What I just said is all nonsense. I did this just to satisfy your desire to fight, so please enjoy the war. Finally, I wish you good health and goodbye."
The live broadcast ended, and only Lingmei's Q-version avatar remained on the screen, with a very unhappy expression.
You may not believe it, but this avatar is the logo of our planetary landing combat force. The only ones who can use this kind of thing as an army logo are these crazy women. As for the avatars of the other so-called nine goddesses, they are assigned to
The space force, aviation force, armored force, etc. that belong to the unit are included. What is even weirder is that the organization of this army we formed is extremely simple. Millions of people are all called "Planetary Landing Combat Forces", and then they are simply divided into Marine Corps, Armored Forces, etc.
, aviation force, space force, special forces, that’s all.
For example, our Marine Corps... Although I don't know why we still call it that, those crazy women call us "Ma Run Ma Run" every day, and tell us not to think of ourselves as human beings, but as some inferior humanoid walking upright on two feet.
Fighting beast, isn't this an insult?
Hey! This becomes too far-fetched as soon as it gets angry. For example, the Marine Corps has a squad of twelve people, which is the most basic organizational unit; ten squads form a squadron, ten squadrons form a group, and ten groups form a team.
, ten teams form a group army. Each group army is organized in order from the beginning until it is completed. The same is true for the sub-units. There will never be any jumping numbers. This kind of organization is very precise, and no one can
There will be more, and no one will be missing. Other troops will be organized exactly according to this arrangement, without taking into account the differences in arms types.
The female psychos probably invented a transport platform for accurate counting, which is the big box I'm in now. It was nicknamed the "Multi-Function Infantry Box" by the soldiers, but they preferred to call it the "Marine Home"
.This box can carry twelve soldiers, no matter what the configuration of the arms, only twelve are packed in. Everyone inside is fully armed and stuck on the wall with a fixed device, and will not come loose no matter how violent the vibration is.
I have to say that this design is quite considerate. As for why, it is because we will be thrown down with people and boxes after a while, which is the so-called orbital airborne. I don’t want to be shaken into meatballs inside.
We boarded a small transport ship with ten such boxes in total, and were accompanied by twenty transport ships and five warships. Five hours ago we were loaded onto the ship on the magical planet of female psychos.
Now we have crossed a distance of countless light years and arrived at the territory of aliens. After a while, we will have to pick up weapons and start fighting with strange enemies.
I'm really unlucky. Two months ago, I was sitting in front of the computer, drinking Coke and taunting the military blind with my rich knowledge. Suddenly a window popped up on the screen, saying "You want to experience it for yourself"
The charm of war? Do you want to fight with real guns and live ammunition?" In this case. I thought it was a pop-up advertisement for a new game, so I clicked "Yes" without hesitation. The result was accompanied by a spin,
I was somehow transported to a training base on another planet, and then forced to start hellish training.
Those crazy women really didn’t treat us as human beings. Training was done step by step. As a result, on the first day we arrived there, the crazy instructor who was in charge of us made us run in circles around the training ground.
, until she falls down, and whoever dares to stop her whip will beat you to pieces from a distance.
Not to mention, the lack of exercise has become an advantage for me. Because of my poor physical fitness, I fell down after running for a while. The crazy woman in charge of us grabbed me from the air like a puppy and threw me away.
Get into a large tank filled with some kind of high-tech liquid, and then continue to torture other people.
However, this luck was only temporary. Within a few minutes, the crazy woman wearing a COS uniform that looked like a revealing military uniform came over and kicked the jar I was soaking in. We were struggling to squeeze together like whales washed ashore by the waves.
Together.
The female psycho started to use a whip to drive us to line up to do push-ups, which was not good for me. I didn’t have much energy at all, and I really couldn’t do many push-ups, and her instructions were to achieve muscle dissolution.
So far. Is this something humans do? Didn’t they try to kill us right from the start? So someone protested, and guess what? The guy’s arm was torn off by a psychotic woman, and then he
He was thrown into that big glass jar, and his arms grew back under our horrified gaze. The crazy woman even proudly said to us: "Just practice to death, and we will be responsible for curing you!"
"
So no one dared to make irresponsible remarks anymore. We could only use our little perseverance to support this kind of disabling training. Some people kept falling unconscious and some were beaten by crazy women.
We were crippled and then thrown into a jar. There was no one on the training ground who had not had their arms and legs broken several times, and there was no one who had not been choked and insulted by a psychotic woman. At that time, we only had one thing in mind, and that was to simply die.
Forget it, this kind of physical and mental torture is really going to drive us crazy! With this kind of thinking, some people in the team began to deliberately provoke female psychopaths, such as rushing up to attack the breasts with a lewd smile, thinking like this
A cruel guy will kill himself when he gets angry, right? As a result, the crazy woman was surprisingly calm and said, "I have an idea, I want to torture you in a different way", and then actually jumped in front of us
Started pole dancing!
To be honest, that crazy woman is really a dreamy sexy beauty, but usually we don’t even think about it. But it’s different now~ The guy deliberately flirted in front of us without saying anything, and kept saying that only island countries
A scream that can only be heard in a short movie... No, it should be said to be more charming than in a short movie. And that guy smells super sweet. All 120 people in our squadron can smell the lust-inducing scent on her.
The smell of body and other sweaty and earthy smells were all suppressed by this strange fragrance.
Physiological reactions are inherently difficult to control, and it is even more so when faced with a top performer like her. We all set up tents one by one and began to have random thoughts in our minds. However, at this time, the lunatic gave us an order: "Fifteen seconds
I'm withering inside." Damn, you can't do this! Even if you are really impotent, you may not be able to do it! How can you fall under the temptation of a slut like you! Isn't this immoral?
Later, all one hundred and twenty of us were kicked out of our balls by this psychotic woman. The pain was much stronger than all the previous pains combined.
We train seven days a week, from dawn to noon, and in the afternoon we learn military theoretical knowledge, but this does not mean that we can relax. Let’s not talk about the completely unfamiliar regulations of space operations and planetary landing operations. The female psycho is actually
We are also required to learn all vehicle operation knowledge, everything! Except for those giant space battleships that can only be controlled by themselves, we have to learn to drive everything from transport ships to jeeps, and this kind of learning does not include practical learning.
Just memorize the operation manual! You said memorizing the memorization of cars and tanks is still acceptable, but how can you memorize something like "10,000 common faults and emergency treatment methods of dark matter reactors"? This is completely beyond the current knowledge system of mankind.
Is the stuff good?
There is also the model classification and performance indicators of the multi-functional infantry box. Mud’s crap looks exactly the same from the outside! Who knows what’s inside if it’s not unfolded? Besides, the differences between these things
Isn't it just that the things inside are different? The basic framework is universal? Why do we need to divide it into type one, type two, type A, type A, type B, type A, type two, type B, and type B, type two?
Is it a change to have a defensive machine gun? Damn it, just remove a searchlight and it becomes Type B? Isn’t this equivalent to changing my name if I wear sunglasses and shave my head? Why do you say that although the change is small, the combat parameters are different?
?Then when I wear sunglasses and shave my head, it can be said that it enhances the ability to resist strong light and enhances heat dissipation!
But don’t mention it, after half a month, this kind of abusive training really turned our fat nerds into inverted triangle muscular men. I know that normal training will definitely not have such an effect, but we don’t do it here.
It’s normal! If I have to say it, we basically experience the process of near-death and rebirth every day. I don’t know what the liquid in the jar is, but its ability to repair and strengthen the body is really great, obviously every day
He was made crippled, but all the original problems with him were gone.
Of course, improvement in physical fitness does not mean that we can face training calmly. Our current weight-bearing training has become a team lifting a car...
I don’t know what those crazy people are thinking, but they seem to be deliberately destroying our sense of accomplishment and cohesion. Our dormitory is an unexpectedly luxurious six-person room, but they stipulate that we are not allowed to have any form of contact with other people in the dormitory.
communication, and we will re-arrange strange roommates every week. This means that every week we are training with people we don’t know at all. Once we develop trust and tacit understanding with each other, it means having to work with
The other party said goodbye.
As for the ideological education every night, those crazy women never told us about missions, honors or other motivating things. Instead, they gave us various documentaries that we didn’t know where to get, from ancient times.
Cold weapons have everything from exploding planets to sci-fi. The main focus of the film is basically how soldiers died tragically, how civilians died tragically, how cities were destroyed, and how those who controlled the war regarded life as nothing.
Instilled by this kind of gloomy and desperate thoughts, we are becoming more and more anxious and fearful of the coming war. Now that the training is so cruel, how terrible must the real combat be? No one complains anymore.
Everyone began to train and study with all their strength, just to get a chance to survive on the battlefield in the future.
"An act of war is an irresistible force. We will not provide complete resurrection services, so please try your best to survive."
This is what female psychopaths say, so we don’t want to die. I did once fantasize about bravely killing the enemy on the battlefield and making achievements, but now I realize that I may very well be the "enemy" who was killed.
Surprisingly, our food is not very good. There is a buffet with hundreds of dishes every day in the cafeteria. Although the crazy women who cook always look at us like we are trash when eating, the food they cook is really good.
The food is exceptionally delicious. Every meal is a salvation for us. As long as we eat these exquisite dishes, enthusiasm and hope will be rekindled in our hearts, and the pain and fatigue on our bodies will disappear.
Less. These delicious delicacies have now become the only driving force to support our survival.
"In order to eat something like this, no matter how hard, tired or desperate, we have to persevere." This is what everyone thinks.
I don’t know why, these crazy women only let us do physical training, but they didn’t teach us any combat skills at all. In addition to teaching us how to shoot, they didn’t even practice crawling through barbed wire! Until the first three days of going to the battlefield.
, she took us to a simulation venue and asked each of us to run around in it, shoot a few shots, throw grenades and so on. After recording the required time, she smiled and said to each of us: "Congratulations!
Become a qualified soldier."
At that time, I really wanted to slap her in the face, and someone did so with a gun, but the guy was immediately torn into a stick and thrown into the jar.
Seriously, how qualified are we? Apart from having good physical fitness, being numb to injuries and being able to fly an airplane and a tank (theoretically), we don’t have any combat experience, okay? We’ve never conducted a single combat simulation, okay? You
Do you know how we learn combat tactics in a microgravity environment? We play a game called "Call of Destiny: Endless War". Can you believe it? And the qualifying standard is to clear the game in one life without loading files? Is this called military?
Training? Is this also called military training?
Now, we are put on combat uniforms, stuffed into boxes, loaded onto the ship, and are about to arrive at the battlefield. The speech of the biggest psycho named Lingmei "motivated" our morale very well. I miss my computer and my phone very much now.
There is also my cup with a little yellow duck pattern on it. I really want to go home now.
I really don’t want to go to war now, but I have to go to war, just like all soldiers in history, I can’t help but choose.