In fact, when the first round of artillery fire came, except for Jiang Bao and three other veterans who were from the army, they instinctively jumped into the crater to escape. The other seven people still raised their middle fingers and cursed Tang Lang without any other reaction.
Naturally, the shock waves generated by the explosion of hundreds of missiles and hundreds of energy cannons that rushed towards them tore them apart on the battlefield.
The 50% realistic pain and cold death experience made the seven rookies who woke up turn as white as a piece of paper, and then looked at the screen in the data space, which showed that their reactions were much faster than theirs.
After luckily escaping a round of artillery fire, the four companions faced hundreds of charging mechas. They emptied all their ammunition in vain, and were beaten to death by the energy cannons of the mechas that came like a tide.
With the fragments broken, there is no chance of any close combat.
This battlefield is a battlefield where death is inevitable. There is no chance of survival. Not to mention their eleven intermediate level three mecha masters, even their eleven senior mecha masters cannot guarantee that they will be able to fight in a fully equipped mecha.
The battalion survived the attack of 180 mechas.
However, they didn't have much time to scold Tang Lang. When the last four mechas were torn into pieces, they only gave the rookies on the battlefield and the veterans on the battlefield ten minutes to rebuild their minds.
The collective was thrown onto the battlefield.
This time, they learned a little better, no matter what, they found the bunker first. Naturally, this was beneficial. At least they lasted 20 seconds longer than the first time, and they were 20 seconds away from the last one.
The mecha was blown up.
Yes, this is the training Tang Lang named "Death Experience".
In the next three days, there will be nothing else. They will be tested by death again and again just like Tang Lang.
If they don't want to suffer the coldness of death, they can only try to survive for a while in the attack of tens of times the mecha. The 72-hour time is fixed. The longer they survive in each round of attacks, the more they will experience.
The number of deaths will be fewer.
Maybe the hand speed of control will not be qualitatively improved, but in the face of the cold threat of death, they must be forced to use all their potential to learn to become a warrior, even a warrior who must die.
72 hours is still too short, and it is not enough to hone them into fierce warriors who can survive real artillery fire, but it is enough to hone their originally weak psychology into something stronger.
Tang Lang used death as a chopping board, and beat the fragile hearts of a group of rookies on it repeatedly to remove impurities and turn them into fine steel.
This training model of repeated death is rarely used even in the military. That is because not everyone's heart is strong enough to face death again and again. Only the most elite soldiers are qualified to accept this kind of treatment.
Psychologically devastating training.
But Tang Lang used it regardless. First of all, these people are the elite among the elite selected from the hundreds of millions of students and soldiers in the entire federation. If they are not good, then there will not be many people.
It works; secondly, he has hob meat.
The battlefield seems to be a training ground opened by Tang Lang with the approval of the Central Intelligent Brain. In fact, it has been quietly transferred to the data space of Hoborou. What remains in the Canxing Intelligent Brain data is just the virtual data provided by Hoborou.
The powerful data computing power of the powerful alien artificial intelligence is enough to blind the eyes of the top five smart brains on the planet.
In the data space of Hoo Dao Rou, everyone's psychology is closely monitored. Once anyone appears to be about to collapse, he will be kicked out of the data space, which naturally means that his training is over.
Tang Lang persisted for more than a month under the siege of hundreds of mechas, and died thousands of times. If they can't even reach one-tenth of their own, what qualifications do they have to be called among the elites?
The elite? It is normal that they cannot advance from the top 16.
With Hu Daorou as the chief instructor, at least Tang Lang doesn't have to be tied to the data space and watch a bunch of rookies being beaten into pieces by gunfire time and time again.
After watching ten consecutive rounds of rookies being blown away by the Jiepen mecha that rushed into the position like a tide, Tang Lang nodded with satisfaction and left the data space. The fat man was still waiting for him outside.
Outside the online training simulation room of the Guwu Association, Fatty paced back and forth while rubbing his hands, waiting for Tang Lang. He was obviously a little excited. Tang Lang had told him before that a company was going to be established, and he, Zhu Yidao, would become the legal person of this company.
This is the rhythm of becoming a ce0 and reaching the pinnacle of life! All it takes is marrying Bai Fumei.
Of course, the fat man has not yet thought of the possibility of surpassing his cheap father. He only has a few million credit points in total now. Even if it expands a thousand times immediately, it will only be a few billion. How can he and
Can he be compared to the behemoths of the top mecha manufacturing companies in the federation owned by his cheap dad?
Not to mention private procurement of engineering and agricultural mechas, for military procurement alone, the smallest batch is tens of thousands of units, and the balance owed alone can be in the billions.
"Let's go!" Tang Lang walked out of the simulation room, waved to the fat man who felt that he had reached the peak of his self-esteem, and led the way out.
“Boss, what is our company’s main business?”
"Look, do I want to be stationed in the company?"
"But I'm currently a student in a military academy, and it's not suitable for me to be running around all the time. Do you think I should recruit an assistant to the president to help?"
The fat man walked out of the school gate and headed to Qingcheng District, sitting on a retro wheeled car. He was as excited as a curious baby, asking questions like a barrage of questions.
"Isn't it best for the president's assistant to be a girl? The kind that looks like a flower?" Tang Lang looked at the fat man in a funny way.
"Then why are you so embarrassed? Just like a flower, don't be too jade-like." The fat man lowered his eyebrows and rubbed his hands with joy.
"Okay, it will be as you wish!" Tang Lang smiled slightly.
Spring has arrived for me! The fat man turned to look out the car window. Although the Qingcheng District in late autumn had begun to become desolate, it still couldn't stop him from looking forward to the future, which brought tears to his eyes.
As everyone knows, the eleven people in the data space already hate a certain fat man, including a certain fat man's good friend Jiang Bao. Looking at the fat man who was lying on the ground on the edge of the position and laughing at them as they began to dig holes to avoid artillery fire, the battle network system
Jiang Bao, codenamed "Eagle Eleven", secretly swore that when he walked out of here, he would make Fatty look good.
Hobby Rou, who is used to appearing as a white fat man, modified his face to a certain extent in order to deceive others. To put it bluntly, it just made him a little rounder. Then, the perfectly looking Fatty Zhu went online.
As Tang Lang's younger brother, the mean-mouthed Fatty Zhu is now quite famous among the freshmen, and his appearance is in line with the current situation.
At least in Guan Zhirou's opinion, it is better than Tang Lang, whose face is so indifferent that it makes people's hearts beat with chills. The daughter of a military family knows that an iron-blooded soldier like Tang Lang, once transformed into an instructor, will definitely be more powerful than the devil.
It's scary. In their eyes, there are only qualified and unqualified people. So what's the difference between men and women?
But no one expected that the fat white man with the name "Zhu Yidao" was ten times more evil than the devil.
"Hey, little girl! Where do you think this is? Pushing the back seat of the mecha so high? Are you afraid that the enemy's cannon can't hit it?"
The fat man's shouting voice almost prevented Guan Zhirou from blasting him.
"Little Eagle! I thought you were a real man of iron blood, but why, the enemies are about to rush up, and you are still hiding in a mouse hole! Why don't you go up and kill them with your knife!"
Ying XI, who was hiding in the anti-gun hole dug on the side of the crater and was about to sneak attack on a Jiepen mecha, was so depressed that he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood. Although this is a battlefield where death is inevitable, this training ground also has regulations. If you kill, you must
For the number of Jiepen mechas, you will be rewarded with points. The points can be exchanged for repair time, and everyone can rest for a while. When the damn fat man roared, the already very smart NPC naturally paid attention.
"Little monkey! I'm not talking about you! You're the only one with the surname Yuan. Don't be so afraid of death. Oh, you want to get your carbine back! This is a good trick!"
Yuan Chongzhi, who was running hard and looking for an opportunity, wanted to turn around and kill a Jiepen mecha with a knife. He watched the NPC who was reminded stop and was then surrounded by a group of mechas and sadly chopped into pieces.
As a result, everyone's hatred quickly transferred from Tang Lang to this fat man who was mean-mouthed and evil. So much so that the first thing Guan Zhirou did after escaping from the data space was to issue a reward order on the Star Network, but
Anyone who can beat a fat man, whether in real life or on the Internet, Miss Guan is willing to have dinner with him.
Although Guan Zhirou has short hair, she looks like a tough woman at first glance, but from another perspective, she is synonymous with heroic appearance. Even leaving aside her appearance, which is not bad at all, she also has a major general security commander behind her back.
Yeah! Having dinner with her is almost an opportunity to show off yourself.
Are the little roosters crowing without excitement?
The other ten people also quickly joined the bounty camp, ranging from credit point rewards to network point rewards, but the goals were surprisingly the same.
Private fights are not allowed in the academy, but there is no such restriction on the Internet. The eleven bounty orders caused Fatty to be overwhelmed by the overwhelming challenge as soon as he went online. The dignified intermediate level two mecha master was even a junior level one.
He dared to challenge even the highest level people, so Fatty did nothing for the whole weekend. He was fighting a bunch of low-level guys, and he almost collapsed from exhaustion.
Fatty is so aggrieved. Why did he offend those eleven guys? It was obviously the training camp arranged by Boss Lang! Could it be that he thinks I am easy to bully?
The fat man was so aggrieved that he gave up in the end. The low-level challenge list had reached beyond 10,000 people. There were still dozens of challenge letters of the same level and a dozen intermediate first-level mecha masters waiting for him.
He passed.
Among them, more than ten people from the ancient martial arts club, led by Mingyue Shang, chose to "fight in a nest"!
In her words, if you can compete with a fat man and get a reward, why not do it?
The fat man didn't dare to go online for a month. He even wore a standard combat helmet when leaving the academy for the next month. Someone was so shameless that he threw a black line at him!
The instigator, Hu Daorou, laughed so hard that he fell down. Is it so fun to let people take the blame?
In fact, it was at this moment, when the fat man arrived at the end of the field, that he realized that his eyes were filled with tears, and it was considered that he had expressed his emotions in vain.
Boss Lang, you are so unreasonable. Not only did you say "the beauty is hidden in the golden house", but you still let him take the blame.