Once again, I entered the familiar steel hall.

(Shocked, the system's appearance rate hits a new high.)

On the screen, the countdown is just right to zero.

Immediately afterwards, a rapid alarm sounded throughout the space and suddenly returned to peace a few seconds later.

Zheng Yingqi looked around the space and asked in anger: "Are you exhausted?"

As soon as the voice fell, the electronic sound rang:

"The trial mission is on!"

"Mission Background: Black Hawk Down."

"Task Identity: Sergeant of the B Company H, 3rd Battalion of the 75th Regiment, Oliver Moore."

"Task time: Starting from August 30, 1993, ending at 06:30 on October 4."

"Task: None! You will live as a US sergeant from August 30 to October 4. The mission score will be based on your performance during the mission."

"Task Reward: The probability of opening danger sensing is up to 40%, guaranteed to 5%. All attributes +1."

Zheng Yingqi was full of questions. After the electronic sound finally stopped, he immediately asked: "Hey, what's going on? What's going on with the background of the mission? What's going on with the identity of the mission or the time of the mission?"

This is a change that Zheng Yingqi has never encountered before. His previous tasks were all "predictive" in nature, but this time, how could he suddenly have a task background or something like that?

Unexpectedly, the electronic sound actually answered his question:

"The trial mission will be a whole new world."

"A brand new world?" Zheng Yingqi was stunned and asked, "What should I do here? It's been more than a month. I can't let me disappear for so long for some reason, right?"

"The system will generate a replica and stay in the main world. After the task is over, you will automatically inherit all the experiences of the replica."

"That's fine," Zheng Yingqi breathed a sigh of relief, remembered the three words "main world" that he just explained, and asked: "What's going on in this main world?"

I thought that after the first exchange, the question and answers would last, so I just took the opportunity to understand the system well. It has been more than three years, and I only know how to publish a task, and asking questions is like a mute!

But unexpectedly, after asking, not only did I wait for the answer, but the damn electronic sound began to count down.

“10,9,8…2,1,0!”

"The trial mission is on!"

The strong white light suddenly exploded, even more dazzling than a flash bomb. After everything calmed down, the eyes were still in a state of blazing white, but memories were forced into my mind.

[My name is Oliver Moore. I am currently a member of the B Company H, 3rd Battalion of the 75th Ranger Regiment. My companions are Matt Evansman, Casa Joyce, Jeff McClavlin...]

The huge information made Zheng Yingqi immerse himself in a while before slowly accepting it. When he subconsciously opened his eyes after accepting these messages, a twist suddenly occurred around him. When the twist calmed down, Zheng Yingqi was shocked to find that he appeared in a Mercedes-Benz Hummer, and several US troops were sitting around him.

They were wearing desert camouflage, Kevlar body armor, helmets, and holding hands and talking boredly.

"Hi, Moore, if you are motion sick, I can change it with you. At least it is easier for me to vomit here." A sergeant shouted at Zheng Yingqi, and the others laughed.

Zheng Yingqi stayed for a few seconds before he realized that the other party was talking about himself. He shrugged and said in skillful English:

"Goodell, thank you for your kindness, but I think you need it more."

It was the gossip again, and Zheng Yingqi mixed in and listened to useful messages, occasionally deliberately quarreling with people, and putting some useful messages.

While complaining and talking, he gradually got to know the current situation.

As mentioned in the mission identity, he is a member of the B Company H Detachment of the 3rd Rangers Battalion. Currently, the entire 3rd Battalion is on his way to Mogadishu. Mogadishu is referred to as Moga for abbreviated as Moga. Zheng Yingqi used it for a while before he understood the meaning of Moga.

After learning about it, Zheng Yingqi slowly closed his eyes and had a fake sleep, and slowly recalled "Black Hawk Down" in his heart.

[Black Hawk Down is a movie, adapted from real events, and the prototype is a military operation carried out by the US military in Mogadishu, Somalia on October 3, 1993.

Zheng Yingqi, who is old A, naturally understood the action, and the action is probably:

On the afternoon of October 3, the US military assembled 19 aircraft of various types, 9 Hummers and 3 5T trucks, and launched an attack on the target, but fell into the vast ocean of the People's War. Finally, after dark, a rescue operation was launched. A large number of friendly troops rescued the trapped US troops. During this period, two black hawks fell and several were injured. In addition, a total of 19 US troops were killed and 1 was captured.]

Thinking about these silently, Zheng Yingqi was puzzled. He didn't know what he was thrown in for - no task, and evaluation depends on performance. What the hell is this?

[Trial Mission? What is a Trial Mission?]

Zheng Yingqi was even more confused about these four words. He had a training task and had also experienced primary combat tasks, but why did he have another trial task?

Could it be because of the death and injury rate in the Black Hawk's fall?

It's nonsense!

Compared with the militia in Mogadishu, the US military has a strong air force advantage and firepower advantage. Although the entire operation seems to be in a vast ocean after the failure, facing the offensive of militia, the US military can withstand the attack of countless militias with the support of the air force, and the danger coefficient is not high at all!

He racked his brains and didn't understand the system's intentions. Zheng Yingqi sighed melancholy and simply did not waste his precious brain cells on it.

It’s better to be familiar with the environment and the people around you first.

After finishing his sleep, Zheng Yingqi deliberately started to chat and started chatting in the Hummer. He scattered around, continued to collect information, and confirmed the memory that was forced in his mind one by one.

What a boring and necessary job!

Three hours later, the Hummer convoy arrived at the destination of the trip, at the airport on the edge of Mogadishu, where the Joint Army Command was located, and the task force composed of Rangers would be stationed in the hangar around the command for a period of time in the future, waiting for the command's orders at any time and obeying the command's dispatch.

"Guys, this is our future dormitory, how about it?" Deputy platoon leader Sidney Bowen pointed to the huge hangar and said to the 13 members of the H team.

Bowen also serves as the captain of the H team. This elite team is composed of many non-commissioned officers and professional sergeants. Only the wireless telephone service Jason Moore is a first-class private. In order to distinguish Oliver Moore (Zheng Yingqi), the telephone service service is also called Tubak Weifu, because he often chews tobacco leaves in his mouth.

Qualified Sergeant Matt Evansman shrugged and said, "What a wonderful place, maybe bigger than my future villa - this place is really a shit-like place!"

In other units, sergeants, sergeants and others were already the pillars of the same squad, but in the Rangers, this highly non-commissioned unit, veteran drivers like Evansman were just ordinary soldiers.

The soldiers of the H team laughed out loud, McClavlin hugged Zheng Yingqi and said, "More, do you like this place?"

Zheng Yingqi said truthfully: "I think this place is much better than a tent!"

"Well, you're an optimistic guy."

A group of people walked into the hangar.

Zheng Yingqi, who was used to JFJ's neatness, had a first reaction after seeing the US military dormitory. She had a lot of beds in an orderly manner, but the messy and various debris and hanging curtains made her look like a refugee camp. The US military entering the front was lying on the bed casually, which added a bit of chaos.

Coupled with the messy sound, it made the buzzing place like hundreds of machines working together.

A sergeant led everyone from Team H to a bed area and patted the bed and said, "Your bed is here. If you need a mosquito net, go to the logistics department to collect it - gentlemen, there is still an hour to start meals. Please pack your things as soon as possible. If you miss the dinner time, you can only use cans to add a stomach to your stomach!"

"I hope the chef here will look like a little."

"I hate canned food!"

The team members were complaining habitually that Zheng Yingqi had already stepped forward, occupied the lower bunk, threw his bags on the bed, and began to pack up. The first-class private named Tubakweifu was too late to choose the upper bunk, so he chose the top bunk on Zheng Yingqi's bed.

This rude guy stepped on Zheng Yingqi's bed and turned upwards. Zheng Yingqi pulled him down with one hand: "Idiot!"

Seeing that Tubak Weifu was thrown aside by Zheng Yingqi pulling a chicken, the members of Team H laughed: "Tubak Weifu, get him!"

"Fuck him! He's eye-popping!"

What a group of boring guys who were idle and bored, Zheng Yingqi muttered in his heart, pointing to the idiot who offended him and said, "Idiot, next time I step here, if footprints appear on my bed, I don't mind having a serious and in-depth exchange with you!"

Tubak Weifu did not dare to fight back at Zheng Yingqi while making a fuss, but shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be careless: "OK! Sorry!"

While packing up, Zheng Yingqi said to the people who had just started to cheer: "It seems that after being in the car for so long, your bones are rusted. Come on, babies, if you are full of energy, let's go out to practice!"

"Wow, Moore is furious!"

"Hahaha, Moore, I bet you to win! Gentlemen, who would like to fight Moergan?"

"I'm eating melons and watching the show, who would like to go? Huha, go!"

Although there are many people making excuses, no one is willing to practice with Zheng Yingqi - obviously, in my memory, "More" is the one who can fight the most in the team, and it is true.

Looking at this situation, Zheng Yingqi smiled in his heart, haha, the American side really needs to establish his authority.
Chapter completed!