The central area of ​​the 1024 base is like a huge and hideous steel beast, full of technology.

On those three-dimensional transportation hubs covered with steel, military vehicles can be seen shuttle and return at any time. The lights shining like stars did not make the lights here look brilliant, but instead reflected the increasingly gloomy and grayish steel beast.

This! It's definitely not a comfortable place.

"Dadada..."

The sound of crisp leather shoes hitting the ground echoing in a building in the center of the base.

A woman with a graceful figure, charming appearance but lazy expression twisted her waist and walked in the corridor with a black set.

She stood in front of a door with the "Ministry of Affairs" written on the sign, and did not knock on the door. She pushed open the door casually and gave a soft military salute. She said as if she was not awake:

"Sergeant Sofia of the 8th Battalion reported!"

In the office, in addition to the original staff of the Affairs Department, there is also a gentle man with gold-rimmed glasses. He is Colonel Smith, one of the joint commanders of the 1024 base, and one of the top management staff at the base.

There is no real division commander within the main battlefield, that is, in the military bases within the Kuiper belt outside the solar system, and the highest level is the school officer in the Golden Armor.

Therefore, military bases within the main battlefield are managed by the joint command of the school officials.

When Colonel Smith, who had just been preparing to angrily scold the other party because he didn't knock on the door, smiled as fast as possible, coughed gently, and said with a smile:

"Oh, Sergeant Thompson reported that you performed well on the battlefield. The Joint Command Conference decided to transfer you to the base center as a soldier promotion instructor, and welcome you."

As he said that, Smith had already greeted Sergeant Thompson's family with all the women.

What performed well? It was Thompson who threatened to resign and even spoke out that he would rather commit suicide by drinking and beating Sophia away.

But in fact, it’s not Thompson’s fault. The main reason is that Sophia is crazy as soon as she goes on the battlefield. She has no sense of teamwork at all, but she is lost in her own battles and eight times. But she is also a terrible person with a strong backstage. She can’t scold her, but she can’t control her, and she can’t help but get rid of her accidents. Thompson is under great pressure.

Sophia leaned her shoulder against the door frame, and she had no intention of entering. Her face was lazy and she said in a hoarse voice:

"I don't, I'm going to the battlefield. Why am I here if I don't fight?"

Smith didn't dare to urge the young lady to say the words. She hurriedly slowed down her troops and said with a smile:

"Sergeant Sofia, you may have misunderstood the position of instructor. Entering the base center as an instructor does not mean that you do not participate in the battle with aliens. The fact is exactly the opposite."

Sofia's eyes lit up, and she looked obviously asleep:

"Oh? How do you say it?"

Smith said seriously:

"As an instructor, the promoted soldiers you train will be on standby at any time, and the tasks you accept are all high-difficulty blocking and annihilation battles, which are very dangerous. If Sergeant Sophia is worried that the task is too difficult, I can let you continue to return to the 8th Battalion to be your company commander."

Sophia stood straight, with strong politeness and decisive railway:

"Don't be afraid of difficulties, but not be afraid of difficulties! Sergeant Sophia accepted the position of instructor and was determined to do her best to complete all tasks!"

Smith wiped a cold sweat and asked: "Yes, the instructor and the promotion soldier are indeed difficult tasks, but... Hehehe, I will never send it to you. Huh, what do you do to me! Keeping you safe first."

But he said:

"Very good, humans need a brave and fearless soldier like you."

"It will definitely live up to expectations!"

Sofia saluted, turned and was about to leave, going to her camp to start her new job.

When Smith saw this ancestor leave, he felt tired. He sat on the chair and was about to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead when he saw Sophia running back again, and didn't come in at the door, and asked directly:

"There is a third-class private named Fang Zhishen who should also come to the training camp. Remember to transfer him to my camp."

After saying that, she smiled sweetly, which was her greatest kindness to others.

Smith now just wants to stabilize this terrible girl, so there is no reason to refuse to agree. Moreover, a private third-class person is just advancing to training, so what does it matter if he moves her camp?

After Sofia left, Smith asked the staff of the Department of Affairs:

"What is the background of the promotion to the training camp?"

The staff checked it and said:

"A soldier who suffers from amnesia due to battlefield stimulation has a blank background, but this record is really good."

Smith raised his eyebrows and didn't speak, but the staff immediately speeded up:

"He killed 118 aliens overnight, including twelve C-level electric eel aliens, seven B-level soft bugs and beetles. The Third Class Private directly reached the Second Class Military Awards, but his strength and quality were still a little short of the time to use intermediate armor."

Another older staff member of the Ministry of Affairs responded at this moment:

"Col. You said that such a good soldier is more appropriate to get Major Barrett's training camp?"

Another staff member nodded and said, "Yes, Sophia is just a sergeant, with limited combat experience and skills. She is not suitable for training such excellent soldiers. Don't be disabled by her."

Smith frowned and shook his head helplessly for a while:

"Hey, that girl called for someone. If she didn't give it to her, there might be some trouble. Even such awesome people couldn't control her, so she threw them into the army to change their temperament. This is really difficult for us! Give her the person, don't mess with her, that's it!"

.........

Three days later.

Fang Zhishen was assigned to his new address, which is the training camp where he was.

He stood on the high bedroom balcony overlooking the metal world below.

This is a view that he once saw in science fiction movies. Every building, every street, seems to be part of this huge machine.

This industrial scenery made Fang Zhishen slightly uncomfortable, and he still liked the green mountains and clear waters of the world.

However, since he traveled here, he had hardly seen green vegetation, except for the pretty good-looking aloe in his room.

The dormitories for the training of soldiers are all single accommodation, with a small area, a single bed, a table, and that's all, toilets, bathrooms, etc. are all public.

It is said that Titan has been transformed into an immigrant planet for nearly two hundred years. Because this Titan satellite has its own atmosphere, it is easy to transform. In real residential areas, it is covered with large areas of green plants, and 60% of the residential areas are on the ground. Unlike other planets' bases, most of them are underground cities.

Fang Zhishen knew that the 1024 base was only an hour's drive from the real Titan residential area, and he wanted to see what this future city looked like. However, he also knew very well that he would not have this opportunity before becoming a bronze-level non-commissioned officer.

The day and night here are completely different from the earth, but the humans here still maintain a 24-hour system, and the day and night indoors rely entirely on windows that can change color.

The windows in front of us become more and more transparent, proving that the earth's day is about to come.

"Lingling..."

The sirens sounded, Fang Zhishen put on his military uniform, breathed a long breath in front of the mirror, turned around and went out, and took the manned curvature elevator to the training ground...
Chapter completed!