How many people are happy and sad.

The happy man was eating with chicken legs and steak, and his mouth was full of oil. For example, Sophia was holding a chicken leg in his hand, talking about the afternoon training plan with a roar.

The worried person can only watch the food drool hard, and then swallow it into his stomach, and the more he swallows, the more he becomes, the hungry he gets.

Half an hour after lunch.

Everyone is concentrated in the training room.

Sofia announced the afternoon training content and rules.

"This afternoon, we conduct practical virtual mirroring training, random ring 1V1, and the top 30 can rest tomorrow afternoon. Those ranked 31 to 60, congratulations, at least you have dinner, those ranked 60, sorry, you can only drink water and get full tonight.

The training rules will be like this tomorrow. If you feel that you can't stick to it, you can apply to leave the team. You can participate in the promotion training camp next month."

In fact, the elimination rate for general promotion training camps below the bronze mecha is very low, and at most about one-fifth of them are eliminated. However, if you train according to Sofia, half of these 100 people can successfully advance, even if it is high-yield, after all, someone will definitely be hungry every day.

However, Sophia has her own considerations.

The reason why soldiers need to meet the standards of strength and military merits in order to achieve the qualifications of soldiers is that strength is the premise for being able to exert the power of armor, and military merits indicate the comprehensive battlefield abilities of the mecha warrior, including physical skills, tactics, and adaptability.

Both are actually indispensable, but today's primary training camps basically only focus on the power system, and as for strategies and tactics, they are not strictly required.

Sofia believes that the purpose of the training camp is to eliminate unqualified soldiers and let them return to the primary battlefield to continue training. In fact, the more harsh they are, the more protection they are. Otherwise, once they advance, they will be sent to a dangerous battlefield planet, which is really unqualified as cannon fodder.

Fang Zhishen put on his helmet and felt dark in front of him. When his vision slowly became clear, he saw stars and lush bushes.

A stream flowed by not far away, and the sound of frogs croaking one after another was very pleasant.

This turned out to be a scene in the northern valley of the virtual earth.

Everything is so real that you can even smell the fragrance of rice flowers.

Opposite Fang Zhishen, there was a female team member with a very good figure. After seeing Fang Zhishen, she cursed in disgrace. But she still remembered that the man in front of her defeated Sco, the best among them, with one move.

The beauty didn't eat lunch. If there was no dinner, she would have been hungry for a long night. So the girl's eyes turned and she opened the collar of her uniform with her hands, revealing a deep groove.

Then the lotus steps swung lightly, and the round and powerful TUN part twisted. Every time it trembled, it showed its amazing elasticity to the man in front of it.

Fang Zhishen swallowed, licked his lips, his throat was a little itchy and his lips were a little dry.

"Hi! Fang Zhishen, right?"

"Ahem! Yes!"

"Brother Fang, let me have this game. I didn't even eat lunch and starved to death!"

"Uh...this...this..."

"Brother Fang, do you think I'm beautiful?"

While talking, the beauty slapped her hind TUN twice, causing a stir, and then continued to say in a seductive voice:

"As long as you give me this game, you can come to my room tonight and let you taste my skills, okay?"

"good..."

Fang Zhishen stared at the flesh and opened his mouth and said something good.

The beauty smiled and rushed to Fang Zhishen's neck with a knife in her hand. Her movements were very gentle and not fast at all. In her opinion, this was a sure deal.

However, as soon as her knife was handed out slowly, she heard two words followed by the word "good" opposite, and it was connected to it and it was "What a f*ck."

Then there was nothing, because Fang Zhishen's knife had cut off the head of the beautiful woman in the virtual space and was still beheaded. Fang Zhishen seemed to have some strange persistence towards this behavior.

After the beauty was stabbed by a knife, she was immediately kicked out of the virtual space. A hysterical scolding immediately sounded in the hall of the training room: "Fang Zhishen, I, XXXXXX, your mother! Yin Mom!"

Fang Zhishen won a victory, and leisurely exited the virtual space, ignored the beauty's scolding and immediately started to line up for the second game.

After winning three games in a row, he can rest in advance. He is not tired or lazy, but he thinks that competing with these guys is a waste of time. He would rather use this time to exercise for a while to worship the Fox Moon or to increase his boxing power by gravity training.

The second scene is a virtual scene of "Sand in the desert is like snow". The sword wind blows and snowflakes fill it. Unfortunately, there is a man on the other side.

The opponent was a soldier who was gathered in a group with Sko and the others at the beginning. He was about the same height as Fang Zhishen, but he was much stronger. His name was Pei Qing. Like Sko, he was also a private, but he had met the special military merit requirements and his strength was close to the passing line. He was only one month away from the training camp. He used gravity facilities to improve his strength. After graduation, he could get advanced armor.

In Pei Qing's opinion, Sko's loss to Fang Zhishen was definitely an accident.

As a veteran on the battlefield, he had already figured out the principle of the sword used by Sofia and Fang Zhishen. Although he could not grasp such exquisite power and posture control, he knew that the same trick would be absolutely useless to him.

He looked at Fang Zhishen and said casually:

"Armor competition or body competition?"

Fang Zhishen looked at Pei Qing who was full of confidence and said indifferently:

"random."

Pei Qing raised his lips and said:

"Then, let's compete in the mechas. There is no physical force to suppress this space. If you don't need mechas to fight, you'll bully you too much."

Fang Zhishen still answered two words: "Ask."

Although Pei Qing said beautifully, he is actually better at mecha warfare. He is a recognized expert in mecha usage in their company. He is flexible and quick, and has a very accurate grasp of space.

This is a kind of talent, just like Fang Zhishen. From the first day he put on the mecha, he can reach the state of unity of human armor, like an arm to finger.

Click on the armor battle mode, and the two of them quickly covered with a layer of silver-shining mecha, and beside them, there are a row of weapon racks, with a wide variety of weapons on them, but they are all cold weapons.

Pei Qing wandered around the weapon stand and finally chose a quick sword.

The so-called fast sword is very similar to a Western sword. The sword body is slender and soft, light but flexible but flexible, and difficult to defend. Generally, only a small number of master warriors above the bronze mecha use this fast sword as their main weapon. After all, against aliens, a quick fight and a quick strike is the safest one-killing blow, and it is difficult for a fast sword to do this, so the sword is still the most mainstream weapon.

However, against humans, this fast sword has a great advantage. If you take advantage of the situation, it is easy to cause damage through the gaps in the mecha joints and destroy the mecha's defense. Pei Qing is confident that his speed should be able to complete the battle to kill Fang Zhishen within ten rounds.

In the training room, some soldiers who failed or successfully withdrew from the martial arts space saw their instructor Sofia looking carefully at a screen on the wall, and they couldn't help but gathered over.

"Ha, it's Pei Qing. He chose the fast sword. He is such a smart guy."

"Pei Qing belongs to our camp. Although his personal physical strength is not as good as Sko, his performance on the mecha battlefield is much better than Sko. Our battalion commander asked us to learn the spatial imaginary theory of mecha from Pei Qing, and through consciousness, he can understand the actual size of mechas, so he can be very familiar with the amplitude and distance of his movements."

"I have also heard of him. I have also read his paper on using mechas. It is highly respected in the recruit circle. Fang Zhishen is a third-class private. He must have no hope for fighting Pei Qing's mechas."

"It's hard to say, he defeated Sco in one move before!"

"Fang Zhishen made a coincidence to defeat Sco. At that time, Sco had just been beaten up by the instructor. He was uneasy and was eager to win, so he was defeated by the same move. This also shows that Fang Zhishen's tactics are still a little capable, but he still has no chance in the face of the absolute strength of the mecha using masters."

Sophia heard their savvy comments and couldn't help but feel excited, and suddenly turned around and said:

"I am a banker, and the bet on the winning or losing of Zhishen and Pei Qing is unlimited, not limited to money. For example, students who may not have the chance to have dinner today, if you bet on winning, then I will allow you to eat today's dinner, but if you lose, I'm sorry! The dinner tomorrow will not be available!"
Chapter completed!