83_83752 Under the guidance of several black-clothed instructors, the freshmen were taken to a white room with a row of egg-like cabins, and the hatch was open at the moment, as if waiting for their arrival.

After entering the device, the system will use three minutes to collect personal information from you, and at the same time, your personal holographic data will be generated in the system. In order to allow everyone to directly apply the results of the practice in the holographic environment to the actual training, the parameters of everyone in the system are the parameters of everyone in real life, and the pain setting is also 100%, please do not do anything beyond your ability because you are in a virtual environment. ”

A black-clothed instructor stood at the front and explained the use to the students, his expression looked no different from usual, but his heart had already exploded:

This is a military holographic training equipment under the military network! It's a complete arsenal of weapons, from the oldest weapons to the most cutting-edge weapons that are still being debugged, and according to the permissions granted, those who enter can try out weapons of all levels. In addition, there are a variety of holographic training grounds, as well as major classic battle virtual scenes, ordinary soldiers are not exposed to this system at all, this high-end combat readiness system is only available in military bases above four stars, every year in July * month, in order to compete for the use of this system, officers and soldiers of other bases can be said to have broken their heads.

Even they were granted initial access to the system after a year of service! And in front of me, these students who have only been at the base for a month are actually given such permissions lightly, this, this, this is unreasonable!

However, despite the turbulence in his heart, the psychological element he had trained in years of service still allowed him to control the expression on his face. They knew at least one thing by now, and that was this: that cold, dead-faced instructor must have a high rank.

Anyone who can open the right to use military holographic training equipment at any time has a military rank at least above brigadier general.

secretly woke up, but the black-clothed instructor's narration did not stop:

"Due to confidentiality regulations, all users are not allowed to use their real names on their devices, so please think about the identification name that you will use in your devices in advance."

After quickly digesting the words of the black-clothed instructors, and after getting two extra minutes of preparation time, the freshmen immediately entered the white egg-shaped cabin under the guidance of the black-clothed instructors.

Like his classmates around him, Mugen was also very excited to climb in~\(≧▽≦)/~

Like crawling into Uncle Ypsilon's belly, Mugan quickly climbed in. Seated in the only seat inside, Mogan felt the seat recline, his ankles, wrists, and head held in place by cold metal rings. This momentary feeling of being restrained startled many freshmen, but Mugan didn't have it at all.

For Mugan, who was raised by his parents since childhood, metal is the most relaxing texture for him.

When they were young, their home was destroyed countless times due to the harsh living conditions, countless times, Mugen was taken by his father and uncles to flee everywhere, the wind and sand were too big, Mugen was often put in the stomach by the uncles, it was dark and cold, but it was the place where Mugen felt safer.

Mugan remembered what had happened before, and he was stunned.

It's been a month since he left home, and he's homesick.

He shook his head, and then he felt more cold wires wrap around him.

That's the port, and Muggan knows it. He then closed his eyes, counted down to ten in his heart, and by the time he "opened" them again, he was already standing in another place.

He tried to stumble, and it felt no different than usual. I raised my hand and looked at it, and even a bruise from training a few days ago was still there.

Mugen looked at his body in admiration, and at this moment, a cold mechanical voice came from a position in the sky:

"The recruits are generated, may I ask your name?"

"Mughan." Mogan replied reflexively.

"This ID does not meet the naming rules, please change the name."

Mugen was stunned, and then he remembered that the system was not asking him what his name was, but asking him to name the virtual character.

"Olivia, I want to be called Olivia." He said the name he had come up with all the time.

"The character registration is complete, and in the next journey, I wish you good luck."

There was no lengthy explanation, and in the blink of an eye, Mugan was ejected from the room, and the next second he was standing in the middle of his classmates.

Mugen came relatively early, there were not many students on the scene, and the wallflower department that arrived relatively early seemed to be crowded at this time.

"We all love holographic games, and this kind of registration is not difficult for us at all." There is a lot more time to play than other departments, and the reason for the poor academic performance of these guide zhì wallflower departments has become a reason for them to come first.

"Well, I also like to play games~\(≧▽≦)/~" Mugen nodded in agreement.

Although the people have not yet arrived, but the students have already stood in their positions according to the usual practice, after a month of strict queue practice, they have developed some habits, obviously this habit is something that the instructors like to see, several instructors who arrived before them couldn't help but nod with secretly satisfaction.

However, they didn't have to wait long, and within ten minutes, the freshmen arrived one after another. Seeing where they are now, the freshmen all show the same curiosity.

They were now standing on the edge of a huge cliff, rocky and with little greenery nearby. At the signal of the instructor, they lined up in a line on the edge of the cliff.

"Today's training isn't going to be freehand climbing, is it? It's not right, I'm standing on the top of the cliff now, right? Could it be that they should return from the cliff to the bottom with their bare hands? Many of the freshmen muttered in their hearts at that time, and many of them immediately began to measure the height of the cliff with their eyes: it was easy for the prototype to fly down, but it was a little more difficult to go down in human form......

Just as the freshmen were imagining what would happen next, a thunderous sound came from below the cliff, and everyone couldn't help but look at the bottom of the cliff at the same time:

The yellow sand was bursting, but two black shadows were rolling the wind and sand at the same time and running quickly from opposite directions.

Is it a herd? That's what the freshmen thought at first, but as the shadows got closer, they finally saw that it wasn't a herd at all, but a human!

With their strong chests, their hearts and heads covered with rudimentary metal armor, and their left hand was a round shield and a great axe in their right, they rode swiftly from afar. The heavy footsteps of the terrain drakes on the ground, and the dust that rises like a fog envelops the team.

One thing the freshmen noticed was that they maintained a tight formation even in the midst of a fast march. Uniform movements, uniform equipment, these are two armies! Only a military can be so rigorous!

Realizing this, the freshmen immediately became excited. However, a month of training was not in vain, no matter how excited they were, their formation remained the same, and no one shouted, they quietly maintained their original formation and stood on the edge of the cliff watching the two teams below meet.

There were quite a lot of people on both sides, and I roughly estimated that there were 100,000 people!

The leader stood at the front of the team, behind him there was a soldier holding the battle flag high, accompanied by the leader's order, the flag bearer immediately waved the battle flag forward, and the army behind them immediately exploded with a long roar, accompanied by a roar, the two teams rushed forward frantically, the two black shadows merged into one in an instant, and the battle actually began!

It was an extremely brutal battle.

Without any high-tech weapons, soldiers can only rely on their strong bodies and long-trained fighting skills, and the huge shield is the only thing that can protect them, once shaken away, the fate that awaits them is only a tragic death.

The head was heavily looked at by the giant axe in the enemy's hand, and the body still holding the battle axe was like a doll that had lost its control, falling heavily in the dust, and the terrain dragon beast under the rider did not know the tragic death of his knight, and was still trying to bite the huge body of the terrain dragon beast on the opposite side.

The mutilated corpses gradually spread all over the battlefield, human, terrain dragons. The blood flowed like a river, and the originally yellow-brown dry earth was moistened with blood, and it vaguely looked like black fertile soil.

This is no longer a battle, but a war.

The leader of the team on the left eventually chopped off the head of the leader on the other side, holding his opponent's head high in the air, his eyes still wide in anger, and a beastly roar came out of his mouth.

Inspired by the leader's movements, his soldiers cut down the enemy on the opposite side one after another, and in the process, the enemy's battle flag was also broken, and the battle flag fell into the dirt, and after being trampled by the terrain dragon beasts, it was soaked in black blood and could no longer see its original color.

The battle ended with the victory of the left team.

There was another roar in the ranks, and the soldiers looked at the position of the standard-bearer, who should have raised the battle flag high and waved it vigorously in the air to celebrate the victory of the war, but—

Focusing on the leaders and soldiers of both sides, the freshmen did not pay attention to the standard-bearers of both sides, and it was only at this time that they and their companions noticed the standard-bearer:

The flagpole is still firmly erected there, and even if it is stained with blood, the battle flag is still waving in the air, while the flag bearer has been dead for a long time.

His head was cut off by the enemy at some point, but his body still stood proudly in place, holding the flagpole deep into the ground with both hands, and he died in a standing position.

Looking at his movements, one can almost immediately imagine what really happened in the last moments of his life.

At the moment when the head flew away, the dutiful standard-bearer thrust the flagpole into the dirt in the last moments of his life—

He died, but his banner did not die, like a road sign standing firmly there, always cheering up his companions to move forward!

The heads of all the captives were chopped off, and the soldiers of the victorious side rearranged their ranks according to their original formation. Although they were victorious, the price of the victory was extremely severe, and now only half of the entire team of at least 100,000 people remained, and the proportion of terrain drakes was even higher, and many soldiers lost their mounts, so their companions let him sit behind them.

The shield was struck hard with the handle of the axe, and the soldiers with the broken shield struck the ground with the handle of the axe, and in this way they bid farewell to their companions.

Not only this standard-bearer, but many more of his comrades who also died in this war.

A soldier stepped forward, pulled the battle flag from the hands of the dead standard-bearer, and held it high in the air, and the team, which had just gone through a bloody battle, continued to advance.

And their companions just stayed there, forever.

The scene was silent.

Faced with such a result, the freshmen were stunned, and some of them even cried. It's not that they're afraid, and many of them don't know why they're crying.

It was only then that Vlafetal spoke.

"The virtual scene just now is not fiction, but we watched a war on a remote planet ten years ago. The local civilization was still in a very early stage, there were no high-tech weapons, and the orientation of the war mainly relied on the strength of troops and the wisdom of the commanders. ”

"The war ended in victory for the left side, but in the aftermath of the counts, we found an astonishing fact: the two sides of the war, the number of troops on the right side was 150,000, while the left side of the army was only more than 90,000 men, and the side with such a huge disparity in numbers still won the final victory.

"Excluding the influence of weapons, I have always believed that "people" is the most basic factor that determines victory or failure in war. ”

"I believe in my own strength, believe in the power of my peers, and do my duty until the last moment, no matter what position I am placed in, I hope that everyone can at least understand this."

His gaze swept over the faces of the tearful students, over the thoughtful Brad, and finally on the expressionless face of Mughan, the corners of Flafeital's mouth curled slightly, his hands behind his back, and he then announced:

"Okay, let's start today's training."