In fact, when the first round of artillery fire hit, except for Jiang Bao and the other three veterans from the army who instinctively jumped into the crater to dodge, the other seven people were still holding their middle fingers and scolding Tang Lang for not making any other reaction. Naturally, the shock wave from the explosion of hundreds of missiles and hundreds of energy cannons tore them apart from their positions.

The 50% realism of the pain and the cold death experience made the faces of the seven rookies who woke up as white as a piece of paper, and then looked at the four companions who had shown much faster reaction than them in the screen of the data space, and after narrowly dodging a round of artillery fire, in the face of the hundreds of mecha that came to them, they emptied all their ammunition in vain, and they were smashed into pieces with energy cannons by the mecha that came over like a tide, and there was no chance of melee combat at all.

This battlefield is a battlefield of death, and there is no chance of survival. Not to mention their eleven intermediate and third-level mecha divisions, even if they were eleven high-level mecha divisions, they didn't dare to guarantee that they would survive the attack of a full mecha battalion of 180 mechas.

However, they didn't have much time to scold Tang Lang, and when the last four mecha were torn to pieces, they only gave the rookies on the battlefield or the old birds on the battlefield now have ten minutes to rebuild their minds, and then they were collectively put on the battlefield again.

This time, they learned a little bit, regardless of how they found cover first. This is naturally beneficial, at least it takes a full 20 seconds longer than the first time, and the last mech is blown up.

Yes, this is the training camp that Tang Lang named "Death Experience".

In the next three days, there will be nothing else, they will be the same as Tang Lang at the beginning, and they will be tested by death again and again.

If they don't want to suffer the cold of death more, then they can only try to survive ten times the attack of the mech, the time is fixed for 72 hours, and the longer they survive each attack, the less they will experience death.

It may not be possible to improve the hand speed of the manipulation, 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 if it is a mortal warrior.

72 hours is still too short a time, not enough to sharpen them into the Predators who came out of real artillery fire, but enough to sharpen their original not-so-tough psychology a little stronger.

Tang Lang just used death as a chopping board, put a group of rookie's fragile hearts on it and beat it repeatedly, removing impurities and turning them into steel.

This mode of training of repeated deaths, even in the military, is rarely used, because not everyone's heart can be strong enough to face death again and again, and only the most elite soldiers are qualified to receive this kind of training that is extremely devastating to the psyche.

But Tang Lang didn't care about using it like this, firstly, these people were the elite of the elite selected from the hundreds of millions of students and soldiers in the whole federation, if they couldn't do it, then not many people could do it; The second is that he has hob meat.

The battlefield seems to be a training ground opened by Tang Lang with the approval of the Central Zhi Brain, but in fact, it has already quietly transferred to the data space of Hob Meat, and what remains in the data of Canxing Zhi Brain is just the virtual data provided by Hob Meat, and the powerful data computing power of the powerful exotic artificial intelligence is enough to blind the eyes of the top five Zhi Brain on this planet.

In the data space of hob meat, everyone's psychology is closely monitored, and once anyone has the phenomenon of collapse, they will be kicked out of the data space, which naturally means that his training camp is over.

At the beginning, Tang Lang was besieged by hundreds of mechas, and he persisted for more than a month, repeating his death thousands of times. If they can't even reach a tenth of their own, what qualifications do they have to be called the elite of the elite? It is normal not to be able to advance from the round of 16.

With the chief instructor of hob meat, at least Tang Lang doesn't have to be tied to the data space every minute and every second to watch a bunch of rookies being beaten to slag by artillery fire again and again.

After watching ten rounds of rookies in a row being blown up by the Jepeng mecha that rushed to the position like a tide, Tang Lang nodded with satisfaction and left the data space, the fat man outside was still waiting for him.

Outside the network training simulation room of the Guwu Society, the fat man rubbed his hands and paced back and forth waiting for Tang Lang, obviously a little excited, Tang Lang had told him 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 CE0 and walking to the pinnacle of life! It's about to marry Bai Fumei.

Of course, the fat man didn't think of the possibility of surpassing his cheap dad at this time. He now has a total of several million credits in his hand, even if it immediately swells by a thousand times, it is only a few billion, how can it be compared to the behemoth of the top few mecha manufacturing companies in the Federation under his cheap daddy?

Not to mention the procurement of civilian engineering agricultural mechas, the smallest batch of military procurement alone is tens of thousands of units, and the balance owed alone can be billions.

"Let's go!" Tang Lang walked out of the simulation room, beckoned to the fat man who already felt that he was on the peak, and led the way out.

"Boss, what is our company's main business?"

"Look, am I going to be in the company?"

"But I'm a student at the military academy now, and it's not appropriate to run outside all the time, do you think you should recruit an assistant to the president to help?"

The fat man who walked out of the school gate to Qingcheng District sat on a retro wheeled car, excited like a curious baby, and asked questions like a cannon.

"Isn't it better for the assistant to the president to be a sister? The kind that looks like a flower? Tang Lang looked at the fat man with amusement.

"What's so embarrassing? Just like a flower, don't look too much like jade. The fat man rubbed his hands with low eyebrows, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were full of joy.

"Okay, it will be as you wish!" Tang Lang smiled slightly.

It's spring for me! The fat man turned his head to look out the car window, although Qingcheng District, which had entered late autumn, had begun to be full of gloom, but he still couldn't stop his expectations for the future, so that he burst into tears.

As everyone knows, eleven people in the data space already hate a certain fat man, including a fat 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 for starting to dig a hole to avoid artillery fire, Jiang Bao, codenamed "Eagle Eleven" in the battle.net system, secretly swore that when he walked out of here, he wanted the fat man to look good.

In order to hide people's eyes, his face has been modified to a certain extent, and to put it bluntly, it has become a little rounder. Then, the live Zhu Fat Man went online.

As Tang Lang's younger brother, the cheap-mouthed Zhu Fatzi is now not very famous among the freshmen, and his appearance is also very 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 flutter and his hair stands on end. The daughter of a military family knows that an iron-blooded soldier like Tang Lang, once he becomes an instructor, he will definitely be more terrible than the devil. In their eyes, there is only a distinction between qualified and unqualified, so what is the difference between a man and a woman.

But no one expected that the white fat man with the name of "Zhu Yidao" was ten times more demonic than the devil.

"Hey, little girl! Where do you think this is? Pouting the back seat of the mecha so high? Afraid that the enemy's artillery will not be able to do it? ”

The fat man's shouting voice almost didn't let Guan Zhirou bombard.

"O Kitty! I thought you were a real man with iron and blood, but what, the enemy is about to rush up, and you are still hiding in the rat hole! Why don't you go up and them! ”

Hiding in the anti-artillery hole dug in the side wall of the crater, Eagle Eleven, who was about to sneak attack a Jeppen mecha, was about to spurt out a depressed mouthful of old blood. Although this is a battlefield of death, this training ground also has a rule, if you kill a certain number of Jepeng mechas, you will get points rewards, and the points can be exchanged for repair time, and the big guys can rest for a while. Damn the fat man's roar, the already intelligent NPCs naturally paid attention.

"Little monkey! Isn't that you? Just your surname Yuan, don't be so afraid of death, oh, you want to get back the carbine! That's a good trick! ”

Yuan Chongzhi, who was running hard to see the opportunity to turn around and kill a Jeppen mecha, watched the reminded NPC stop, and then was surrounded by a group of mechas, and was sadly chopped into pieces.

As a result, everyone's hatred quickly shifted from Tang Lang to this cheap and bubbly fat man. So much so that the first thing Guan Zhirou did after getting out of the data space was to post a reward order on the star network, but anyone who can beat a fat man, whether it is in reality or on the Internet, Miss Guan is willing to have dinner with him.

Although Guan Zhirou has short hair and looks like a tough woman, from another angle, it happens to be synonymous with heroism. Having dinner with her is almost a chance to show yourself.

The little roosters crowing that are not excited?

The other ten people quickly joined the bounty camp, ranging from credit points to points rewards in the network, but the goal was surprisingly consistent.

Private brawls are not allowed in the academy, but there is no such restriction on the Internet. Eleven bounty orders led to the fat man as soon as he went online, and the overwhelming challenge almost didn't drown the fat man. The dignified intermediate and second-level mecha master even dared to challenge the junior level, causing the fat man to do nothing for a weekend, all fighting with a group of low-level guys, and almost collapsed from exhaustion.

The fat man is wronged, why did he offend those eleven guys, it's obviously a training camp arranged by Boss Lang! Could this be that I am a bully?

The fat man, who was so aggrieved that he was furious, finally coaxed, and the ranking of low-level challenge books had reached more than 10,000, and there were dozens of mecha masters of the same level and more than a dozen intermediate-level first-level mecha masters waiting for him to pass.

Among them, more than ten people in the Guwu Society under the leadership of Ming Yueshang chose to "fight in the nest"!

In her words, if you can compete with a fat man, and then you can get a bounty, why not?

The fat man didn't dare to go online for a month, and even in the next month, he wore a standard combat helmet when he left the gate of the academy, and someone was so shameless that he threw black bricks at him!

The initiator of the hob meat laughed straight down, it turned out to make people take the blame, is it so fun?

In fact, it was at this moment, when he arrived at the ground, that the fat man found that his tears were in his eyes, which was a lyrical in vain.

Boss Lang, it's too inauthentic, not to mention "Jinwu Zangjiao", he even has to let him take the blame.

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