"The transfer of military registration is complete, the review has passed, congratulations, from now on, you are a ranger, please take this certificate and go to the quartermaster department to collect your equipment..."A girl in a military uniform and a beautiful face said to Marx in front of the computer.

Because Marshal Black, the bearer of the red ribbon, was very busy, Colonel Barussi took Marx with him first to transfer his military status.

This time there was no trouble, Marx's military registration was easily transferred, passed the audit, transferred from the A3 base, joined the Ranger regiment system, and became a registered Ranger major.

"Thank you." Marx took the proof and thanked him.

"You're welcome," the girl looked at Marx with a hint of surprise and confusion in her eyes.

The brutality and high mortality rate of the Ranger Regiment are famous throughout the Red Ribbon Regiment.

I don't meet a few people in a year, and I will take the initiative to apply to join the Rangers, which can be said to be a rarer existence than pandas.

The Ranger Regiment has not had a replenishment of soldiers for many years, and no one is willing to join the Rangers, so the Red Ribbon Regiment has specially changed the conditions for the Rangers to replenish them.

In the Red Ribbon Legion, those who make mistakes, such as breaking military rules, or failing to carry out a mission, etc., will join them, or more precisely, be 'punished' into the Ranger Regiment and become Rangers.

It is very similar to the nature of the night watchman in a certain show called "Game of Thrones".

For many soldiers, joining a Ranger regiment with an extremely high mortality rate is tantamount to death, and at best it is considered a reprieve.

Therefore, the girl was very puzzled about Marx's initiative to join the Ranger Regiment, why did Marx not think about it so much, he was really blind and handsome.

Looking at Marx's handsome face that can be used as an idol debut, the girl is feeling sorry for Marx.

Marx was in no mood to care about the girl's thoughts, and after the transfer of military status, he went with Colonel Barussi to the quartermaster office with the certificate to receive the basic equipment of the rangers.

Although the death rate of the Ranger Regiment is high, the equipment is the best in the entire Red Ribbon Regiment.

Very lightweight, does not affect movement, bulletproof effect is excellent body armor; Sweat-resistant and breathable field boots for any terrain; multifunctional dagger; There are a lot of messy equipment such as handguns and submachine guns, as well as antidotes, antiseptics, adrenaline, etc.

Colonel Barussi and his companions carefully explained the equipment to Marx, one by one very carefully, from the specific effects and functions, the tips when using them to the position on the body, which can be most convenient to take out and use in the first time.

Everything in these pieces of equipment can save lives at critical moments, whether it's saving yourself or your teammates.

"There are a lot of things you have to learn, and there is still time, you can learn slowly, and it took me a lot of time to master these equipment." A bald man patted Marx on the back and laughed.

The strength of the strong man was great, and Marx was photographed and stumbled and almost fell.

"Your small body is too weak, this is not good, you need to exercise well, otherwise you don't have to touch the enemy, you wear these equipment, it is estimated that you will not be able to run dozens of meters, and you will be tired and lie down." The bald man shook his head.

"Let's go! Let's go to the gym, I'll tell you, the gym at the headquarters is ...... "Marx didn't have any full strength to resist, and was driven directly to the gym."

The gym is very large, all kinds of equipment are complete, it is estimated that hundreds of people work out together, and it will not be crowded.

Colonel Barusi and his companions, all of whom took off their coats and bare their upper bodies, spread out and used all kinds of fitness equipment with ease.

Marx also took off his coat and looked at the bodies of Colonel Barussi and others, looking at his own body, not only feeling a little ashamed of himself.

Marx also has some muscular lines, which are better than ordinary people, but compared with Colonel Barussi and others, they are very inadequate, and the muscles on their bodies are different from those muscles exercised by eating protein powder in the gym, and their muscles are full of explosive power.

Moreover, Colonel Barussi and others have more or less various scars on their bodies, some large and small, some shallow and deep, and some are almost fatal, and each scar is their medal of merit and proof of their birth and death.

Compared with them, Marx felt as thin as a weak and powerless schoolboy.

"Warm up first, don't come up and exercise hard, it will hurt your body." Colonel Barussi reminded Marx.

"Got it." Marx answered.

"Rollin, you come and help him." Colonel Barussi greeted the bald man and asked him to be Marx's coach.

When Marx was exercising, he looked at Colonel Barussi, and he put on his fist gloves, walked to a sandbag, punched the sandbag, and listened to the sound of the sandbag, and you could feel the gravity of the fist.

'Shasha...' Colonel Barussi hit the sandbag for a while, his body warmed up, and the last punch went down, and the characteristic sandbag was directly broken, and all the iron sand inside flowed out, and Marx was stunned to see it.

Afterwards, Colonel Barusi walked up to the tensioner and exercised with a hundred pounds of weight on each hand, which was very terrifying.

The others, although not as exaggerated as Colonel Barussi, were all very amazing, and the weight of dozens of pounds, as if playing, made Marx reacquaint himself with them.

According to the world's combat power standards, if you measure it.

A human with a firearm has a combat power of about five points, while without a firearm, a human with bare hands has a combat power of between two and three points.

Like those sub-healthy people who always sit in the office and work in front of the computer in the previous life, the combat effectiveness may be about one or five points.

Marx estimated that Colonel Barussi's companions, in the state of their bare hands, may have a combat strength of more than five points, while Colonel Barussi's combat effectiveness may exceed double digits.

And Marx calculated his combat effectiveness, and estimated that it was only around three o'clock, that's right, one of the scum who didn't even have five points of combat effectiveness, the pure kind.

"Hah!" Just as Marx was thinking, he saw Colonel Barussi, who was sweating all over, suddenly shouting loudly and waving his arm forward.

'Bang!! The steel cable of the exerciser was forcibly broken, and hundreds of pounds of discus flew out directly, smashing the ground, and the ground was smashed out of a pit, and Marx was shocked to see it.

"Whew..."Colonel Barusi paused, took a long breath, picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his body.

"Ahh Colonel Barussi, every time you come back, you wreak havoc..."

The person in charge of the gym, who seemed to have become accustomed to Colonel Barussi's behavior of destroying equipment, had just finished cleaning up the sandbags, and had to come over to clean this up again, complained to Colonel Barussi.