Seeing Fisher cooperate like this, the colonel was like a punch on the cotton, and there was nowhere to go, and Fisher also said Kilimanjaro on the left and Kilimanjaro on the right, which made the colonel as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

Kilimanjaro Military Academy is a compound military academy set up on Mount Kilimanjaro in the early days of the Solar System Alliance, which has trained many space officers, and even many officers of the Martian colonial army who have not defected at that time also came out here, and Admiral Salenkoch also studied here when he was young, Fisher emphasized that Kilimanjaro means that he and Salenkoch are alumni, that is to say, Salenkoch will warmly greet him when he sees him. If it happened that day, Fisher would sue or something, and the admiral wouldn't care if his ace pilot would go to the deck and dig the toilet.

"Okay, let's take the team back to the dormitory, the fighter is still in transition, gather at 0600 tomorrow morning for adaptive training!" The colonel, who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity but couldn't borrow it, didn't have the heart to set the rules, and waved his hand to let all the personnel line up and leave the hangar.

"See you tomorrow, Colonel, then!" Fisher stepped forward enthusiastically and stretched out his right hand.

"What a bad habit!" Although he muttered like this, the colonel still stretched out his hand, and when shaking hands, the colonel subconsciously looked at Fisher's face.

"Have fun!" The flame in Fisher's pupils resurfaced, and the Colonel was stunned for two seconds, and by the time he reacted again, Fisher had already left with the others.

"Strange, what did I do just now?"

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"Whew!" Fisher took off his helmet and touched the sweat on his head, thinking influence is a very laborious job, especially for these soldiers who have served for many years, although the look just now is only two seconds, but it still consumes a lot of Fisher's energy, the heat and sweat on his head make the constant temperature maintenance system of this combat suit on his body too late to dissipate heat, but the goal has been achieved, although his thinking control is not yet able to make the other party obey, but the other party will give priority to Fisher's needs no matter what he wants to do, Fisher, on the other hand, could also make demands that would not provoke him to resist strongly.

Back in his assigned dormitory, Fisher kicked the IR15 into the dormant pod in the living room to recharge, and sat down at his desk to examine the energy pistol that had only been issued to him not long ago.

I have to say that with the development of science and technology, it is always the weapon that stands in front of the trend of the times, take the EMC pistol in Fisher's hand, the volume is no more than the size of Fisher's palm, but its energy magazine can support 12 shots, and even if you don't use the energy in the light, the magazine can slowly recover energy. And the maximum range of this individual self-pistol is almost more than two hundred meters.

When it came time to receive the weapon, Fisher deliberately asked for two more pistols and a bunch of magazines, anyway, his excuse was that I liked to use two guns when I was studying on Earth, and the administrator of the armory didn't ask much. If it weren't for the fact that Mars couldn't go out with a spear on his back, Fisher would definitely have put Volk, which is known as the future version of AK, again.

"Well, let's get some samples of weapons first, planes, priority to get the engine and fire control radar, I just don't know when it will be on the ship, jump the engine, oh yes!" Fisher slammed his head, and he forgot the most important thing, "Artificial gravity system!" "You must know that the gravity of Mars is only one-third of that of the Earth, and if a person walks on it, he can jump a long way away, but Fisher has been in this world for three days, but he doesn't feel anything, just like on Earth, this is all the credit of artificial gravity, and for Fisher, the artificial gravity system is more important to the giant's outer space exploration plan.

"If you want to make a big news, you don't have enough people!" Fisher said and looked at the dormant IR15, he regretted a little that he didn't learn any hacking skills, otherwise he would have hacked this robot, and then blackened the row of C6 on the charging rack in the corridor outside, and dozens of robots made some disturbances a little, and he could fish in troubled waters like crazy.

But the problem is that he doesn't know anything about it, so the bot riot plan can only pass.

However, Fisher did not give up hope, the ace colonel pilot he had just met during the day had already been hinted by him, and then, he only needed to work hard a little bit every day, and in less than ten days, the colonel would become his close friend, the kind that took the blame for him. Thinking of this, Fisher couldn't help but let out a lewd laugh.

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Anthony Oscarley, this is the name of the ace pilot, he was born on Mars, he was born with a hatred of the earth, so when he sees others go to the earth to study or go on a business trip, he will be very angry, these bastards, is the air on the earth fragrant, why do they all have to run to the earth, my Martian technology is the most advanced, you are the betrayal of Chiguoguo!

Especially when he knew that he was in charge of the restorative training of this group of aviation officers who had been transferred to the Eighth Fleet, he was even more depressed, but when he thought of Salenkoch's request, the colonel could only sigh silently.

In order to suppress the Earth fleet, the Martian Eighth Fleet has been expanding, although the Martian arsenal has enough warships, but there has been a shortage of well-trained sailors and pilots, take the Olympus Mountain in Salencoch, the battleship is full of 6,300 people, but now there are only 2,700 human crews, and the other vacancies are filled by the C6, and its hangar is fully loaded should be a wing of thirty Tornado fighters (six spare) Now only one squadron is in place, and there is also a squadron waiting for pilots.

In order to make up for these vacancies, Salenkoch squeezed the last trace of manpower on Mars, adult men are in service, women are in production camps, children are either in military schools or on the shooting range, what, you say old men? Mars is 007 all year round, working overtime 24 hours a day, and the elderly basically don't live to be 60 years old.

Therefore, the Eighth Fleet still attaches great importance to this group of people transferred from the home fleet, maybe there is a problem among these people, but they are at least qualified soldiers.

At the thought of his great mission of the rise of Mars, Antonio was immediately full of confidence.

It's just that his confidence and fighting spirit were disturbed by Fisher again the next morning.

"Ah, the Colonel is here, line up!" Before Antonio could react, Fisher had already saluted in front of him and asked for instructions.

"Ugh!" Antonio looked into Fisher's eyes as if there was a black hole and sucked him in.

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"Colonel! Captain! A soft cry woke Antonio from his trance.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Today's training is over!"

"Oh oh, then disband! Great work! Looking at Fisher, who was sweating with a flying helmet, Antonio suddenly felt that the other party's figure suddenly became taller, just like the legendary hero.

"Okay, thank you!" Fisher reached out to make eye contact with him again.

One day, two days, three days, and two weeks later, Antonio had become a very fanatical believer, even if Fisher made him jump from the Grand Canyon of Mars with his bare ass, he would not hesitate, not only Antonio, but even the officers who were trained with Fisher were also influenced by him and Antonio was not much different from Antonio.

"I feel like if I go around Rome, the Pope will have to lose his job and step down!" Fisher was also amazed by the power of his psionic powers, he didn't dare to use them when he was at Marvel, at most he used them a little at shareholders' meetings and when inspecting the grassroots, so that shareholders could shut up and wait for the money to be divided, or let his subordinates shout a few slogans.

"Boss, the order from the fleet command is here!" Just when Fisher was thinking about whether he should go to Hollywood to find a few female stars to try his psionic powers, Antonio respectfully sent a PDA over.

"What's wrong?" Taking over the PDA, Fisher found that the above was an order for the training to end early, and all personnel were waiting for the assignment.

"The Mount Olympus has arrived!" Antonio silently pointed to the top of his head.

Fisher hurriedly lifted his helmet and rushed out of the hangar door to look up at the sky, and beside the orbital dockyard hanging high in the sky, there was a huge battleship that looked like a U-shaped iron sucker.

That is the flagship of the Eighth Fleet on Mars, the Mount Olympus.

"The ship is 927 meters long, 151 meters high, and 128 centimeters of titanium alloy armor!" Looking at the huge starship, Fisher's face was full of yearning.

"Boss, what now?" Antonio chased after him.

"Empty the hangar first! Then get ready to board! Fisher had already suppressed his desire for the big warship back into his heart, turned his head and ran towards the hangar, adhering to the tradition of thieves not going empty, he stuffed all the maintenance equipment, power supplies, maintenance robots, etc. in the hangar into the subspace, and fortunately, he used psionic energy every day during this time, which made his strength increase a lot, so he could take all these equipment away, but the Tornado fighter was still too big for him, even if Fisher's face was pale, he couldn't stuff this thing in, In the end, he had to have a group of maintenance robots and pilots work together to dismantle a Tornado fighter and sweep away its engines, radar, and weapons systems.

"Damn, I'm tired!" After pouring a few bottles of unpalatable nutrient solution into his mouth, Fisher felt a little more comfortable, but he also discovered some rules about his own strength, after constantly overloading like him, the total amount of psionic energy would continue to increase, and the light recovery speed of the star torch was also much faster than before.

"If I'm strong enough, I'm afraid it won't be a problem to drag the battleship in, hey, I'm so angry, why don't you exercise early!" Fisher, who understood it, could only watch the sky full of warships jumping angrily.