February 5, 2508. The third star field, the unstable space zone, the military buffer zone, the black domain.

Long Qicong said to the two warriors as he was about to leave.

"If, they wake up. Don't restrict their freedom, just follow them. What requirements are as much as possible to meet. ”

"Yes, sir!"

Long Qicong nodded and left. It's just that Long Qi never noticed that he left, and the sister on the bed closed her eyes, and her eyes rolled slightly.

Maybe wake up, who knows?

Long Qicong returned to his room and lay on the bed. In fact, I have some feelings, on a whim, the entire fleet of more than 20 ships, hundreds of thousands of people were affected by the Tao.

With a word of his own, the elite samurai burst into the city and operated in one fell swoop. In areas where civilians gather, create explosions. Long Qi never knew how many innocent people were involved.

I just thought of the days when I lived in Jiangbei in Shangjing once upon a time. There is some sudden compassion in the heart, empathy or compassion?

Long Qi never knew how to describe it, and he was always a little uncomfortable in his heart. Sleepless all night, Long Qi got out of bed, took a glass of water, and looked at the starry sky outside the porthole.

The starry sky in the unstable space zone is generally darker.

It looks as if this place is living in the shadow of two great powers. The people who are trying to survive here have done something wrong.

Long Qicong felt that he was a little too compassionate and compassionate. I tried hard to expel this strange thought from my mind.

With his back to the porthole, it is an inexplicable loneliness.

"By the way, what about the ninth year?"

Long Qicong recalled it, and it seemed that he hadn't seen Chu Jiu for a long time. Long Qicong left his room and wanted to find Chu Jiu.

Anyway, if you can't sleep at night, it's better to go out for a walk and find someone to talk to.

The room of the ninth year of the first year was arranged near Long Qicong, and Long Qi never walked far before he came to the door of the ninth room. The doorbell was pressed, but no one responded.

When he was confused, a voice came from the side.

"Young Master Dragon? Are you looking for the ninth day of junior high school? ”

"Well, yes. She doesn't seem to be there, though. ”

"Hatsujiu and Black Fang are in the training room."

Training room? Long Qicong was puzzled and asked which training room it was, and then rushed over. Stand outside the training room, through the observation window.

Hatsujiu and Black Fang are practicing high-intensity battles. However, after watching it for a while, Long Qicong felt that this could not be called training at all.

It's not that it's too child's play, on the contrary, the attacks of the two are extremely sharp, and the ones they hold in their hands are also real guys with blades.

It was a military knife similar to Chen Shitong's saber. Chen Shitong is a samurai version, which is powered by spiritual power, which can consume the user's spiritual power.

The Hakujiu and the Black Fang are not the same, and are the electric versions used by the Marines. A conspicuous battery compartment rests diagonally on the jaw of the sword.

Every time Chu Jiu and Black Fang attack each other, it is almost an attack at any cost. If it weren't for the fact that the resonance of the blade hadn't been turned on, Long Qicong had no doubt that the two were fighting.

I don't know why, the number of moves of the two, Long Qi is a little familiar with it. After thinking about it for a while, I didn't have a clue.

Long Qicong entered the training room, and Chu Jiu was the first to see Long Qicong, and the sentence "master" will be exported. Black teeth, the sharp blade is coming straight to the flaw, thrilling and dangerous, the ninth day of the first month can be avoided.

Black Fang realized that the knife was wrong, and only then did he perceive Long Qicong. Hurriedly turned around and greeted Long Qicong.

"You're fighting?"

"No, we're training. Master, why are you here? ”

Long Qicong stretched out his hands and said, "If I don't come to see it again, I'm going to lose you." ”

Chu Jiu lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry." ”

Long Qi waved his hand indifferently and saw the female officer standing in the corner of the training room. The female officer also walked up at the right time and came to Long Qicong.

"1st Marine Division, Sergeant Major reports."

Sergeant Major? Long Qicong didn't know what kind of official position this was, but he couldn't show his timidity. I always feel that at this time, it is very embarrassing to ask what the sergeant major does.

"You are?"

But if you don't know how to pretend to understand, it's not as simple as being ashamed.

"I'm an instructor in the Marine Corps and I'm responsible for instructing soldiers in training."

Long Qicong nodded, looked at the two of Chu Jiu Heiya, and instantly understood in his heart, and asked, "Are you here to guide them and not interfere with their work?" ”

I don't know if it's day or night for her now.

"I instructed the two of them through a formal order."

"That's right. By the way, the trick they just used. Did you teach? ”

"Yes, sir, I have some advice and guidance."

"Well, I look familiar, what is the number of roads?"

"Old Empire-style military combat techniques."

Long Qicong suddenly understood, Drager is also popular, no wonder it looks familiar. But how is it that there are empires everywhere?

Is it really the Origin of All Things, the Holy Empire?

Long Qicong's mood was a little complicated. Although there are some "small" contradictions with the Federation. However, in general, Long Qicong himself is not an imperial person.

In contrast, if there is a sense of national belonging, it is the Federation. However, the Federation has always been a little indisputable, and it seems that it will always live in the shadow of the empire.

"Can you teach me? In the past, I also learned a little bit of old empire-style military combat skills. ”

The sergeant major was stunned, although the empire-style military fighting technique was widely spread and had obvious advantages, it had very big drawbacks.

The thinking pattern of the Empire's group of war maniacs is that killing one enemy is enough, and killing two earns money. In addition, the empire's policy of rewarding military merits, coupled with the strong logistical support capabilities tempered from the long war.

Imperial soldiers become the most terrifying war machines on the battlefield.

Therefore, the imperial army's fighting skills are strong, and in order to truly become the promotion of the whole army, it must be matched with corresponding logistics support capabilities.

There are not many troops in the world that can meet this condition. The current situation in the Federation is a new "improved" style, the Imperial style of military combat.

Only samurai units, traditional special operations units, and some special professions such as bodyguards will practice the old imperial style of military fighting.

How could a gentleman like Long Qicong, a rich son, learn this kind of life-fighting kung fu?

Although the sergeant major was a little stunned, after all, he was a soldier and had a good professional quality, so he naturally would not take the initiative to ask about these things.

Long Qicong seemed to see her doubts, and took the initiative to say: "It's not something that can't be said. My grandfather said that knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will not be defeated in a hundred battles. The empire is still using the old imperial style. ”

"Oh, that's it."

The sergeant major opened his mouth suddenly, and then demonstrated the common techniques in the old empire-style military combat techniques one by one, and analyzed the problems existing in these moves, and the ideas that have been solved.

Often, if you survive one more move, your nearby comrades will have a chance to rescue them in time.