Classes are coming up tomorrow, and I look at the class schedule that is different from last year's announcement. I remember that the only disciplines announced last year were "Site Selection of Conventional Celestial Buildings", "Elementary Flight Course of Anti-Gravity Aircraft", "Asteroid Utilization and Transformation", and "Hazards and Prevention of Stellar Storms". Odd! I muttered to myself that it couldn't be the result of our near-fiasco-defeated expedition.

"What's wrong! What do you think? A deep voice asked, and then a familiar figure walked in, it was my stern father.

"Dad, how do you say that our major has increased the "Mecha Land Combat Tactical Basics"? None last year. "I turned my head to look at my father, who was 128 years old and had never been a star in his life with his mother. He was in the prime of life, and his eyes were very bright. Everyone says that I am very similar to my father, but in fact, I know that I am more like my mother, but my mother and father have similar faces, and it is not wrong to say that I look like anyone.

"I know this, and it has something to do with your expedition. You also know that there is a great controversy about the role of mecha in the army, and the theory that mecha is useless and empty mechanism wins, and there is also the theory of mecha strengthening. Many people think that the current mecha is really useless, and can only clean up the battlefield in the final stage, but this is mainly due to our neglect of the improvement of the mecha, which is no longer suitable for modern combat needs. Dad explained.

"Dad, how many years has the current mecha structure not changed?"

"Hehe, it's longer than my age, as far as I know, nothing has changed in 150 years!"

"It's so long!" I couldn't have changed my belief in the results.

"There's nothing strange about it, the alliance has been peaceful for too long, and there haven't been any big battles to fight in these hundreds of years. The current three light mechs have only been slightly improved in 150 years, and if it weren't for the rebellion of Sheim eighty-one years ago, the alliance might not even have thought of improvement. ”

"So, the alliance is starting to want to improve?"

"Yes, but it's very difficult, and the increase in your discipline this time is a signal." I looked at my dad and both of them were silent.

"What do you think of the improvement of the mechs after this expedition?" My father looked at me intently. To be honest, father and son haven't talked about it for a long time.

"I feel that the mecha firepower is too weak, lacks the ability to attack fortifications, and can basically only rely on numbers to win when fighting, and a single mecha is basically unable to fight against more than two enemy mechas."

"Yes, after all, the mecha is just a mecha, and it was originally designed to be used as cannon fodder, how can it be very strong! Besides, the mecha is limited in size, so it is unlikely that it will be equipped with a powerful weapon at present. ”

"But at least it should be improved, so that a single mecha has the ability to temporarily suppress multiple enemy mechas, this kind of battle won by numbers is too unartistic." I had just experienced the war, and I felt it deeply.

"Hehehe! No artistry! Yes, like in ancient wars, there are too many examples of winning more with less, and fighting with a few blocks of hundreds. Now is the era of global information individual soldiers, and it is really difficult to be artistic. But there are no absolutes, and if you can change that, you're a contemporary celebrity. ”

"Change, celebrity." I muttered to myself.

"Okay, don't think about it too much, just pay attention to it, it's not so easy to change something that hasn't changed for more than a hundred years."

"How to change it!" I didn't sleep all night, and I rarely had insomnia when I had a good night's sleep.

On the first day of the new semester, there was a course "Mecha Land Combat Tactical Basics", and the class was taught by Professor Fred, who is 236 years old, which is the golden age of teaching experience. His slightly upturned golden mustache vibrated at a high frequency as he spoke.

"The most important thing in mecha combat is to quickly form a numerical superiority, at least a partial numerical superiority, and at the same time to strike first, it is very important to strike first, and it is important to be superior in an encounter battle."

"Will there be encounters in modern information warfare?" Some students asked puzzled.

Fred looked at the classmate, nodded approvingly, and said, "Of course not, under normal circumstances, but what if there is no information to support it?" ”

He walked around the circular podium and swept each of his classmates: "Which of you said that there is no information to support the situation?" The voices in the class suddenly became mixed, and the echoes of the students were heard every time the seats were arranged in a circular arrangement.

"Be still. If you want to answer, press the answering device first. Fred liked the way his classmates were discussing, and it took a while for him to stop it.

A classmate immediately stood up and said loudly: "Extreme stellar storms will seriously affect the transmission of information, and there will be basically no information support at this time. ”

"Yes, what else?" Fred nodded.

"I encountered information interference from the other party."

"Yes, but it's short-lived."

"If the information equipment fails, it can't be repaired." A man shook his head and stood up and replied.

"I will write on your study resume that it is not recommended to engage in rear support work." Fred said solemnly. The class burst into laughter, and I couldn't help but laugh. In fact, these important equipment have spare parts and are under the monitoring of the optical brain at all times, and the possibility of failure is basically zero.

Everyone was still laughing, and a somewhat familiar person stood up, but it was my roommate Boris. He said something expressionlessly, and the audience fell silent.

"The information system was seized by enemy forces and sent back misinformation."

Suddenly, someone stood up and refuted loudly: "How is it possible, if the information system is occupied, it doesn't mean that the command headquarters is all overwhelmed, then what else is there to fight, it has long been a failure!" ”

"yes, that's ridiculous." Heated arguments began again in class.

"Okay, let's be quiet." Fred looked heavy, "You have to remember that anything is possible in war, and the situation that Boris said actually happened eighty-one years ago. ”

"Ahh One by one, you look at me, I look at you, and at the same time look at Boris with different eyes.

"Eighty-one years ago, what would have happened, wouldn't it be?" I silently thought in my heart, and I already had the answer.

Dake's campus life is still very pleasant, much more comfortable than that damn expedition, and time passes without realizing it. During this period, I also contacted Zhang Yang and Xiao Chen many times, but every time I was with them, I repeatedly emphasized that they should not call me captain, they just didn't change their words, and every time Yun Hao contacted him, it took a long time to reply: "This time is busy, I'll contact you when I'm free." "I don't know what he's doing.

One morning, after class, the class leader Trix said to the twenty-nine members of the class: "Students, the annual school sports meeting is about to start, according to the past participation of our class, I have drawn up a list of participants and sent it to you to see, if you have different opinions, you can reflect to me." ”

The classroom was buzzing, and I wasn't interested in looking at the transmitter in my hand, after all, I was more of a transfer student, at least for now, I didn't have much sense of identity with the class, and I would prefer to represent my original class if possible. I was about to turn around to leave, when Trix's voice came: "Jingtian, wait a minute. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Isn't your shooting pretty good, let's participate in the squad fight!"

"No, I'm not too familiar with everyone yet, and the team's confrontation and cooperation are still very important."

"What you say is not unreasonable." Trix nodded: "Either that, this registration requires one more backup player in addition to five team members, just in case, or how about you report the backup player?" ”

"Whatever!" I smiled and turned away, I didn't have much to say to the squad leader, this was the first time we had a conversation.

When I got home, I checked the situation of the Games, which were similar to the previous ones, with mainly individual and team competitions. The individual competition is divided into track race, technical attack, aerial skills, and Thor assault; The team competition is football, assault 3793, that is, the squad real confrontation. Compared with the earliest competitions since the beginning of the video recording, there are only two major sports left: track competition and football. The former is the embodiment of human instinct, while the latter is the most popular skill game.

"Come on, come on." The stadium with 200,000 people was almost full, and the school sports day, which was a feast for the whole people, was welcomed not only by the students, but also by the entire citizenry. I sat in the A seat, which was in a better position, and looked at the 12 team members on the track and field of the 500-meter track who were preparing for activities, but my heart was calm. If it weren't for the participation of my friend Feng Linhai for many years, I would not have been interested in watching this kind of pure speed competition, and since I experienced the expedition, somehow, I have little interest in the projects that do not play a role in the war.

"The next thing that is about to start is the limit of human speed, the battle of the thousand meters of flyers, and the contestants have the champion of the previous edition, our school's kilometer record holder Steve." The host's impassioned voice was heard on the radio.

"Oh! Oh!"

The whole stadium suddenly heard deafening cheers, and people's emotions were mobilized. As a black and vigorous figure continued to greet people, the crowd became a little agitated. I didn't think so, and only looked at an athlete who was not tall and had short flat hair, that was my friend Feng Linhai. He has short yellow hair and a dense beard. This guy is an athlete, good at sprinting, the fastest kilometer speed is 1 minute 12 seconds 38, but his endurance is not as good as mine, I can run 16 minutes and 12 seconds in 10,000 meters, and he is about 15 seconds slower than me.

The twelve contestants moved for a while and then walked to the starting point. With the sound of the starting pistol, twelve men galloped down the runway like arrows. The decibel level in the stadium instantly increased by several orders of magnitude, and people's emotions suddenly soared.

"Come on, come on." I couldn't hear anything in my ears other than those two words. The race went fast, with a lap and a half passing quickly into the final 250 meters.

"Linhai, come on, come on!" I couldn't help but stand up and shout. Linhai is now in fifth place, and the corner run is his advantage, which should be a few points ahead, and sure enough, after the 125m corner, he rushed to third and entered the final 125m straight. The race went into the final white-hot state, and in the end, it was Steve who crossed the line first.

"Alas!" I sighed, and Linhai was still overtaken by one place in the end, in fourth place, more than 2 seconds slower than his best time, and his performance was not too good.

Steve trotted to greet the spectators, but after a few steps, he suddenly fell to the ground.