There is plenty of time left for the competition, but there is a certain entry fee to be paid during the competition, and the symbolism is completely greater than the fee itself. However, if you want to participate in the simulation, you need a piece of hardware, and when you enter your own information, all the information will be recorded in the Protoss. However, there is very little basic information, just linking the name to the code of the hardware used.

As a result, there will be some merchants who have a lot of money but do not have the strength to spend money to buy the qualifications of some people, and finally use those people's qualifications to obtain some minor sergeant places in the Protoss. For them, money is no longer the most important thing, and they will get more benefits in their own race if they have the quota of Protoss sergeants.

The Protoss naturally knew about this matter, but the simulations had been held many times, and judging from the fact that this point had not changed, the Protoss side also acquiesced in such a thing. What's more, those places are just a fictitious title. Some of the participants can also get a lot of money, which is a win-win situation.

Mo Ran had never felt that time was so short, and he was now spending most of his time in various simulated battles, from the initial skirmishes to the current skirmishes of some fleets. Mo Ran is familiar with more and more things, and the situation he faces is becoming more and more complicated.

"Have the drones of the Seventh Squad replace the tracking bombs and get rid of those close-fitting drones." In front of Mo Ran, a skirmish is underway. Once again, his flagship is entangled by the ubiquitous drone. A small group of enemy border guards is engaged in a grapple with his squad. Compared with before, Mo Ran was able to grasp the movements of the entire team very well at this time, and the results of his training made him panic at this time, but he still had the whole situation in his hands.

However, just as Mo Ran was about to start a counterattack, another enemy fleet in the distance suddenly joined the battle. "Not good, retreat, retreat." Knowing that he couldn't beat it, Mo Ran decisively let the small unmanned ship break the rear, and then retreated.

When the last ship withdrew from the battlefield, Mo Ran took off his glasses, and everything in front of him disappeared. He was still in his little bedroom, and Wanliu and some other elves were not far from Rogge, who were still simulating.

The previous Wanliu invention already had a good sales channel, so they spent most of their time on simulations during this time. But that's not what managers here like to see. So after taking off his glasses, Mo Ran went to his job.

It didn't take long for Mo Ran's communicator to come from Wanliu's call. "Why did you leave?"

"It's nothing, it's just that this time the strength is not enough, and there is no way to fight, so I quit the battlefield." Mo Ran's current perception of his own strength in the simulated battle is still very clear, but Mo Ran doesn't know why Wanliu is looking for him at this time.

"I'll show you a video." Hearing Wanliu's conversation, Mo Ran was a little strange, she rarely took the initiative to contact him like this, but at this time, she showed him a video and didn't know why. Then he was the job in hand and opened the personal terminal.

The video was fast-forwarded, so Mo Ran quickly finished watching it. To Mo Ran's surprise, in the video, one fleet defeated three opposing fleets. Mo Ran watched it two or three times in disbelief, before it was confirmed. This is a simulated battle between the Protoss and the Undead. The Protoss side is a player, while the undead on the other side don't know.

"After that, your training is how to win a local war in a weak situation." The voice of grace reappeared. "As for your work, I'll find someone to do it for you, what you need now is a lot of practice, only then can you have a good result."

Mo Ran couldn't help but play back the video again, and the generals on the Protoss's side used the method of scattering and encircling to eat the opposing fleet one by one.

Only then did he understand Wanliu's intentions, if he couldn't grasp the advantages and disadvantages of all the warships in the entire fleet, such a battle would not have happened.

"Who are you looking for to replace me?" Mo Ran was silent for a moment, since he wanted a good result, not the kind of officer who only had a false title, he could only work hard. But he was also very curious about who Wanliu could find to replace his job, his job was already considered the lowest, and who else was willing to take over.

"Don't worry about that, now let's go to training!" Wanliu is actually very anxious, such a simulated battle will appear soon, and even a larger battle will appear in the end. If Mo Ran is still like this, then it is only a matter of time before he is finally eliminated.

These simulations initially assess a commander's familiarity with the fleet, followed by his mastery of fleet command, and finally his actual combat skills.

On the other side, the leader of the Protoss squad looked at the thousands of people who were simulating in front of him, and he couldn't understand why Shangfeng let these people join this mock selection battle. Because most of these people have not been exposed to higher-level civilizations, and they don't know anything about the ship equipment of many civilizations. Although there are certain courses for them to learn, their learning pace cannot be compared with that of the Protoss.

After all, the meaning of human words is far less than that of the words of the Protoss, and the result is naturally that the Protoss only needs a small amount of words to convey the information, and finally converted into human words is a large amount of information.

However, among the many humans, there were also several people who surprised him a little. That is Luo Xian, Ye Hua, Wang Zuo and several other outstanding personnel, even Ye Luo is a little unable to keep up with the progress at this time.

"Captain, shall we return now?" The fleet adjutant behind the captain asked in a low voice. They are now anchored in a medium military base in the Protoss Safe Zone. Of course, humans are not allowed to leave the ship, they are now relatively monotonous most of the time, and although this is not so pleasant, they are paid three times as much during this time.

"Wait for the notice." The captain replied, and at the same time, he also compiled everyone's simulated battle data. However, during this time, they also had a lot of time to learn the simulation, after all, this was a simulation battle for the entire Protoss control area.

After saying this, the captain went to simulate it himself. This is a huge prosperity of the Protoss, the number of participants is incalculable, but most of the officers have no chance to participate, on the one hand, they have to double their vigilance and patrol in the early stage, and most of the combat troops must also enter the combat area to watch out for the undead at any time.

On Earth, in a desolate city, a figure in simple armor walks the streets, carrying a heavy sniper. It was once a huge city, but under the baptism of nuclear bombs, only ruins remained.

It is difficult for sunlight to reach the ground, and even if there are occasional beams, they are dangerously shining. The wind was whining, and the whole city was feeling very bad.

This is an ordinary city in the vast wasteland, and there are many such ruined cities. Carrying a heavy sniper on his back, the figure walked down the street full of cracks, which looked like dry earth.

The Iron Boots made a faint grinding sound on the gravel-covered ground.

In the distance, a pair of red eyes were staring at the figure walking on the street, and then turned away.

Killing Temple looked up and knew it looked desolate, but this kind of place was often a place where a large number of mutant creatures lived. New mutants are discovered almost every day, and Kill Hall knows that her sister is covering her in the distance.

Stopping, the Killing Temple has come to the center of the city, this is a crossroads, before the nuclear war was a three-story traffic artery, now only the wilderness is all over the ground and the surrounding maglev cars that have become scrap metal.

Hold the heavy sniper behind you in your hand. "I know you're here, come out! We can have a good talk. Killing Temple shouted loudly.

Through the sound transmission on the armor, his shouts could be heard in this area, and the killing hall slowly turned to look around.

"You think I'm stupid? You killed so many of my comrades, didn't you just want to find me? Voices came from all directions, so that Mo Ran had no idea where the person who spoke was. Naturally, these transfusion devices also have the ability to transmit images.

"Naturally, you have to be responsible for what you do, isn't it?" Speaking of this, Kill Hall couldn't help but pick up the heavy sniper in his hand and look around. He didn't know where the other party was yet, and although there was an infrared camera in the armor, it was of little use when wearing armor. What's more, there are a large number of mutated creatures around, and infrared cameras are of little use.

"We're just taking money to do things, not to mention that you've killed all my comrades, isn't it enough?" The sergeant was really a little broken at this time. On Mars, he first heard that his comrades had choked to death while drinking, and he felt very wrong. In a hurry, he bought a ticket back to Earth, but the news of the death of his comrades one after another made him have no courage to spend the money he earned.

If he can regret it now, he will definitely not provoke a few people from the killing hall.

They died nine times from the Red Ice Star, and they originally thought that with that money, they would be able to spend the second half of their lives well, but they didn't expect that the Killing Hall would directly hunt down to the earth. After returning to Earth, he bought a bunch of wasteland survival tools, and the original idea was to escape to the wasteland to avoid the Killing Temple, but he didn't expect the Killing Temple to appear to him now, and he was obviously very sure that he was here to shout such words.

However, how did Killing Temple get the news that he was here?