What's even more generous is that the God of Anatomy has implanted a high-purity entanglement crystal into Madrigal's body for free, and in a combat state, the flagship will use the crystal's space-time entanglement effect to continuously inject light dust into Madrigal's "inner universe" at no cost. Madrigal enjoyed the feeling of squandering public money.

What Muge couldn't figure out was that the "Inner Universe" of a one-star samurai could hold up to 500 light dust. The instructor repeatedly emphasized that only by fighting bravely, accumulating meritorious deeds, and being promoted to a two-star samurai can the "Inner Universe" be expanded to accommodate 1,500 more light dust than before the promotion. In the Temple of War system, personal combat power is strictly linked to rank. Pastoral has a lot to say about this.

However, the ability to receive light dust varies from person to person. The instructor vaguely brushed this paragraph over.

After the investiture ceremony, Madrigal was also a figure on the list. After two months of cruise, the fleet also arrived in the Rebel Sector. It was originally the fiefdom of the sun god Apollo, but after Apollo's disappearance, the exploited inhabitants of the mining area colluded with spies to launch a rebellion. And Madrigal has also completed the primary military training, and he knows the speed at which he consumes light dust, and even the endurance time of different tactics.

A few days later, when Madrigal practiced chopping bullets, the battleship slowed down significantly. After standing up straight, the staggering Pastoral looked up at the door, and saw nine men under his command shouting in the corridor:

"What is the chief! The fleet has won the battle, and it is the turn of the army! The god of war Zheng Xuan has an order, the Meteor Warrior Regiment will gather, and those who land on the star will take the lead! Those who complete the decapitation operation will have their rewards doubled!"

Madrigal gasped and retracted the light dust on the blade. The light dust originally erupted like a gas welding gun, turning into a two-meter-long condensing knife, but at this time, it also faded and turned back into the one-meter-long Xueliang command knife. It's just that when the knife is returned to its sheath, the jaw will still sputter out the sparks that have not disappeared.

"Brothers, make a meritorious deed. Madrigal wiped off his sweat, put on a robe embroidered with sun on top of his tight armor, and strode out. Nine men followed. The ambitions of the teenagers swelled bigger than the sun, and they were full of beautiful yearnings.

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"The God of War has an order: Meteor Warrior Order!!Prepare to fill in the main artillery group!" A phantom image finished conveying the order of the God of War, and it burst into golden light dust.

When Madrigal heard the command, he fastened his armor. This divine realm armor comes with 200 light dust to charge the shield, and can remotely receive light dust subsidies from the flagship, and will slowly refill when resting. In addition, the one-star samurai itself has 500 light dust, and a total of 700 light dust is available. More than enough to save your life on the battlefield.

Guangwu tied his armor in the distance, glanced at Madrigal from afar, and made a gesture of victory. Pastoral Ge was smiling, his vision was suddenly cut off by a figure, Wu Yu walked over and patted Muge's shoulder sincerely: "The centurion has ordered, our ten chiefs will fill in the main artillery group at the same time, and as soon as the electromagnetic silent bomb explodes, we will immediately disembowel and land on Li Xing, and be sure to complete the decapitation operation within 10 minutes when the rebels' communications are paralyzed to cover the landing force behind." You don't have to be afraid, the shell bay will form a meteorite effect when it touches the ground, and you won't be in an enemy situation when you leave the cabin. ”

Muge suddenly felt that although Wu Yu was usually a child, but at the moment of expressing his ability, Wu Yu could show a leadership temperament, and it was obvious that Wu Yu had been familiar with these key occasions. So Muge was sure that Guangwu's judgment was not groundless, and in the next two-star samurai promotion and even the subsequent centurion selection, Wu Yu would definitely be able to take advantage of the situation and take away the place.

He knows very well that he is currently poor and white, and he has no enthusiasm to climb up, but he is weak and weak. If Wu Yu really knew someone in the upper echelons and deliberately gave him small shoes for the pastoral, I'm afraid he wouldn't even know the details clearly. Therefore, the policy of pastoral for such people is not to offend if they can, and even to consider making a good relationship, so that they can get first-hand information later.

"Brother Wu, if you are powerless, you can order me and Guangwu at any time to help you as soon as possible. The brothers work together to fight a good fight. Muge shook Wu Yu's hand hard, then turned around and walked into the shell magazine. Among the ten Shi Chang, Pastoral ranked third in the overall score, and Wu Yu barely ranked ninth. He meant to take care of Wu Yu.

Wu Yu's eyes dizzled for a moment, as if he didn't expect Pastoral Ge to say these words. Wu Yu's performance in the first two months was very poor, sloppy in housekeeping, and lax discipline, which was in stark contrast to those who trained seriously like Madrigal and Guangwu. Wu Yu knew that his mass base was already in place, but he couldn't convince the people because he was lazy, so he took the initiative to help the centurion convey the mobilization order and establish his own image. Pastoral took care of Wu Yu so much when he spoke, but it seemed to remind him, you are tenth, and I will cover you with Madrigal.

"The silent bomb broke through the atmosphere of Li Xingxing! The three major defense systems of Li Xingxing were paralyzed! The landing force was prepared! Countdown, 10,9,...... 2, 1, launch!"

The 100 samurai of the "Banner of Democracy" have been seated in ten shell bays, fastening their seat belts. Then, the shell was loaded and pressed into the main gun group with a "bang" by the ammunition feeding system. In the end, the flagship's 4 groups of triple main guns fired a salvo to launch the man. Ten straight cannonball trajectories, like meteors piercing the sky, invaded the mainland of Li Xing. When the cannonball touched the ground, the dust kicked up by the crater lit moles on the blue planet.

"The flag of democracy has been raised! It only takes 30 seconds for the main gun to cool down, and the flag of freedom will immediately fill the gun bay!" Tang Weiwei, the centurion of the flag of freedom, strode through the crowd, his cloak fluttered, and his voice was high-pitched: "You flag of freedom are all recruits, and you will soon select two two-star warriors from among you to come out as an officer reserve! Whether you rush or shrink, you can do it yourself!"

"Brothers, follow me!" Wu Yu shouted, and was the first to jump into the shell bay and fasten his seat belt neatly. The other chiefs looked at each other, hesitating to go in.

The caliber of the battleship's main gun crew reached 1350 mm, and a single shot could knock out a mountain, and when the 12 main guns fired in succession, even the cold universe would be lit up by light. No one dares to sit in it as a cannon for the recruits here.

There is a saying in the army of the Federation of All Gods, which is called "The three-star god of war rises while lying down, the two-star martial god sits on the ground, and the one-star warrior is not a person." It means that the god of war does not need to fight if he wants to be promoted, and the martial god only needs to sit and watch on the flagship for meritorious service, and only the military merit of the samurai class needs to be exchanged for his life.

When the veteran of the Liberty Flag was fired out by the main gun just now, even the flagship shivered 10 times in recoil. It is normal for Freedom Flag recruits to be afraid of turning into meat puree and to stop.

When Madrigal saw that no one dared to go up, he laughed at these people for being stupid. How could a meteor warrior die in the main gun, and I don't want to think about what the fleet headquarters spent a lot of money to distribute 200 light dust armor to you. Wu Yu obviously had been instructed by a master, and knew that the shell bay had an automatic pressurization program and was very safe, so he seized the opportunity to perform and stood out.

"It's still 20 seconds! After 20 seconds, those who dare to disobey the order of the god of resistance will all be thrown into the evacuation valve and shot into space as artificial satellites. Do it yourself. The centurion continued to shout.

Madrigal heard someone muttering through gritted teeth: "Damn, let those eldest ladies of the Rose Military Academy sit in the cannonballs! Aren't they excellent? Why do they watch the show, let us be cannon fodder—ouch!" The man was punched hard by Guangwu.

Madrigal looked up, and sure enough, he saw Li Zi standing on the bridge passage, looking down on them with her eyelashes down. Maybe she's curious, maybe she's supervising the battle, but as soon as Madrigal sees her long flowing hair and short skirt, there is a blood burning in her heart.

"She's always looking down on others, but I'm tired of looking up. Madrigal thought. The bridge was flying high in the air, and he couldn't see Li Zi's face clearly.

He knew it was Li Zi, but Li Zi didn't know that he was a madrigal. It made him mind a little.

"It's all useless waste. The centurion sighed and muttered.

Li Zi turned and walked back to the command module.

Madrigal no longer looked up at the bridge, he rushed to the open shell bay, and turned back to Guangwu and shouted, hoarsely: "Take your men and rush with me!

Guangwu was stunned for a moment, his ambition was ignited, and he turned around and roared: "Let's sit in the No. 2 bomb bay next to the madrigal! After landing, we will fight together!"

The atmosphere was heated by these two people, and a tragic atmosphere of "strong men dying in the community, white bones sacrificing mountains and rivers" spontaneously emerged. The remaining chiefs plucked up their courage one after another and rushed to the gun bay.

Tang Wei bit a cigarette and looked at the pastoral song who was busy fastening his seat belt, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Whether Li Zi's back has turned back or not, the pastoral can no longer be seen. He only hopes that the blood in his chest will continue to burn, and there will be no day when it will cool down.