"What is a Fighter Brigade? This operation was directly ordered to the General Staff of the Military Commission! Your transfer order and letter of service may be signed with Robert. Ludlen's name! What do you want to do? Want to rebel? Navarro's face flushed with anger.

"There is no doubt, Colonel, just on the spur of the moment, Colonel." Southfitt's tone was unrestrained, his eyes did not squint, and he always maintained a military posture, but from the corner of his eye, he could see that Fazzani, who had been humiliated by him, was looking at him, and there seemed to be no sign of the slightest sign of an offended bluish face on his face.

"The type of prickly head that is arrogant." Mike. Petowski had been watching the play with his chin pinched until he turned sideways to Fazzani, who was stepping off the podium, to announce his opinion.

"I see." Fazani nodded slightly, and walked a few steps to the cadet Mlai. Southfitt.

"You're at the top of your class, aren't you?" Fazani asked him.

"Yes, sir, often first." Southfit said with his head held high.

"See the fern vine leaf badge on my chest? Lesson to you. Fazani said quietly. As a soldier, you have to be respectful of the military rank and not to people, so you have to call me a general in a tone that is more respectful than your father and mother combined, understand? ”

"Yes, General! Excuse me, General! Southfit exclaimed, unable to look directly at the general, his eyes focused on a certain focus of Fazzani's face, but with no sign of weakness.

"First in the class, right?" Fazzani stared at the handsome face in front of him, and the cadet with reddish-brown curled hair was also looking back at him, with a stubborn and resolute look in his eyes.

"Then as an example, I will answer all the questions you just asked." He turned to all the students seated, dozens of pairs of eyes looking at him in unison.

"The Military Commission has officially placed you under my rule, which means that unless you voluntarily withdraw from training and accept the punishment of the Military Discipline Court according to the regulations for desertion, your insignificant lives will be mine......," he glared sternly at each face.

"Then I'll teach you a second lesson." He smiled slightly.

"I can make you live worse than die in the coming months, struggle every day as if you were living in hell, and make you go home worthless with remorse and nightmares and shame, and henceforth be condemned by conscience and cold-eyed by your loved ones, and bear the label of mediocrity and incompetence all your life, until you can no longer lift that damn handsome head and straighten that high-spirited backbone!" His expression became menacing.

"Or." He soothed again. "I can also let you make the most of your talents and talents, fly in the sky with your comrades, fight the enemy in the midst of artillery fire, live up to your years of hard training, and earn the respect you deserve, and after that, it is up to you to protect the gods, die or live, transfer or continue to follow."

"Your choice, cadets." The crowd looked at each other, and Fazani looked at them, as if waiting for an answer.

"There are no regrets in the sea of stars and death?" He asked aloud.

"Born in the sea of stars, there is no regret in death!!" The cadets shouted after him at the highest volume, and Fazani could clearly see the confusion in their eyes faded.

"What about you?" He turned to Mray. Southfitt asked, the young cadet had just shouted the epitaph of the Silver Alliance Navy with the group, and had to reiterate it again when he heard this.

"But I still need to know the truth about the Battle of Zoroaster, General!" He continued to ask reluctantly after shouting.

"The general's decision saved his soldiers......" Major Petowski interjected without waiting for Fazani to speak. I'm on the spot, and there's only so much you need to know. ”

"Who are you?" Southfit had been familiar to Petowski since he saw him, but he couldn't remember where he had seen the middle-aged man with the rank of major.

"Mike. Petowski. The Major smiled.

"Crazy...... Admirer of the Second Fleet...... Petowski!? The stubborn expression of the young cadet finally began to change, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, the tip of his nose was sweaty, and his cheeks were smeared with two points of redness.

"It's the 'madman' Petowski!" "The Fallen King of the Second Fleet's "Scythe of Death"!" "Steve. Kinsey's lifelong opponent! "......, the inventor of the two-plane spiral tactic", "I heard that he joined the "Volunteer Army" and founded the "Wings of Death" ......", "Is that the simulation data from last time?" PSE high scary! The students in the audience began to explode like firecrackers with a fuse, and within a few seconds, they exploded one after another.

It was indeed a world that he couldn't enter...... Fazzani smiled bitterly in his heart, he had known that he would let Petowski register for the registration number, and he took great pains to talk for a long time, bluffing and frightened, and it was not as effective as his self-introduction.

"Report!" A loud voice shouted at the door, Fazani looked at the source of the sound, and saw a small cadet standing solemnly in the doorway, he was a young man with a typical yellow-skinned appearance, with big eyes and a flat nose, and a baby face that did not match his age, and he seemed to be still childish, he stood in a military posture, but when he saw so many people looking at him, his face turned red at first.

"I ...... I'm done with the toilet,......" he stammered to the audience.