Jonny closes the door and watches the taxi slowly move away, spotting a couple of guys with headsets and megaphones shouting in front of the crowd, and soon after everyone is in order. Two men and a woman, dressed in the uniforms of non-commissioned officers of the Silver Alliance Navy, were standing guard outside the limestone courtyard gate with weapons in hand, their backs straight, their eyes staring into the void, oblivious to the noisy scene in front of them, not even blinking their eyelids.

Seeing this, Cornell hurriedly pulled the two of them to line up in the crowd, while Roger, who had just stood still, stared at a tall statue in front of the school gate in shock, the stone sculpture was strong, holding a long fork, about four or five Tilner heights, looking beautifully carved and lifelike.

"Who is this, JFK?" Roger became inexplicably interested in the statue.

"Poseidon, the god of the sea of the previous generation." Jonny guessed the identity of the sculpture from the shape of the trident.

"Poseidon?" Roger was a little weird.

"Well, the Old World oceans are three-fifths of the area, and Poseidon ruled the seas in ancient Greek mythology, he was the patron saint of the navy at that time, which may be the reason why this statue is in front of the flight academy." Jonny explained.

"How do you know the size of the ocean in the old days?" Roger asked casually as he stared at the statue, but disarmed Jonny before his body stiffened.

"Okay, I'm a little interested in this, you can tell me the details of what you see in the pathway." Roger's words relieved Jonny, who didn't dare to stare into his friend's eyes and turned his gaze away from the crowd, so that he could sense that something was wrong in a matter of seconds.

He found that there were elderly people in the queue, and there were also teenagers who had not yet come out of the box, and there were old and young, men and women in the square.

"It doesn't seem like there's a queue here." Jonny first raised it with the two, and Roger on the side immediately sensed the problem when he heard this, and Cornell, who was listening to the explanation in front of him with great interest. Clark didn't realize it, and Roger tugged at his sleeve, but he turned back and made a booing gesture to him.

“…… Far-sighted, kill with one blow, but build a nest on the top of a steep mountain, and raise children in a place where no one can reach. In the distant past, the previous generation of humans always associated the winged eagle with the fighter pilot...... "In front of the line of three, a diminutive woman dressed in the overalls of a travel agency in Belier was introducing the crowd of tourists through a loudspeaker.

"It is rumored that one of the founders of the Federal Navy, Kane. Inspired by these murals painted on the decks of starships, Baryl was influenced by the long-extinct king of birds to design the Federation's first Wasp space fighter. At the beginning of the construction of the city of Belier, it was precisely because of his proposal that the site of the academy, which would later become the cradle of pilots, was chosen here, which naturally carried the metaphor of comparing it to the nest of eagles. The voice was low and suffocated, and the speed of speech was not slow, but there was no pause, and the lady of the tour guide could be heard to repeat these words countless times.

"The number of cadets in the school is 2,000, because it is a four-year system, so according to the grades, there are four flying groups, each grade has 500 cadets, divided into ten classes, so each class becomes an independent flying team."

“…… The academy itself is a military base and is part of a regular ground service wing, look at the gatekeepers......" The guide lady pointed to the three soldiers.

"Because they are not awarded a rank before graduation, they are both cadets and active duty soldiers, and we can tell from the epaulettes that they come from the third grade, because this year's recruitment of freshmen is still in full swing, so there is undoubtedly a lack of a first-year cadet here."

The soldiers stood up straight, the crowd turned to each other, and a few pretty girls in Beelzebub Stallion uniforms were holding their watches and taking various selfies against the backdrop of the poor students. A nearby tour group was leading through the side door under the guidance of the guide, and Cornell finally realized that something was wrong after listening to the introduction of the lady in front of him.

"Ma'am, ma'am." He hurriedly called the crowd forward and hurriedly asked the tour guide. "Isn't this the team that signed up?"

"Sign up? What's the name? The diminutive woman turned the microphone away and looked at Cornell with a strange expression.

"Pilot sign up! Freshmen are taking the exam! "Seeing that the other party's eyes are more confused, Cornell will be relieved." It's not me, it's the two of them. He turned around and ran back, pulling Roger and Jonny out of the crowd.

"Oh? It turned out that you applied for this college, so I'm afraid you're going to the wrong door. "The tour guide lady understands." This is the entrance for tourists, and the entrance for students is in the Cardette Valley, which is not close to here. ”

"Huh? Is this still divided? Cornell said with some tears and laughter.

"Of course, this is the Bailier Flight Academy, the campus students and faculty members, together with the ground support force there are almost 5,000 people, the academy covers an area of the top of the small half of Bailier City, which is called Poseidon Gate, which is the entrance to the campus tour, and there are also Oath Gate and Jinsai Gate around...... "Maybe it's because of habit, as long as it involves this college, the tour guide's words have a little bit of introduction." When she said this, she read something from Cornell's anxious face. "Wait, is your appointment in the afternoon? It's not too early, and if you drive down the mountain to the Cardette Valley now, I'm afraid you'll miss the working hours here. ”

"It's too bad, the notice says it's overdue, that hateful taxi, I'm going to have to write a lengthy bad review for it." Cornell hated it.

"If you find someone to take you from the campus, it's much closer than taking a detour down the mountain and coming from the other side." The tour guide lady suggested to Cornell.

"Can you take us there?" Cornell was mistaken and held up his watch to pop up the credit screen. "What is the private tour guide service, you know, we have a discussion in terms of price." He immediately prepared to bargain.

"Me? I can't. The tour guide hurriedly waved his hand. We don't have permission as a travel agency in the military control area, this is a military base, and I still have so many individual tourists to ......."

"Then you tell me a number, I promise not to make a counteroffer." Cornell was still not discouraged.