Earth.

In north-central Asia, on the outskirts of an inconspicuous town in the former Russian Federation, a manor house is now dyed golden by the twilight of the setting sun.

Seeing the huge virtual screen in front of him plunge into darkness, Marshal Chemekov turned his head to look at the bright red sunset outside the window, looked at it for a while, closed his eyes, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

It's not because of exhaustion.

As an extremely powerful star-level martial artist, he didn't feel tired just because he only had a two-hour meeting, you must know that he had set a super work record of working for five days and five nights without any rest.

It's just that every joint meeting of the Federal Army is always accompanied by endless arguments and even quarrels, and he, as the supreme leader of the Federal Army, has to feel upset every time because of balancing the relationship between all aspects and considering the balance of interests.

If possible, he was actually very reluctant to be the commander of the federal army.

For Marshal Chemekov, who loved to show his worth on the battlefield, sitting in the rear and playing with those damn and unsightly tricks of power was the thing he hated the most.

In comparison, he would rather go to the front line to be a front-line commander general, even if it is much better than a charging soldier.

But no.

He is the only star-level martial artist in the federal army, and the only star-level martial artist who is willing to stay in the army for a long time.

In the Union Army, which most admired force and merit, there was no one more qualified to be the commander of this Union Army than him.

For the sake of the overall situation and the glory of the entire Federation Army, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only be forced to sit in this position, and then waste time in these meaningless meetings every day.

Of course, to be fair, the previous two-hour meeting was not a complete waste of time, and the main topics discussed at the meeting were important matters that could determine the development of the Union Army for decades to come.

Since the promotion of the "Basic Martial Arts Promotion Act", there has been a boom in martial arts practice all over the federation, and many children and young people who were not interested in martial arts before have joined the ranks of martial artists.

The craze certainly affected the Union Army as well.

According to the estimates of the staff officers of the Policy Planning Conference Room of the Ministry of the Federal Army, in the next few years, the proportion of young people who join the Federal Army will be higher and higher, and the rank will be higher and higher.

Obviously, this will have a huge impact on the overall combat power of the Federal Army, so the military department must make corresponding changes and countermeasures.

The suggestion given in the conference room of the policy planning committee is to greatly popularize one or a few fixed martial arts in the federal army, and cooperate with the overall tactical literacy of the federal soldiers, so as to simultaneously exert a more powerful combat effectiveness in battle.

This proposal itself is good, but in the process of specific operation, it will shake the control of the major factions in the federal army over their subordinate soldiers, which naturally caused countless backlashes, causing the representatives from various ministries at the joint meeting just now to quarrel for two hours and not finalize it.

Marshal Chemekov was tired of the situation.

In his opinion, as long as it can increase the combat effectiveness of the federal army, it is good.

Those federal army moths who only care about their own interests should be driven out!

But...... He couldn't.

Even if he has been in the position of commander of the Federation Army for nearly ten years, and he has become a star-level martial artist for more than fifteen years, he is a super man in the Earth Federation in the eyes of everyone, but there are still some things he can't do.

Just as he would take a little more care of the former Russian military officers of the federal army, it is not uncommon for generals and officers of other factions in the army to fight for more benefits for their own faction's subordinates.

In the final analysis, although the Earth Federation joined the galaxy family after being discovered by the Diclan Empire's civilian fleet seven hundred and sixty years ago, and then faced strong external pressure to unify into an Earth Federation in a short period of time, the contradictions between the various factions from within are far from erased.

"What a hassle......

Marshal Chemekov took a deep breath and regained his composure.

He has been sitting in this position for nearly ten years and has not been able to get used to this kind of deceitful and powerful situation, which proves that he is indeed not suitable material for this position.

Almost instinctively, he hates those who like to play tricks.

This is also true for Mu Yutong.

It was precisely because he knew that Mu Yutong used those small means on Chu Nan and used him that Marshal Chemekov would sympathize with this little guy and be willing to help him.

Of course, Humont was willing to pull down his old face and recommend Chu Nan to come over and let him help with this favor was also one of the main reasons.

Thinking of Humont's previous expression of weakness to himself, Marshal Chemekov's serious face couldn't help but show a smile.

"It's not easy for Humont, old fellow, to get him to bow his head to me once."

In his opinion, the happiest days were the days when he fought with Humont in the barracks.

Although he faces the danger of dying on the battlefield every day, his life is extraordinarily fulfilling, and his comrades get along very well, which is far better than facing those annoying guys every day.

Thinking of life in the barracks, Marshal Chemekov thought of his life in the barracks in order to survive, and he practiced desperately and worked hard to improve himself.

Then a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, that little guy wants me to help him break through the Heavenly Realm? But can he withstand the pain I've endured? ”

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Chu Nan's body trembled violently, and all the exposed skin oozed blood at the same time, and in just a moment, the whole person became a bloody person.

"Damn, they're overestimated."

The "they" in Chu Nan's mouth were not strange things, but referred to those peripheral meridians in his body.

After spending three hours opening up the remaining twenty-one main meridians and ninety-three secondary meridians that had not yet been opened, Chu Nan's next move was to open up all the peripheral meridians as well.

It's a crazy move.

Compared with the stout main meridians, which affect the main activities of the human body, and the slightly weaker secondary meridians, which dominate all the details of the human body, the much smaller peripheral meridians are almost difficult to see clearly with the naked eye if the flesh* is dissected.

If a major meridian is broken and cannot be treated in time, a normal person may even die directly.

If a secondary meridian is cut off, the physical activity of the corresponding part of the human body will be greatly restricted and hindered.

But if you shorten a peripheral meridian, in fact, in most of the time, in addition to making people feel some pain, at most of the time, it will only make a very small part of your flesh * body feel abnormal, and the overall impact on the body is negligible, and you can almost ignore it.

For martial artists, being able to open up enough major meridians and secondary meridians is enough to allow the internal breath to affect every part of the body through the flow in these meridians, and then use this to completely refine and improve the physical body, achieve the ultimate perfect hegemony, and use this to impact a more powerful level.

Therefore, in comparison, the peripheral meridian is almost a thing that is completely ignored by all martial artists.

Run to open up the peripheral meridians?

Crazy, right? (To be continued.) )