When, after a pointless questioning, the Empire's laser weapon was left in his hands, a cheap, durable, and extremely solid weapon that would accompany him until he died.

In a sense, this thing is already his only partner.

He came to his room, it should be said that the temporary room, to be precise, he is not an astral army now, just a reserve force, and he will not be divided into squads, but not surprisingly, the people in this room are members of his team.

This reminded him of the dormitory when he was a student, where dozens of square meters were crammed with people, and the number of people here also happened to be the number of a tactical squad, ten people.

The people here are all old faces, old colleagues in the factory, but their names are not known in the usual heavy labor, and now it is only embarrassing to cram ten people into that room in an instant, that is, everyone is only packing their own things.

Alan Bair went to his bedside, sorted his things, played with his dog tags, he didn't bring anything from home, because he had nothing, but the others would have statues of the Emperor around their necks, or something.

Stuffing his belongings into the cabinet, Alan Baier crossed Erlang's legs, thinking about what the days would be after that, and then left his comrades on the bed next to him, he was looking at the photo, and he was surprised to be a new face.

However, Alan Baier didn't want to snoop on other people's privacy, but it was too close, and the photos were not cheap, and few families could afford to take pictures of really precious things.

The photo shows a beautiful blonde girl in thick clothes smiling in a square on the middle floor, and the home planet of Alan Bair is very cold, which also causes the inhabitants above to resemble Maozi.

In general, the quality of the Nest City Girl is unexpectedly high, just not plump enough, but Alan Baier doesn't want to laugh at this person who has left home at the moment.

He spoke. "You don't think you should be here, at least you have someone waiting for you at home."

The man in the bed next to him suddenly got up, his head hit the wall, and he panicked, as if he didn't know what was going on in the east, west, north and south.

He had brown hair and wasn't big, and if he were any smaller, Alan Bair would think he was a Letherin and protect his things.

He blushed. "Yes, she's my fiancée, my name is John Denn, hello." He stretched out his hand, which was a good step, and the two of them got to know each other like this, because they came from the same place and had a lot of topics.

But they had only just gotten to know each other, and the platoon commander suddenly opened the door.

"Get up, get up! It's training time! Your first lesson is here! ”

Alan Baier immediately packed up his things, especially his laser gun, which he wanted to cherish and hang on his body.

Then complain to Mr. John, whom he had just met. "He's obviously a recruit, so why is he a corporal?"

John Deen replied. "He's a gangster in Chaodu, and he's very competitive, and he likes soldiers like this, you know."

Alan Baier nodded, there was no way, the gangster guy had even shot, so he could only follow the platoon commander.

He thought that the first day of training would be shooting, or military logic, but the reality was...

The Anglican priest was pointing to the endless flat ground outside, and their first lesson was to open the door and go outside for a few laps.

Of course, he was wearing a protective suit, and there were the leaders of the guards watching, this was like a child's play, but Alan Baier looked at John Deen next to him, looking at the endless horizon, and his legs were weak.

He suddenly realized how difficult it was for the inhabitants of the nest capital, and how difficult it was to look at the horizon when he substituted the memories of this body and found that the repression had become the norm.

The priest shouted words of encouragement, put on a solo spacesuit, and walked around outside, and inside the spacesuit there was encouragement from the leader of the guards, which was not difficult, everyone could overcome it, but this matter was the most important.

Today, I will train for this all day until all the recruits are used to it, and it is rare that there are no groups of people, but one-on-one.

Interestingly, whether it is the Empire's split of the Astral Army or the independence of the Navy, it is fundamentally because of the fear of soldiers rebelling, they can not waste time on prayers, practice more and shoot more, and they will not die so many recruits.

But for today's empire, the faith of the soldier is more important than the skill of the firearm.

When the soldiers kept changing, soon it was Alan Baier's turn, and he was wearing a heavy old spacesuit, and there was a smell of urine in it, and I was afraid that bastard couldn't stand it, in it...

... He cursed secretly, and walked out of the house, and a male voice came over the intercom.

"Soldier, Alan Bair, number C17343, how is it feeling?"

Alan Baier cleared his throat. "I'm fine, sir, if only this spacesuit weren't so stinky."

The male voice returned.

"That's right, you're in the best shape of this group of recruits at the moment."

Alan Baier was happy in his heart, and he directly praised him, indicating that his score had become better, and he could really climb up in the Astral Army.

"Now, go further and let me see."

"Roger." Alan Baier walked on the low-gravity moon, walked for three or four minutes, and then looked up at his home star, pale color, like a large disk wrapped in ice, grand and beautiful.

It is said that hundreds of centuries ago, it was also full of life.

He wiped his mask to see more clearly, but found that there were a few points that he couldn't wipe clean.

"What's going on?" He muttered to himself, only to find that the dot was getting bigger...

It wasn't until he could see clearly that it was a few twisted sea serpent-like things, flying in an airless vacuum, and an urgent voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"God Emperor forbid, it's Mirgusri, shoot, shoot!"

Next, a large number of light curtains appeared around, but that kind of huge flying sea snake should be a sea snake?

They are not very afraid of heavy fire, and their surface has a strange glow that reflects most beam weapons.

"Stupid, use explosives! Hurry up and notify the Orbital Defense Department! ”

It was a long half-minute before the roar of the bomb spread through the silent universe, but it was too slow, close enough for the blood of the sea snake to spill on Alan Bair's mask, and he felt for the first time the low mobility of the Empire, and this low level brought his misfortune with it.

The body of the cosmic creature large enough was attracted by the gravitational pull of the satellite, and when he was hit by the falling corpse, it was just the dust that was kicked up, and he was blown away, there was no air, just the pressure of the dust.

"No, no, no!" There was an urgent voice from the communication, the leader of the guards seemed to be a good man, was he concerned about himself? Or do you care about your own merits?

At this moment, Alan Baier was "dancing" in mid-air, and his body could not move, and he went straight over the crater on the moon next to the training ground, and landed inside, kicking up a cloud of dust, and his head was also staggering in the impact.

He wasn't unconscious, but the training-level communicator failed because he had flown for an unknown amount of distance, and he looked at where he had fallen, and his fingers felt an unusual touch.

He picked up the dust in his hand, and on it was a strange ball.

He only felt abrupt, a tingling pain in his fingers, and then a warning that there was a hole in the spacesuit, which was fortunately very small, and on his fingers, it was okay to block it with his hand.

[Human DNA was collected, restrictions lifted.] 】

【The solar system is normal】

[Welcome to use the opener series, civilian shooting assist system, this product is white spherical, no pattern, can help users meet the shooting assistance work in all situations, and help the bracket to carry out planet transformation work. 】

Alan Baier only felt that he had fallen into a daze, and at this moment there was a crosshairsman of a shooting game in front of him, and this... System?

I've been telling him to shoot here, accurately.