Tomorrow is the New Year of the Earth. Before the New Year, Li Yu, Han Lang, and the last batch of staff transferred from the Antarctic base loaded the supplies and came to the Nazca Wasteland in southern Peru, the headquarters of the First Army and the undeveloped Earth The b-level ruins are all located here.
Sitting on a fighter plane and looking down, the first thing that comes into view is the famous Nazca Lines, a stretch of lines that stretch for several kilometers, forming a variety of vivid patterns, engraved on the ground, and no one has been able to decipher it until now. .
The Hercules transport plane skipped those magical patterns, and the painting style suddenly changed, and a huge black interstellar warship appeared on the wasteland.
This is the Air Fortress-class cruiser, the Atlantic. Its length is more than 1,500 meters, its width is nearly 400 meters, and it is as high as a 30-story building. It has six main guns at the front and rear, eighteen auxiliary side guns, and four linkages. Type missile launcher, two fixed space torpedo launchers, two jammer launchers, etc., with a series of heavy fire attack devices.
The Atlantic has a crew of as many as 8,000 people. As the only interstellar warship of the Earth Federation, the Atlantic shoulders the important mission of guarding the earth.
It's a pity that although the Atlantic has a high force value, there is only one ship, and it cannot distribute defenses to every corner of the earth. Those predators are just taking advantage of the weakness of the lack of starships on the earth, and they can change places with one shot, often before the Atlantic arrives. , the enemy has already fled.
After crossing the cruiser Atlantic, it is the main base of the First Legion, and it is also the entrance to the b-level ruins.
A series of white circular buildings surround the entrance of the relic, and tens of thousands of superpowers are guarding it with the Atlantic Ocean. If the looters want to destroy the earth's b-level relics, they have to weigh their own strength.
Just after Christmas and New Year's Eve, there were no colorful lights in the base, and there was no celebration. The Hercules transport plane landed a little lonely at the airport a few kilometers away from the base.
Han Lang followed Li Yu to the base in a jeep. Along the way, he saw many soldiers jogging in the dark. Some people were holding thick books under the outdoor lights. The training center was overcrowded.
The jeep stopped in the yard of the base, Li Yu looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Next year is the Galaxy Conference, and everyone in the Legion is very nervous, so when Long Chuan proposed to celebrate the New Year, no one responded at all. It's just stress."
"Come with me, I'll take you to meet another group of young people who took the stress test."
There is a separate circular building at the NASCAR base, which is reserved for the group of geniuses on Earth who are most likely to advance to the main race of the Galaxy Conference. Han Lang is also one of them, so Li Yu took him to meet his future companions them.
"The department you are in was expanded by the genius team at the headquarters. There were originally seven little monsters who were under 30 years old but had a level as high as four stars in the headquarters. Twelve members, a total of forty-nine people."
"Your supervisor is Long Chuan, and he is also the captain of the Atlantic. Due to his busy schedule, you may not see him often. By the way, Chen Zhong, who has a good relationship with you, is also here."
Han Lang nodded. He had heard of Longchuan a long time ago. One of Clark's three teachers back then, together with Li Yu and Tallinn, said that he had made indelible contributions to the Earth Federation.
Now the three of them are in important positions, Li Yu is the director of the Relics Administration, Tallinn is the director of the General Administration, and Long Chuan has taken over the most important combat force on Earth, the Atlantic.
Like other places, there were no celebrations in the training camp. Han Lang and Li Yu came directly to the training center, and saw Chen Zhong, a fat man, was training his leg strength, holding a large bucket of beef jerky while doing exercises. eat.
Compared to the first time Han Lang saw him a few months ago, Chen Zhong has gained a lot of weight, his cheeks are bulging, and his belly is almost sticking out to the sky.
"Han Lang!"
When Chen Zhong saw Han Lang, he immediately ran over with a bucket of beef jerky. The alloy floor of the training center trembled as Chen Zhong ran.
"Brother, I miss you so much!" Chen Zhong shouted affectionately.
Han Lang looked around, "Why are you the only one here, monk?"
Chen Zhong curled his lips, "The monk has not passed the stress test and has already been eliminated, and now he is in the fortification group."
Apart from Han Lang, there were several other people in the training room. Chen Zhong was out of temper and pulled Han Lang to introduce them one by one.
Li Yu had other things to do, so he left first. Chen Zhong enthusiastically took Han Lang around for a tour. The Federation spent a lot of money for this group of young people who hoped to participate in the Galaxy Conference. The training camp has its own simulation cabin and various training facilities .
I haven't seen Chen Zhong for a while, Han Lang was talking excitedly with him, when suddenly a cold voice came from my ear.
"You are Han Lang?"
Han Lang looked back and saw seven people walking out of the training center. They were all young. The obvious difference from the others was that they all had very good combat uniforms and four-star honor badges on their chests.
Han Lang knew that these were the legendary seven geniuses of the headquarters. They all had impeccable potential to be promoted to four stars before the age of 30, while Han Lang and Chen Zhong were added later. All are Samsung.
It's just that these geniuses didn't seem to fit in with the group, especially the tall, thin, blond young man who looked at him with domineering eyes. He opened his mouth and called Han Lang's name coldly.
To say that the biggest difference between Han Lang and them is their aura. Although his level is not as high as theirs, Han Lang has been on a real battlefield, seen blood, and seen other superpower fighters fighting for their lives in the live broadcast of death, so Although Han Lang was young, he was calmer.
Smiling slightly, Han Lang stretched out his hand to shake hands with the tall blond boy, and said, "I am Han Lang, haven't you asked your brother's name yet?"
The tall blond boy hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly stretched out his hand to give Han Lang a high-five. He frowned and said, "You came too late. By now, all the people in the training camp have arrived."
"As the old saying goes, there is no rule without rules. Tonight we will elect the battalion commander and deputy battalion commander. We will have a backbone when we move forward."
Han Lang had no objection to this, and He Chenzhong stepped aside.
Chen Zhong held back his breath and said, "This group of guys are the most annoying. Because of their high level, they don't pay attention to us three-star fighters who came later, and they don't even want to train with us. The seven of them acted alone."
Through communicating with Chen Zhong, Han Lang knew that this tall, blond young man was called Simberg, of Germanic descent, and had a four-star intermediate cultivation level. He was the only one who had reached the level of all 49 people in the entire training camp. to such a high level.
Of course, level does not mean everything in battle, it also depends on experience, courage, superpower attributes, and so on.
Simberg had a leadership posture, summoned the forty-nine members of the camp to the gym, and said in a deep voice: "I propose to conduct a simulated battle to elect the battalion commander of the training camp, and the deputy battalion commander will be appointed by the battalion. The commander appointed that in the future, everyone will listen to the battalion commander's arrangements for everything, unite together, and form combat effectiveness as soon as possible."
"Our old batch of genius battalions unanimously elected me as the candidate for the battalion commander. You should also nominate someone later."
Han Lang frowned slightly, and was a little bit critical of Simberg's approach. Since everyone is in the same training camp and working hard for the same goal, why is there any need to divide old players and new players? In doing so, Simberg was suspected of having a small group in the camp.
Simberg shook his blond hair, glanced at the people present, and said in a deep voice: "If you all have no objections, I will be the battalion commander, and I will appoint An Beibei as the deputy battalion commander, who is also one of our old team members. Excellent character."
An Beibei is a very lively girl, in her early twenties, with good-looking wheat-colored skin and a pair of slender legs. When Simberg mentioned her, An Beibei smiled and waved to everyone, and her personality was obviously very cheerful. .
"I disagree!"
As soon as the dust was about to settle, Chen Zhong suddenly shouted at the top of his voice, and said loudly: "I think Han Lang is more qualified to be the battalion commander than you. The enemy protects the C-level prehistoric relics that are crucial to the earth. In terms of actual combat experience, Han Lang is a hundred times stronger than you guys! If you were replaced by Han Lang that day, how much could you block? Marauders?"
Chen Zhong suddenly lifted Han Lang out, which made Han Lang a little taken aback. Simberg, who was opposite him, also had an ugly face. He had always regarded himself as a genius and thought highly of himself.
"Since you are not convinced, do you dare to fight?" Simberg said coldly.
"Hit it, I'm afraid of you!" Chen Zhong immediately rolled up his sleeves, showing his arms thicker than others' thighs.