The conference room is typical boot camp style, everything is kept simple. Even the walls are exposed bluestone raw materials, and the metal brackets are clearly visible.
The only decoration is a hand-painted map of the empire's territory that fills the entire wall, which is the style of painting at least a thousand years ago, when Xugu was still on the top planetary belt of the world. And more than 700 years ago, it derailed and fell, bringing the creatures of the two upper continents into hell, and the broken and floating wreckage became the most abundant source of rare ore for the human race.
The doors and windows of the conference room were open, but it was of no use. The room was full of smog, and most of the dozen or so soldiers sitting around the long conference table were puffing and arguing from time to time. Most of them are very young, but their military ranks are very high, and the lowest is the rank of lieutenant colonel or even colonel.
On the main seat of the long table, there is even a brigadier general! And this handsome and feminine young brigadier general is not yet thirty years old.
On the conference table, there were hundreds of candidates' files, with different marks on the cover, which were being passed around by these officers. Sometimes two people will fight for a file, and their faces will be red.
These officers are representatives of major special forces and are responsible for the recruitment. These candidate files are specially selected according to the established criteria. Candidates whose files do not appear here have actually lost their qualifications to enter the special forces.
The seemingly chaotic meeting room actually has a faint order. All the files are read by the people sitting at both ends of the long table first, and then they are passed to other people in turn.
Sitting at one end was the young brigadier general, and at the other end was a burly soldier with sharp-edged faces, who looked about thirty-five or sixteen.
At this moment, there is a file at each end of the long table, each of which has been stamped with a special mark. One is a headless angel with broken wings, and the other is a lifelike red scorpion.
The young Brigadier General held another document in his hand, which was Qianye's file. After looking at it for a while, he casually threw it on the table, and said disdainfully: "I'm almost seventeen, and I have to work hard to withstand twenty tides of force. We Broken Wing Angels don't have this kind of stuff that barely passes." interest!"
Upon hearing this, the eyes of the other officers lit up, and more than a dozen eyes were fixed on Qianye's file. That's twenty force tides! Those whom the Broken Wing Angel despises can be used as trump cards by them.
As soon as the file landed on the table, several big hands stretched out impatiently. It looks like there will be another fight over Qianye's ownership.
However, at this moment, an inconspicuous but unusually deep force suddenly enveloped Qianye's file. The middle-aged soldier sitting at the other end of the long table stretched out his hand to grab it, and Qianye's file slid on the long table by itself, and came in front of him.
With a snap, the middle-aged soldier's big hand pressed on Qianye's file: "We, the Red Scorpion, want this man!"
There was a sigh in the conference room.
The young brigadier general sneered and said, "I never thought that the famous Red Scorpion would even want this kind of rubbish now! No wonder Red Scorpion has only been ranked third in three consecutive military competitions."
The middle-aged soldier was not angry, but said flatly: "What we Red Scorpions want are soldiers who can kill enemies for the empire, not masters with empty statistics."
The Brigadier General immediately stood up and said angrily, "What do you mean!"
The middle-aged soldier said leisurely: "What do I mean? It has been clearly stated in the Imperial Military Merit List."
In the empire's military merit list, the Red Scorpion Legion firmly suppressed the Broken Wing Angels, ranking second in three consecutive competitions. Of course, after the shining military exploits, there are piles of bones of red scorpion warriors.
The brigadier general was extremely angry, his face turned pale, and then he snorted heavily, grabbed the marked file on the table, raised it vigorously, and said word by word: "Did you see, Wei Qiyang! He came from a family with a long history, The secret combat skills are mysterious and profound, and this is the real powerhouse in the future! Nothing is better than that piece of garbage in your hand!"
The middle-aged soldier chuckled and said, "How did I hear that he seemed to be defeated by garbage in the fighting arena?"
The brigadier snorted disdainfully, and said, "It's just that Wei Qiyang has no combat experience. And all the potential of your garbage has been discovered in the Huangquan training camp. What room for improvement in the future? Huh, a man picked up from a garbage dump It's just a little bastard who came back. Even if you Red Scorpion want to hug Lin Xitang's thigh, you don't need to spend this money!"
The middle-aged soldier's face turned serious, and he said coldly, "You better respect Commander Lin!"
"We are not afraid of him!" The brigadier general was not polite, then knocked on the conference table, and said, "How about letting them fight a game in a year? Let's see if that little trash can beat our Angel with Broken Wings." people in the middle!"
The middle-aged soldier agreed without hesitation: "Okay! What are you betting on?"
The brigadier general leaned forward, showing a false and exaggerated smile, and said, "A six-level force gun! How about it?"
Hearing the level six force gun, all the officers gasped! The sixth-level force gun is a weapon that is only qualified to be equipped by the deputy commander of the special army!
The middle-aged soldier took a deep breath, nodded slowly, and said, "Okay, I bet!"
"I'm waiting for your gun!" The brigadier general laughed loudly, strode out of the conference room, his voice still came from outside the door: "This assessment is full of rubbish!"
When Qianye woke up from a deep sleep, it was already noon the next day.
A beautiful female military doctor with a face as hard as a stone on the tundra walked into the repair room, threw his clothes over, and hurled words like a waterfall onto Qianye's head.
"Put on your clothes quickly, and disappear from here in three minutes! There are still a lot of people waiting in line outside! Why don't you wear pants? How long are you going to dangle that thing in front of me? You think it's enough Is it big? If it doesn’t disappear from my sight within thirty seconds, I’ll cut it out and soak it in embalming fluid as a decoration on my desk!!”
Although he had seen a lot of ups and downs in the Huangquan training camp, Qianye was still completely defeated in front of this human monster. He put on his clothes as fast as he could in his life, and ran away.
When Qianye escaped from the hospital, he suddenly had a strange idea, why not ask that beautiful human monster for a contact information
As soon as this idea popped up, Qianye himself was taken aback. He wondered if he had stayed in the training camp for a long time, and left suddenly, and as a result, his spirit was a little abnormal.
When Qianye came out of the inner camp, he immediately saw Shi Yan who was waiting for him.
As soon as he saw Qianye, the man who was usually as silent as a stone opened his mouth wide and laughed, then slapped Qianye heavily on the shoulder and said, "Nice job, kid!"
Qianye was suddenly puzzled.
Shi Yan patted himself on the head and said, "Look, I'm a little confused! You have been admitted by Red Scorpion!"
"Red Scorpion?" Qianye didn't react for a moment. He carefully thought about the names of the special forces recruited this time, and it seemed that there were no Red Scorpions among the legions in the middle and lower reaches, nor did the legions in the upper reaches.
Qianye's heart suddenly beat violently a few times, and he stuttered with excitement: "You mean... that red scorpion?"
"It's the Red Scorpion, the Red Scorpion Legion that has always been ranked among the top five in the empire!"
Qianye held his breath, the great joy had completely overwhelmed him! He never expected that he would be able to enter the two top elite legions of the Broken Wing Angel or the Red Scorpion. After all, his performance in the force test was really not that good. Twenty rounds of force tides are just a passing standard.
"In three days, you will report to the Red Scorpion Legion's garrison. The time is a bit tight, but there is still time to prepare for the night. Let's go, I'll take you to have a drink!"
Shi Yan was also so excited that he looked like a different person than usual, he dragged Qianye and rushed out of the camp. As soon as the two walked a few steps, Wei Potian appeared out of nowhere and blocked Qianye's way.
Qianye sized Wei Potian up and down, with a strange expression on his face, and suddenly asked, "Do you like being beaten?"
Wei Potian was posing in a chic standing posture with his arms folded, when he heard this, his expression became extremely exciting, and he had the urge to vomit blood. But Qianye's expression was extremely serious, and he didn't seem to be teasing or teasing him.
Although the contact time was very short, Wei Potian probably had a sense of the other party's temper. It was obvious that Qianye was really suspicious, and he was very outspoken.
This is the most maddening place!
"Lin Qianye! I have already been selected by the Broken Wing Angel. In this test site, I am the only one who joined the Broken Wing Angel!" Wei Potian said proudly.
Qianye smiled and said, "How about it? Do you want to fight again? I think you just like to be beaten."
Wei Potian's face was blue and red, and he said angrily: "Change the game if you have the guts! Come on, come on, come on, real men are also heroes of wine, the two of us will fight to drink tonight, how about it, dare you?"
"What else do you have to lose?" Qianye disagreed.
Wei Potian shouted in an octave higher pitch: "If I lose, I will unbuckle my belt immediately!!"
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence all around! The movements of the people coming and going seemed to be a beat slower, and everyone focused their strange eyes on Wei Potian.
There are also a few men who are obviously interested in Wei Potian, who is burly and masculine, and their eyes have become lustful. Several fair-skinned young men even cast a wink at Wei Potian.
Qianye had nothing to say for a while, thanks to Wei Potian's gift, he also became the focus of attention.
The corners of Shi Yan's mouth twitched a little. His expression today may have changed more than in previous years. His eyes fell on the emblem on Wei Potian's belt buckle, and he immediately recognized that it was the logo of the direct line of the Wei family in the Far East. At the same time, he also noticed that Qianye There is one more thing around the neck, hanging the necklace of the eagle head.
After contacting Wei Potian about the wine and betting agreement proposed before, Shi Yan somewhat understood the ins and outs.
The Wei family is a long-established aristocratic family, the Far East is its birthplace, and it has intermarried with the Langya Wang family for generations, and its influence has penetrated into the two major provinces. The Wei family was not far or close to Lin Xitang at ordinary times, and they had no friendship or enmity. Even if a wealthy family like this can't win over and make friends, at least they shouldn't make enemies.
"Leave here first!" Shi Yan decisively dragged Qianye away from the scene with a strange atmosphere.
At nightfall, Shi Yan brought Qianye to a bar in the city, and not long after they sat down, Wei Potian suddenly showed up uninvited.
He sat down across from Qianye, slapped the table hard, and shouted: "Lin Qianye! Do you think I won't be able to find you if you hide here? People from my Wei family in Xiangyang City Still a lot."
"What on earth are you going to do?"