The first thoroughly investigated competition topic used to draw lots.
Now that I think about it, the reason why Your Excellency the Marshal made the decision to enter the system was entirely due to the exam questions drawn.
"Shere, haven't you thrown the note you just used for the lottery? Take it out." With his hands clasped and his elbows resting on the table, Argos' voice suddenly came from the end of the conference table.
"It's all here with me." Cautious by nature, Marshal Cher-Rothsay's adjutant hurriedly brought out all the paper balls. There are a total of 23 people present, plus the Marshal and General Condon, a total of 25 people, who have the right to decide the content of the game.
The paper balls that Xie Er brought over were not much or not, just 25 pieces, one of which had already been opened, and it was the piece that His Excellency the Marshal had just drawn.
Unfolding the notes one by one, everyone's faces darkened: the titles on all the notes were exactly the same.
No matter which ball of paper your Excellency the Marshal has just drawn, he will enter the system in the end!
This is a conspiracy!
"The exam questions are sent to the central intellectual brain in the conference room by all the adults present, and they are printed out and automatically folded into paper balls. No one will see the test questions during the whole process." Sher was obviously a little nervous. He recounted the lottery process, which he had done every game before, and never went wrong.
"We came up with a good question, entered the question into the intellectual brain, and transmitted it from the intellectual brain to the central intellectual brain... There is no problem until this step." After checking the records on his intellectual brain, Dean Aude said: "The problem is The central brain, someone tampered with its program."
"Quick! Let the technicians check the program of the central brain!" Looking at the security officer behind him who was tremblingly waiting for the order, Dean Comlo shouted loudly!
"In short, the top priority is to rescue the Marshal and General Condon from the system as soon as possible, as well as those new students. Once this matter is leaked, the foundation of the empire will be unstable." Lieutenant General Yoran's calm voice came from the side. , he ordered in an orderly manner: "Block the news and announce that the game is still going on normally."
"...I just sent someone to try to log in to the system to see if I can get more information from the inside, but unfortunately it failed, and the entire system is currently blocked." Argos brought another message and heard the news. , the hearts of everyone sank at the same time.
"So, all you can count on are these freshmen who have entered the system before." Lieutenant General Yoran fell silent after speaking.
Everyone knows the reason for the silence. Those children were attacked by strong fire just after entering the system. It is known that two colleges have been eliminated, and—
"Wait—look here!" A female voice suddenly broke the heavy atmosphere in the conference room. Following the direction her index finger pointed, everyone in the room aimed at the screen in the far corner.
As the battleships of other academies disappeared into the universe one by one, the screens showing the game screen to senior military officials in all directions became black screens. At this time, a white spaceship in the corner was particularly eye-catching.
"Zoom in! Hurry up!" Lieutenant General Yolan, who has always been calm and self-controlled, also brought a little impetuousness to his voice. Without his urging, someone had already enlarged the screen for the first time, and the unobtrusive picture that could only be shrunk in the corner was instantly magnified dozens of times and appeared in front of all the high-ranking officials!
"Not an enemy! This is a spaceship driven by a freshman!" Someone immediately confirmed the identity of the spaceship!
The battleships that just chased the freshmen were all silver-white bat-type battleships. This spaceship was obviously different from them in both color and shape.
It's not even a battleship.
This ship is obviously a transport ship, which is very large and is generally used to transport materials and even soldiers over long distances.
"Find a way to cut the perspective in! We have to determine which academy student is in it as soon as possible!" Lieutenant General Yolan urged eagerly.
Although the log-in and log-out function of the system was blocked, the external monitoring system was still running. After entering a few lines of instructions, the technician finally successfully cut the perspective into the cockpit inside the spacecraft.
The figure of the boy sitting alone in front of the huge console, carrying out various operations in an orderly manner, was in front of everyone's eyes.
"This child is..." Lieutenant General Yoran frowned.
"Muggan, he is Muggan from Imperial College." In the end, it was Argos who pronounced his name correctly.
So, as of now, the identity of the only survivor who has appeared in front of them has finally been determined—
Imperial College!
"Why are the remaining students of the Imperial Comprehensive Academy, if it is the Imperial Military Academy, it would be fine, otherwise the Imperial Defense Academy..." After confirming the identity of Mugen, an official couldn't help complaining.
In the final analysis, the Imperial College does not belong to the military system. They know nothing about the military and the army, let alone expect them to have the iron-blooded spirit that only soldiers can do to complete their tasks!
"I think that if he can stand here, he is already much stronger than the academy you just mentioned." Glancing at the man coldly, Dean Aud turned his head back blankly.
Ignoring this little episode, Lieutenant General Yolan kept his eyes on Mugen, looking at him, his eyebrows that were originally furrowed suddenly stretched.
"Find a way to contact this student." Lieutenant General Yolan only said this.
This command is easy to say, but it is really difficult to do. The communication channel on the spacecraft to the outside world was interrupted. They could see everything that happened on the spacecraft, but they could not transmit any information to the people on the spacecraft!
Until the technicians found a solution, they could only watch the teenager on the screen keep busying around.
But looking at it, they also saw a doorway.
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"I didn't find out just now: isn't this spacecraft the Lander?" Someone finally recognized the type of the spacecraft through the console!
The Lander was originally designed to replace the transport ships commonly used by the army at that time. However, its operating system was too complicated. There were 33 more buttons than other transport ships, and a driver could not operate it at all. If there are two pilots, they will affect each other and ultimately affect the actual operation level of the spacecraft.
The complex operating system became the fundamental reason why the Lander was eventually eliminated.
It was judged not to meet the requirements in the test of the virtual system, and the last work of the famous warship designer ended up as scrap.
The young man's expression was calm, his eyes constantly reflected lines of numbers scrolling across the screen, and he didn't give a single line of sight to the console below. His fingers tapped precisely on the console like a phantom.
Staring at the teenager for a longer time, everyone found the truth of the matter: he was not able to operate the military spaceship proficiently, he was making mistakes all the time, but he found and corrected mistakes too fast, often in mistakes Before it happens, he can realize in time that he is about to make a mistake and pull it back in time.
It's like if you accidentally dropped a porcelain bottle to the ground, the ground is very hard, and the porcelain bottle will shatter. Everyone will immediately think of the consequences of this failure when they miss it. They know it's a mistake, but very few of them can be there. Before the porcelain bottle fell to the ground, he quickly picked up the porcelain bottle and took it back into his hand.
Morgan can.
To put it bluntly, his hand speed is too fast!
But he didn't realize it himself. The uncles use "consciousness" to operate themselves, and the speed of "thinking" is much faster than the response of the body. For a long time, Muggan has been trying his best to catch up with the uncles' demands, and he has become accustomed to it.
Muggan did not master the operation of the ship from the beginning, but learned from constant mistakes, and in this learning process, he grew rapidly.
Under the operation of Mugen, the huge white spaceship rolled dexterously in the vast universe, dodging the long-awaited black hole in front of it, and dodging the meteorite that hit, and finally, Mu, who was already a skilled pilot, Root drove the Lander to the next galaxy, and he managed to get rid of the silver-white hunters behind him.
Hunters: =.=
Witnesses: =.=
Boy, did you forget something? (Hey! This is not a spaceship driving competition! Look at your task bar! His Excellency the Marshal is still waiting for you to rescue!)
This kid looks so unreliable...
However, he is the only freshman who has escaped the pursuit of an unknown enemy so far.
Not the only one, he escaped with a whole team!
Looking at the students in the inner cabin who vomited and woke up due to violent turbulence, Lieutenant General Yolan pursed the corners of his mouth.