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"Company Commander, do you still remember your original recruitment propaganda?"

Strolling in a busy camp, Chen Jun and Su Ao's leisure seemed a little out of place with the others around him.

It was like a lion patrolling his territory and his faithful jackal.

Although they were a lieutenant and a second lieutenant, it was really not worth mentioning in the camp where the generals and the school officials were crowded with.

But no one dared to underestimate them, because they belong to Hell Paratroopers, a new ace force that can confront alien forces head-on.

"Of course, how could I not remember it."

Su Ao, who was one position behind Chen Jun, smiled, showed a look of remembrance, and recited softly.

"The most difficult battlefield, a slim reward."

"Life with bullets, unbearable dangers."

“You will be honored and praised until your survival…”

It seemed that he remembered those dead comrades, and his voice became increasingly low.

There were 97 Hell Paratroopers in the first batch to be selected, but just after a small-scale battle, 35 brothers left them forever...

But the dead are gone, and the living can only continue to survive with difficulty.

Su Ao thought of this and added.

"Although I wrote some of the second-tier ones, it is indeed the actual situation we are facing."

"Ha, even so, I won't give you a dime salary."

Chen Jun didn't care about this.

Because he knew very well that these men who were willing to respond to the call of the motherland and gathered under him would definitely only seek ridiculous salary.

"But, Commander..."

Su Ao hesitated for a moment, and finally asked.

"When we participated in the selection, we took more than a month, went through several rounds of assessment and screening, and finally we only left 97 people now."

"Although everyone called you a 'devil', 'devil' and so on..."

"But we thought about it carefully later and found that every assessment content of yours is full of profound meaning."

"If it weren't for your strict requirements at the time, we might have been wiped out in the last battle..."

"Enough, even if I flatter me, I won't give you a salary and get promoted!"

"Didn't you see myself still a lieutenant?"

Chen Jun shook his head when he heard it in front, turned around and cursed.

"If you don't have the education, don't learn from others' words. If you have a lot, just let it go!"

"Ahem."

Su Ao coughed twice, without any embarrassment of seeing through the little thoughts.

After following someone for a while, he has not made much progress elsewhere, and his face is getting thicker and thicker.

"I mean... I only took half a month to evaluate and screen these recruits. Is it really okay?"

He also asked questions that many old members were concerned about.

In the subsequent battlefield, they are likely to fight against each other, either living or dying, and there is no chance for the recruits to grow in their mistakes.

Now that the assessment is approaching the end of the assessment, the personnel have basically finalized it.

The expanded Hell Paratroopers will reach the size of a battalion with three companies under their jurisdiction.

More than 60 paratroopers who survived the last battle will be split into these three companies and assume the responsibilities of low-level officers or battlefield commanders.

The current situation is turbulent, and the country needs to use victory after victory to stabilize the people's hearts.

They were the Massive Soldiers before, but they were super soldiers after all. The superman-like existence in the eyes of ordinary people will make people feel somewhat unreal.

And now there is Hell Paratroopers - this unit composed of ordinary soldiers and is armed by technology.

Of course, gj is spared even more effort when promoting it.

The promotion notice and the award of medals hit the team like snowflakes, whether it is a living or a dead person.

The reason why they survived was entirely because of the angels who arrived in time, all the officers and soldiers of the "Tianhe" knew this clearly.

But the public doesn't care. They only care about victory. As for whether to win or survive by chance... is there any difference?

…

"A new war can break out at any time."

"It is precisely because of this that we have cooperated with the Angel Civilization and are ready to fight the coming evil together."

"At least those beautiful ladies believe in order and justice, much better than those damn demons and gluttons."

As if he was chatting, Chen Jun first said something that seemed to have nothing to do with the problem, and then he changed his mind.

"To say something unpleasant... it's just a short man who picks the general."

“15 days?”

"Haha, I barely agreed with you guys with my nose pinched my nose."

"Did you know that the above only gave me a few days at the beginning?"

He glanced at Su Ao behind him and made a gesture representing numbers.

“7 days!”

"Damn, what can I do in seven days?"

"In the end, I fought for a long time, and finally increased the time to 15 days."

"It's just a helpless move."

"To put it simply, it is a 'crash class'. First select a group of those with some basic skills, and then throw it directly on the battlefield!"

"The real elites are coming out... whether they are killing enemies or being killed."

"But they are lucky enough than ordinary soldiers."

"One day in the future, they will have at least a fight with the alien invaders, equipped with power armor."

"What's more, their commander is excellent enough."

Looking at the commander walking in front and listening to his thoughts, Su Ao suddenly discovered-

The distance between him and this familiar back... has never been reduced.

Their commanders always seem to like to take on everything alone.

Thinking of this, Su Ao suddenly spoke.

"Commander, the Hell Paratrooper is behind you."

"Um?"

Chen Jun was stunned when he heard this, and then raised the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, I get it."

"Dear Company Commander, let's go and see the newly arrived 'toys'."

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"The commander is here-"

First there was a roar, followed by a neat collision of armor.

Looking at the ten hell paratroopers who saluted him, Chen Jun, who held his hands behind him, nodded slightly.

"Open the warehouse door."

Accompanied by his orders, the thick alloy bin door emitted a pressure relief sound, and then slowly opened in front of him.

This is a temporary apron located outside the camp. In front of Chen Jun and Su Ao is a large Galaxy transport aircraft carrying "cargo" and ten hell paratroopers responsible for guarding "cargo".

"Commander, there are 320 sets of power armor in total. Do you need to count it?"

Faced with the problem of paratroopers, Chen Jun refused to comment, glanced at the cabin in front of him, and was so happy that he whistled directly.

If you listen carefully, you can vaguely hear that he is still playing the "Steel Torrent March".

——In front of them, brand new power armor painted in red and black stayed quietly in the cabin, like a group of soldiers undergoing inspection.

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