In the seventh-floor research institute that ordinary students cannot enter, several elderly people in military uniforms and two women in white coats are looking at a large screen.

On the screen, more than 20 senior seniors - counselors from the practical department and military training instructors from the command department, were pulled behind by a freshman.

An uncle in military uniform smiled and said, "This freshman is very strong. If he can't get over the command department, he doesn't know why."

The few people looked at the oldest and the highest rank among them, but they found that there were some smiles on the lips of the vice principal of Gael Military Academy that they could not understand the specific meaning.

"Of course his son will not be a weak person. Lin Zhengling, a student, has a very impressive background. Pay attention to it. If there is any danger in the next training program, protect him at all costs." The vice principal took the teacup in front of him and drank, "If something happened to him, none of us would assume the responsibility."

"I understand."

"clear."

The only young man in the last place who looked about thirty years old and in a white coat raised his eyebrows, "Wow, is it a great background?"

"Don't ask more, see how he performed today... and add another column of troops to allow reconnaissance aircraft and satellites to scan for any abnormal movements in the infected group within 500 miles of the school."

An adjutant standing in the corner meticulously wrote down these instructions and whispered: "Yes, General."

...

"Care equipment! Enter the light transport vehicle, fast! fast!"

"The firearms have limited damage to infected bodies, and they mainly rely on close combat weapons to kill them! Are there anyone who is not confident in their melee strength? Come and get the spitting gun!"

"Quick! Find your own seat!"

Ling was the first to arrive at the transport convoy. Even before the convoy was stable, he was already carrying two standard narrow-edged swords, two pistols, and a semi-automatic rifle, and entered the transport vehicle in the front and began to organize his equipment.

Scarlet! The saber was unsheathed, and the flickering blade reflected Lin Zhengling's tense face.

The standard saber evolved from the ancient Tang sword. The front edge is thin and the rear edge increases weight and thickness, which can increase the power of chopping and slashing and easily draw after chopping.

High-strength alloy material can withstand super power explosions without breaking; the extended handle can be held in both hands or attacked with both hands and swords... To a certain extent, this standard saber is the weapon that kills the most infected bodies in the history of the Dome Screen.

After checking the status of the two sabers, Han Xin and two other counselors jumped in with two freshmen in the actual combat department, and Song Qishi was among them. They all had the same equipment as Ling, and they were standard individual suits.

Ling was tying the pistol to his legs. Although he was calm, it could be seen that he had not tied it up.

"Recruitment," Han Xin's voice came from the side, "Look carefully."

"Yes!" Ling immediately straightened his body to see how Han Xin placed his weapons.

"All crews have finished loading! It took fifty-five seconds! Let's go!"

The car's engine turned, and the light armored transport vehicle with four large off-road tires immediately began to accelerate while shaking, and quickly increased its speed to more than 80 in the wilderness, providing emergency support to the site of the incident.

Han Xin checked all the weapons in half a minute and put on the equipment almost synchronously with the other two seniors.

——This should be the speed after training.

Ling and Song Qishi had no time to speak, and each learned the actions of their seniors, tied the pistol to both sides of their thighs, and crossed the main weapon saber on their backs.

The six people in their car were snatching and snatching, and the safety bolts of the six semi-automatic rifles had been opened.

"Sign the gun at the floor! Never aim at your teammates, unless they are surrounded by infected bodies, you need to give them a pleasure at that time!" Han Xin's voice was calm and cold.

"Yes!" The three recruits answered in unison, and were quite decisive.

"Touch your fingers near the trigger, don't touch the trigger now!" A counselor explained gently, "Because we are performing a breakthrough task, what we need is to maintain the formation and use your knife to split a path! Priority is given to chopping the infected neck or legs. Once they lose their ability to move, they will be swallowed by their kind!"

"Yes!" The three of them replied a little weaker.

"Be careful, you must maintain the formation!" Another practical counselor instructed worriedly, "In an infected body that is like a tide, if there is no teamwork, even the most powerful person will have a moment of exhaustion!"

Han Xin snatched the conversation: "But don't stick to the rules, the battlefield changes rapidly. On the premise of obeying command, stick to your most favorable judgment!"

"Yes!" Ling, Song Qishi and another freshman in the practical department looked at each other. The light in the eyes of the three people was nervous and nervous, but more so, there was excitement.

"Hmph, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger," Han Xin sneered, "Don't treat the battlefield as a family, don't forget what military academy you went to."

What military academy?

St. Gael Military Academy, the first holy place in the history of Dome that studied the ultimate individual plan, is now suppressed by human social public opinion... Death Military Academy!

The three new recruits grabbed the gun handle and a practical counselor, the third-grade senior, temporarily demonstrated the use of guns to them. They sharpened the guns in the face of battle, and were not happy.

Han Xin picked up the communicator on the transport truck:

"All units have it, with the personnel in their cars as temporary teams. After the vehicles stop, they get off immediately, simply put together the team, move closer to each other, and advance towards the besieged site."

"receive."

"receive."

"receive!"

"receive!"

Five cars, more than 30 military academy students... Ling subconsciously counted his own strength.

Han Xin: "The convoy is looking for the weakest area! Our goal is to rescue the wounded, and there are aerial cameras here. Your figures will appear simultaneously on the screen in the playground just now, and they are all watching you! So, the recruits, would rather die in battle than be deserters!"

"Yes!" More than a dozen freshmen seemed to have received insults and roared with their greatest strength.

Song Qishi suddenly said, "Look outside!"

Ling turned his head and looked at the narrow observation window behind him, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the yellow sand, under the scorching sun, countless "shadows" with black scabs were stacked on top of each other. They all faced inside, constantly crowded, pushing in front...

Infected body!

Not the monsters in the textbooks, but the enemy they are about to face now!

"Be careful," Han Xin's voice was low and weird, and he said to the communication machine, "There must be mutants in this type of infectious group. If the recruits find the mutants, they will immediately enter the defensive posture, and let our seniors in the senior grade kill the mutants!"

"yes!"

A shout came from the communicator: "We have found the weak point! Thirty meters ahead!"

"Stop!" Han Xin shouted, five light armored vehicles braked at the same time, and the people in the car were almost thrown out directly, and six vehicles shook their tails at the same time, lined up outside the infected army.

Han Xin took a breath, looked at Ling for two seconds, and shouted in a low voice, "After getting off the car, you will be real soldiers! Be aware of it!"

Song Qishi shouted loudly: "Yes! Sir!"

"I'm invincible!" Han Xin shouted and cheered them up, kicked open the back door of the armored vehicle, and jumped down first.

Before his feet landed, the semi-automatic rifle was already on Han Xin's chest.

Bang!

With a gunshot, the tense nerves of more than a dozen new recruits were instantly moved!

"I'm invincible!" Song Qishi and another recruit rushed out with the two counselors.

Ling took another deep breath in his seat, and left his seat the moment Song Qishi turned his head to look at him.

‘Remember, don’t let your strength down.’

teacher……

I finally came to this battlefield.

Twist, his feet stepped on the hard and dry ground of the Gobi Desert. Although Ling was the last to get off the car, he almost simultaneously set up a rifle with the others.

The scope does not need to be deliberately locked, and the sights are all infected bodies that look like human-shaped beasts.

Only fingers know the cold touch of the trigger!

Bang! Bang bang!

Han Xin's neck veins swelled up and he roared: "Don't be stunned! Keep the assault formation, get closer! Progress!"

A famous military training instructor rushed forward with a semi-automatic rifle in his arms, fired a series of strafing in front, and quickly shot the bullets and drew out the long sword: "Fight!"

Ling only felt a stream of passionate blood surging from all over his body, and the power rolling in his body had never been so full!

It seems that he is born here!

At this moment, what he was thinking about was not a righteous man or a fight for something. What he thought about was just fighting, fighting, and saving his kind of person who was besieged by these humanoid creatures!

He would not roar or roar, but only his cold eyes that remained motionless, and the fiery thought that was rippling in his heart.
Chapter completed!