The blind box of the plane was exposed, and foreigners cried for entry into China

I wouldn't be so angry if you didn't explain, but if you explain, won't it make me look uneducated and that it's all because I don't read?

"I told you to study more, but you want to raise pigs." The marshal said lightly, without paying any attention to his friend's ugly face.

Who told him to marry his precious sister? Humph.

The adjutant tried hard not to cry. "Wuwuwu... I can't be angry, I can't be angry. My fierce elder sister married this scoundrel in front of me!"

Woohoo...I feel even more wronged...

I want to go home and cry to my wife...

The marshal took a moment to glance at the Zerg battlefield ahead. He then turned to stare at the mall projection on the virtual screen and directed his attack at his adjutant.

"Have you made a name for yourself raising pigs? You own a planet, I own three planets, and your sister owns a planet. Which one hasn't been harmed by you? Now all the planets are full of those pig beasts."

The marshal was angry that he did not fight back.

"You can raise one if you want. Who doesn't have hobbies? At most, your hobbies are a little unique. You like those smelly, gurgling pigmons."

"Yet you, under the guise of scientific research, resorted to some foolish talk about raising pigs to fight the Zerg, causing your wife to be ridiculed behind her back. Does that make you feel better?"

The adjutant's originally aggrieved expression suddenly became serious, his eyes were sharp, and his face was full of murderous intent. He blurted out in a cold and sharp tone.

"Who?!"

The marshal looked up at his friend and sighed, "Your eldest sister has already dealt with them. They were just a few gossipy women."

The adjutant still felt unsatisfied and continued to ask, "How did you solve it? We can't just let them go! We're fighting on the front lines, not protecting a bunch of parasites like this."

"They were given to your eldest sister by their family. Your eldest sister asked them to raise pigs for you on the planet. Let them gossip about it to the pigmon."

The Marshal said this lightly, his fingers still manipulating the little bee robot to circle the building and take pictures.

"Just a few ignorant canaries. Just try not to use such grandiloquent slogans in the future. I know you care about your soldiers, and for the sake of the warriors on the front lines, you can't bear to see them sacrifice their flesh and blood to feed the insects."

"But others might not understand. They'll just think you have a lot of money and throw it around for fun. The idea of ​​raising pigs to fight the Zerg is a wild idea, but it would be a good thing if it succeeds. But before it succeeds, don't let too many people know about it."

"We are on the front line and often cannot always take care of the rear."

The marshal comforted his friend earnestly and relieved the knot in his heart.

Although this method and angle of enlightenment are particularly unique.

The adjutant could also understand the good intentions of this boss who was also a good friend, brother-in-law, and classmate.

but............

"Next time, just speak directly and don't try to comfort others so easily."

"I can't stop. I really can't stop."

Suddenly, the marshal jumped out of the starship.

adjutant:................

It's not that bad! Really not! Didn't I just ask this boss, good friend, brother-in-law, and long-time classmate not to speak easily and comfort people casually?

I speak much better than him.

Is it really necessary to be so angry? Would you jump into a starship just because of me?

The marshal over there saw that the situation on the battlefield had suddenly reversed.

The transport Zergs, which had been steadily supplying Zerg cannon fodder, suddenly stopped transporting and, waving their claws as big as small starships, attacked the cadets at the forefront.

These transport bugs suddenly received orders from the bug mother to kill all the military cadets in front of them at all costs.

As long as they are wiped out, there will be a wartime gap in the new forces of the Imperial Legion.

Although it was only temporary, the hiatus would only last two years at most, but for the Zerg, these two years were enough time for them to double or triple their population.

The Marshal came to this final exam because he knew the plans of the insect mother and these transport insects.

As for transferring these cadets? Let the Legionnaires fill in, pretending to be cadets to attract the Zerg's attention?

Forget it. The Empire doesn't need hesitant, timid recruits.

What's more, this is also the result of the military academy students' own choice. Since entering the military academy and choosing the mecha profession, there will be no retreat in their lives.

What's more, hiding behind the veterans?

As for why they are not equipped with better and more advanced mechas?

That’s because the existence of mecha requires bloodshed.

Military cadets who have not experienced bloody killings are unable to operate new mechas other than the original basic mechas.

The original mecha can be operated by yourself as long as your mental strength meets the requirements and you have trained to a certain level.

The new mecha is selected and operated by the owner, and the new mecha is also selecting and operating the owner.

That’s right, the new mecha is a growth-oriented one.

It will upgrade as the owner's mental power upgrades.

Therefore, if military academy students want to change to new mechas, they must first see blood and experience the baptism of the battlefield before they are qualified to choose the mecha that suits them.

Instead of operating a mecha-shaped machine and dancing around.

Soldiers in the empire have a high status and are number one among all professions.

Since you enjoy the honor and treatment of a soldier, you have to bear the corresponding risks and pay an equal price.

This is an imperial soldier.

At the same time as the Marshal jumped off the starship, his mecha also jumped out according to his master's wishes.

The Marshal dodged into the mecha's control cabin and rushed to the bottom of Hardshell Beetle No. 5's large pincers at top speed, striving to get more cadets off immediately.

"I hope these young kids can react more quickly."

The marshal murmured in his heart.

He had already seen most of the cadets operating mechas and flying out of the attack range of Beetle No. 5.

But there are still some idiots who are a step behind.

At the critical moment...

"Oh

Oh oh eh

Ah hiss ah hiss

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

ah oh

Oh oh eh

Ah hiss ah hiss

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ah hiss, ah hiss, ah hiss, ah... "

Suddenly it became very loud, as if it was right next to my ear, and the devilish sound that resounded through the sky pierced through my ears.

The claws of Hard-shelled Beetle No. 5 were frozen in place by the piercing sound.

It's now! !