The infinite heavens begin with American horror.

"What should the soldiers do?"

"Kill!"

Just a simple ten-minute run left Cage, who is usually in a high position and lacks exercise, exhausted.

Cage braced himself against his legs with his hands, forcing himself not to fall.

He was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his face onto his military uniform.

Cage's uniform was already soaked through during the long run.

Cage looked disheveled and exhausted, a stark contrast to his confident demeanor when he visited the Joint Defense Center headquarters that morning.

The members of Team J were astonished to see Cage looking so exhausted and disheveled.

They're both privates, so why is Cage's physical condition so poor? He can't even run for ten minutes.

How did someone with such poor physical fitness get into the army?

I think Cage isn't even worthy of being called a private.

Wouldn't it be a disgrace to their team to let Cage join J Team?

Sergeant Farrell, standing outside the ranks, was also quite surprised to see Cage looking so disheveled.

He had been training new recruits for many years, but he had never led a soldier with such poor physical condition as Cage.

Cage was arguably the worst player he ever managed.

They didn't look like soldiers at all.

After the physical training ended, Cage didn't make any small movements.

Cage was already exhausted; he didn't have time for any underhanded tactics.

Li Qing, standing at the back of the group, looked at Cage.

It's estimated that Cage had already resigned himself to his fate by this point.

Unable to escape the battlefield, they could only undergo training to increase their chances of survival.

"Physical training is over. Dismissed!"

At Sergeant Farrell's command, the previously orderly ranks immediately dispersed.

They each returned to their military camps.

However, after the physical training ended, the armor operation training that Cage had imagined did not take place.

However, upon closer examination, this is normal. The soldiers who come to this Heathrow base are all going to the battlefield tomorrow, and they must have all undergone systematic training and have already mastered the operation of mechs.

How could an untrained recruit possibly come here to die?

Cage is the exception.

An untrained civilian was sent to a front-line base for offending General Brigham.

General Brigham certainly didn't want Cage to go back alive.

Letting Cage go back alive, who knows what kind of trouble he'll cause.

It would be best if Cage died on the battlefield; why would anyone arrange mech training for him?

After a period of rest, Cage has recovered considerably.

Many soldiers around them had already returned to their camp, but the J Squad members still kept a close eye on Cage.

If Cage gets away, they'll be the ones who suffer.

"Hey buddy, how's that a mess? You look like one of those city white-collar workers, completely untrained."

Kimmel walked over to Cage and patted him on the shoulder.

"I...."

Cage wanted to explain, but he couldn't get the words out. He understood now that no matter how he explained, they wouldn't believe him.

It's better to say nothing and save yourself the trouble of talking.

"nothing."

Cage straightened his clothes and returned to the barracks.

Kimmel shrugged helplessly when Cage ignored him.

The teammate followed Cage back to the military camp.

.......

The next day, at five o'clock in the morning, before dawn.

Alarms sounded throughout Heathrow Air Base.

Upon hearing the alarm, the members of Squad J were all jolted awake and quickly got out of bed.

Every team member began to straighten their clothes, except for Cage.

He was still fast asleep in bed, completely unaffected by the alarm.

"Hey, Private Cage, get up, it's time to assemble."

Nancy, one of the female team members, came to Cage's bedside and patted Cage's cheek.

"Get up quickly, Sergeant Farrell is coming."

Seeing that Cage didn't react, Nancy slapped him hard across the face.

The slap jolted Cage awake, and remembering his predicament, he quickly got out of bed.

Soon after, Sergeant Major Farrell arrived at J Squad.

"All combat-ready squads, move out."

Sergeant Major Farrell stood in front of Squad J, his expression serious.

"A new day begins, destiny calls, and all we need to do in this world is to achieve victory."

"Yes."

"Very good, very energetic."

"After today, you will all undergo a sacred baptism, and you will all become heroes of the world!"

Sergeant Major Farrell nodded in satisfaction.

"All personnel armed, prepare to board!"

"Yes!"

......

Li Qing followed the squad to the armory, where they would don their armor.

Upon arriving at the armory, tens of thousands of suits of armor appeared before Li Qing.

Some soldiers were already dressed and leaving through the exit to head to the airport.

Those soldiers in armor looked so bulky.

Their armor was simple in structure and looked somewhat crudely made.

With several pipes exposed, Li Qing believed that a simple attack would render the armor incapable of movement.

The armor offers very little protection to the user, leaving vital parts of the torso unprotected.

On the contrary, their limbs are protected by armor and weapons, which can withstand a lot of attacks.

Of course, there are also different types of armor that provide protection for the body, but those are only a minority.

Those suits of armor were also significantly larger than the standard models.

It was probably designed for larger soldiers, as the armor was heavier and placed higher demands on their physical fitness.

The weapons they carried were also more powerful.

The heavy armor slowed the soldiers' movements.

Even with training, some soldiers still find the weight of the armor difficult to bear.

The heavy armor pressed down on the wearers' bodies, slowing their reactions. One can imagine what would happen if they faced a mimic with both strength and speed of A.

Cage stood in front of the armor, looking completely bewildered. He had never touched armor before and didn't even know the most basic steps of putting it on.

Sergeant Major Farrell couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Greev, go help Private Cage. It seems he's not very familiar with using the armor."

It's not just that I'm not very skilled, it's that I have absolutely no skill at all.

"Yes, sir."

Greif deactivated his armor and went to Cage's side.

"What's going on, buddy? Stop spacing out! Get up there and stand up."

With Greif's help, Cage entered the armor. As Greif activated the armor, the chest, hand, and leg armor closed automatically.

After Cage finished putting on his armor, Greif handed him a helmet to wear.

Cage stood inside the armor. Having never used an armor before, he stared blankly at the buttons on the right-hand controller.

How did Greave just do that?

Which button do I press to activate my Warframe?

How do I take off the armor?

How do I activate the weapon?

Where is the weapon insurance?

Cage looked at Greif, who was adjusting his armor, and seemed to hear a hissing sound from the pipes behind him.

Cage was sweating profusely. Could it be that his armor was still a defective product that hadn't been inspected?

Could I really be that unlucky?