Whistle To the Earth, You Guys Really Know How To Play

Sagittarius, on a remote primordial planet.

Rows of soldiers lined up neatly and uniformly, and several officers stood on the high platform.

"Are you coming?" a hawk-nosed officer said.

"Give it to General, General Morris has arrived and is waiting for a connection."

"Well, everything is arranged for you to do?"

"all the best."

Ying Hou nose nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Okay, you can go down."

"Yes."

After a while, a small spacecraft landed through the identification, and rows of soldiers walked out of the spacecraft.

Gern concealed the curiosity in his eyes, looked ahead, and observed his surroundings from the outside.

During his ten days in the guards camp, in addition to daily physical training, he also had to learn a series of courses such as tactical command, mecha driving, mental tentacles training, and so on.

The training of the past few days has also made Guern aware of a very serious problem-he can't drive mechs.

To be precise, you can’t drive a joystick-type mech. Not to mention that mecha is expensive, and not everyone can drive it, let alone in the barren land of Poverty Star. Learning to drive with mecha is not easy.

Fortunately... the strength of the soldiers of the Guards Battalion is undoubtedly. The mechas used are all two-in-one high-end mechas. The logistics staff who distributes the equipment have no doubt given him a military-standard two-in-one mecha SLA- 37.

According to the mecha prompts, Gern separated a part of the thinking tentacles into the mecha, and was familiar with it for a while, because he had developed thinking tentacles and could basically keep up with the progress of the exercise, but the actions were still not standard enough.

"The Morris Legion is on the list!"

After standing in the queue, Morris walked off the spaceship belatedly. He was still meticulously wearing pure white gloves, and the brim of the military hat cast a shadow to block his eyes, highlighting the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

Morris walked his long legs over the rows of soldiers calmly.

The soldiers didn't look squint, but they all followed Morris in a blurry way.

I really can't blame them, Morris is so famous, whether it is strength or appearance, good-looking and powerful people are definitely dazzling in the army.

Thinking of this, the soldier who was accidentally injured by Gunn couldn’t help but glanced at him yesterday, thinking: “This man is also, like General Morris. At first, he looked very green when he was driving the mech. After all, he came from the poor star. Yes, I guess I haven't touched mecha before, right? Unexpectedly, it was only ten days, but the geniuses are all monsters...’

Ying Hook nose Yin and Yang said weirdly: "You can count it."

Morris sat on his seat without a look, as if he didn't even give a look.

Ying Hook nose's complexion suddenly turned dark. Morris was in the same class and had pursued him. Although his family is similar, his strength is far worse than that. Morris grew up in less than half of his time. The small third-class soldier climbed to the general, and it was a real military exploit, so why not make him jealous.

What's more, he has just been promoted to general, but he heard that this person may be promoted to commander-in-chief of the three armies!

Ying Hook nose mocked: "I haven't seen you in a few years, you are still so unpunctual."

"Heh..." Morris chuckled and turned on the quantum screen, displaying the time 7:59 on the screen.

The notified meeting time was 8 o'clock, and he said he was late at all.

The generals of other legions are accustomed to arriving early, although they have been waiting for a long time, they are not as direct mocking as the eagle hook nose, not to mention some of the station factions are biased towards Prince Berg.

Several elderly generals shook their heads. The Prince White kid is really reckless, and the Berg family kid is more stable.

Someone persuaded: "Since it's all here and the time is almost up, let's start."

The annual joint military exercises are to be simultaneously broadcast live to the empire's senior officials.

A soldier took out the microphone and said: "The 1st Legion has begun to show its results!"

The field was vacated, and the men from the 1st Army piloted mechas and began to demonstrate training results and tactical arrangements.

The generals nodded their heads in satisfaction, and gave Morris a complacent look, but saw the disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Huh!" I want to see how capable you are.

…

"Next group, No. 5 Army show!"

The 5th Army is the number Morris has been assigned this time.

Gern flew the mech into the air and formed the formation. The beginning of the mecha was still the usual demonstration of mecha actions, and then the tactical demonstration.

A team of four mechas, one mecha as the attacked side, and the other three are very tacitly acting at the same time, no matter where the middle mecha wants to break through, they will be stopped by the two mechas.

And at the same time, it can also take into account enemy aircraft in other directions, and travel in a triangular formation with two other friendly aircraft at any time.

The generals nodded more widely, and even praised: "Wonderful, wonderful! This way, the enemy aircraft can be consumed under siege, and it can be linked at any time and integrated as a whole, not bad!"

After completing all the actions, Genn wiped his sweat and returned to the team. Fortunately, the nerve access device was okay. If he broke down in the middle, he would not use the joystick keyboard.

Finally, the display of training results for all legions was completed, and the exercise was basically over. According to the process of previous years, there was the last item, the mecha showdown.

Each corps sent a soldier, all using the standard military high-level mecha. The corps pitted against each other while comparing their shortcomings, adjusting and improving each other.

Just as the corps were about to arrange the personnel they had prepared in advance, Ying Hook stopped everyone: "Wait, it's a bit too monotonous for us to do this every year. I propose to add more qualifications."

However, some generals were curious about what he said and asked: "Oh? What are the qualifications?"

Ying Hou Noi smiled and said: "The generals of both sides of the duel will each designate the opponents to play. This way, it can be tested whether everyone has such a strong strength, and it is possible to rule out the possibility that only the most powerful soldiers will play and cause false drills. ."

"This is... interesting."

Seeing someone agrees, the hook nose is even more sullen: "Since everyone has no opinion, then... I have admired General Morris's ability to lead troops for a long time. It is better to let us start the first game. What do you think, Morris? "

Morris hasn't said anything since the beginning, but at this time he clicked his finger with great interest and said, "Please."

The eagle's nose hit a soldier: "Just him."

Everyone looked in that direction. An exceptionally tall soldier was now the last in the team. Even if he was watched by the generals, he did not have stage fright at all, and his vigorous eyes were always firm.

But... it seems that this soldier did not perform well in the drill.

The eagle hooked his nose secretly, thinking that he had seen a soldier move a little bit slower sometimes, thinking it should be a weak chicken, when a piece of green leaves set off his legion soldiers could not be more suitable.

Gunn cursed inwardly when he pointed at himself.

Back home.

Just put down the big rock for the exercise, another one came up immediately.

Genn walked forward following the instructions, straddling his hands, shoulders straight as loose, and stood in front of Morris.

As if feeling his depressed mood, Morris was a little pleased. Originally, he was going to let Gunn play to test his bottom line. There is no difference between left and right, but seeing Gunn deflate makes him inexplicably happy.

Gern looked at Morris idiotically through the cover of his hat while others were not paying attention.

He is laughing...

Her thin lips were pressed slightly, and if you didn't look carefully, you would not be able to see the rising arc. It was still that arrogant posture, but the frequency of the white gloved index finger tapping was a little more casual and playful.

Gunn thought he might be crazy, even a finger of him felt naughty and cute, thinking...want to hold it in his mouth, want to crush him and embed it together.

Morris randomly nodded a member of the opposing legion.

Genn and the opponent took over the standard mecha space and Niuzheng was about to walk towards the playing field, and Ying Hook nose suddenly shouted, "Wait."

The two stopped.

Ying Hook nose looked at his soldier and said: "If you win, then I will give you an amethyst vein."

Purple...Amethyst vein! The soldier saluted as if he had beaten chicken blood and shouted: "Yes!"

Hook nose looked at Morris, as if expecting what he would say.

Morris pondered for a moment, before facing a pair of brown eyes, "If you win..."

Everyone listened with bated breath.

"If you win, then I... promise you one condition."

Gern smiled, his stern brows stretched out, and asked, "All conditions are okay?"

Everyone was taken aback, and it was too rude to ask the chief in this way.

Morris lifted his chin and snorted coldly: "The premise is that you win."

"I will." Gunn nodded at him and replied firmly, like a solemn promise.

At this moment, the pictures seemed to overlap, and it was the same when Gern handed him the trophy. Undoubtedly, he said ‘give you’ like an oath.

Now he says "I will"

Morris had a hunch inexplicably.

He will win.

For him, and a condition.

The author has something to say: Take a look at metaphysics at two o'clock in the middle of the night