Meng Ao hung up the Skylink, his heart filled with emotions. Perhaps this was a path. Although they had a good relationship with Aslan, the cooperation between the two parties was not smooth. Aslan needed the political influence of the Solar System Federation, but they had no intention of helping the Solar System Federation to increase their military strength. The Solar System Federation was in a weak position, and coupled with the bunch of bastards in the parliament who only knew how to bow and scrape, this made Meng Ao and the rest very anxious and helpless. Perhaps this was an opportunity. Only by making Aslan nervous would the Solar System Federation have the opportunity to develop.
Alliances were useless. Strength was the most important thing.
Planet Base Hospital, Ward 309. Ten members of different teams were lying on the bed. Fatty was also sitting inside, laughing and joking with a few of his injured teammates. His voice was full of energy. His injuries had long healed. The planet base's medical standards were top-notch. The nano-scale smart operating table only needed a military doctor to diagnose, and the smart operating table would be able to complete the corresponding treatment. Of course, it was very expensive. Each operation consumed an average of more than 10,000 nanomachines, and the cost was at least a million Galaxy Dollars. But here, no one cared about money.
Although he knew that Taros and Zhang Shan had been discharged, and Wang Zheng's life was not in danger, Fatty Luo still stayed in the hospital. On one hand, he could slack off, and on the other, he did not dare to look at Lear's face. As a scout, how could he be so easily injured and drag down the team? Thinking of Lear's black face, Luo Fei felt uncomfortable.
"Fatty, your Solar System is a little lucky, right? You were already eliminated, but you can still come back to life. Damn! Your team leader is really heaven-defying. "
"Hehe, it's alright. Our team leader's luck has always been good." Luo Fei was all smiles. How should he put it? Although Wang Zheng had saved him, Luo Fei still felt that it was not a wise decision. Although he had saved the Solar System team, if he had given the right command, they would not have had to take such a risk.
"Sigh … Let's not talk about our team leader's luck. He directly drew an A-level mission, and the team voted to give up." An eliminated player shook his head.
"Luck is also strength. There's no choice. Our team was also unlucky. Halfway through the battle with the Zerg General, we suddenly entered a strange gravity zone. Sigh …"
"It's okay. When we recover, everyone will get on the mecha and go out to kill them!" Fatty shouted.
"Fatty, why are you still here? It's time to be discharged."
The head nurse who passed by the door heard Fatty's voice and chased him away angrily.
"Sister Rheia, my chest still feels tight, especially when you stare at me. I can't breathe …"
Fatty immediately clutched his chest, looking like he was about to die.
"Impossible, you lied to me like this last night …"
"Let him stay here to comfort our wounded hearts. The Solar System team has escaped a calamity."
A young nurse stood outside the door and tried to persuade him. She secretly winked at Fatty. God knows how Fatty managed to befriend her in just two days.
Ever since the fatty recovered, the atmosphere here was no longer so gloomy.
Buzz — Buzz —
Just as the matron was hesitating, an ear-piercing alarm came from the direction of the planetary base's training ground.
In an instant, the room became quiet.
Duwu ~ ~ ~
After the alarm, a long horn sounded.
It was the alarm for assembly, the bugle call for assembly.
The new round of the IG competition, after a three-day break, was about to start again. Fatty's Skylink received a signal. The second phase of the test had begun, and all members had gathered.
Fatty almost bounced up. He could not pretend anymore, or Lear would kill him.
"Beautiful sister, I'll be back!"
Luo Fei tidied up his clothes and rushed out. However, he could not escape the matron's iron fist and took a blow on his shoulder. "Don't come in again, kid! I don't want to see you again! "
"Fatty, don't hang yourself on the wall."
"Damn it, you promised to give me the Skylink of the hottest beauty on Mars. If you don't come back, I'll draw circles and curse you to death."
The shouts of his friends were thick with envy, but the others could only lie there, their eyes full of desire.
Planetary base's training ground.
The vastness of this place could be described as "imposing". The huge space was enough for 50 mecha to fight at the same time without fighting each other.
At this moment, an entire team of mecha operators had gathered here. Hundreds of shiny mecha were lined up neatly on the training ground, exuding a murderous aura.
Paired with the mecha were two infantry divisions of the Marine Division. They were armed to the teeth with a full set of Aslan's current mainstream and advanced equipment. Twenty thousand people lined up there. It was as though the dark clouds in the sky had appeared because of them.
Akerlof appeared. His silver hair was particularly oppressive under the lights. "Warriors from all over the Milky Way, first of all, congratulations on passing the first round of the test. This means that you have good judgment and team strength. The next round will be a test of your individual strength."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Skylinks of nearly a thousand IG participants automatically popped up with a time number: "6: 00: 00."
What was that? Six o 'clock at night? Or morning?
Everyone looked at the silver-haired general on the stage.
"In front of you are Aslan's Seventh and Ninth Divisions, as well as Aslan's Third Mecha Division. These three armies have made great contributions to Aslan and have won glory many times."
Boom. The soldiers moved in response to the general's words. They moved in unison, emitting a thunderous sound. That was not something that could be compared to majesty.
But this did not affect the team members present. They already had a sense of superiority in their hearts. After all, they were the elites of their respective countries. Not Aslan would not have any other feelings. But … what was the use of so many people? Were they going to gang up on them???
"Now, they will be your opponents. From now on, you have six hours to hide. After six hours, they will set off and launch a joint search. How long you last will be your score. When it's all over, the entire team will add up. The ten teams with the lowest scores will be directly eliminated. If a team does not have enough people, there is only one way. The others will have to shoulder the burden of the missing members!"
Akerlof's words attracted a wave of whispers. Lear and the rest were stunned. Wang Zheng's absence meant that they would definitely have to shoulder the burden. There was nothing much to say. It was just that they did not expect this test to be like this. If the first stage was as Lear had said, they would be abandoned one by one. Even if they passed the first stage, they would still be finished in this stage.
But at this time, no one cared about who was right and who was wrong. How to do well in this round was the key.
Countdown begins: 5: 57 … 5: 50 …
98 teams. More than a thousand people rushed out in an instant. At this time, time was of the essence. They ran as far as they could. And not far away, the troops were waiting in formation. It was especially somber.
(Meeting at the Writers' Association in the afternoon. We still have to go to the hospital to get the birth certificate. The second update will be at night. Updates will be restored to the day. Usually in the afternoon and night. Please get a guaranteed monthly ticket. Thank you!)
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