Tomorrow was Earth's New Year. Before the New Year, Lee Yu, Han Lang, and the last batch of staff from the Antarctic base loaded their supplies onto a ship and arrived at the Nazca wastelands in southern Peru. The First Army's headquarters and Earth's unexplored Grade B ruins were both located here.
Looking down from the fighter plane, the first thing that entered one's eyes was the famous Nazca Lines. A stretch of lines that stretched for several kilometers formed various vivid patterns that were embedded in the ground. To this day, no one had been able to decipher them.
The Hercules flew past the magical patterns, and the scene suddenly changed. A huge black interstellar battleship appeared on the wastelands.
This was the Sky Fortress-class cruiser, Atlantic. It was more than 1,500 meters long, nearly 400 meters wide, and as tall as a 30-story building. It had six main cannons at the front and back, eighteen auxiliary side cannons, four linked missile launchers, two fixed space torpedo launchers, two interference grenade launchers, and so on. It had a series of heavy firepower weapons.
There were as many as 8,000 people on board the Atlantic. As the only interstellar battleship of the Earth Federation, Atlantic shouldered the important mission of protecting Earth.
Unfortunately, although the Atlantic was very powerful, there was only one ship, and it could not defend every corner of Earth. The raiders were taking advantage of the lack of starships on Earth. They would change locations after every shot, and often before the Atlantic could arrive, the enemy would have already escaped.
After passing the Atlantic cruiser was the First Army's main base, which was also the entrance to the Grade B ruins.
White circular buildings surrounded the entrance to the ruins, and there were tens of thousands of superhumans guarding it. If the raiders wanted to destroy Earth's Grade B ruins, they would have to consider their own strength.
Christmas had just passed, and it was New Year's Eve. However, there were no colored lights or celebrations in the base. The Hercules landed a few kilometers away from the base.
Han Lang followed Lee Yu to the base in a jeep. Along the way, he saw many warriors jogging in the dark, and people holding thick books under the outdoor lights. The training center was crowded.
The jeep stopped in the courtyard of the base. Lee Yu looked around and said in a low voice, "Next year is the Galaxy Conference. Everyone in the army is very nervous, so when Long Chuan suggested a New Year's celebration, no one responded. This is pressure."
"Follow me, I'll bring you to meet another group of young people who are participating in the stress test."
There was a separate circular building in Nazca Base that was reserved for the group of geniuses from Earth who were most likely to advance to the main competition of the Galaxy Convention. Han Lang could be considered one of them, so Lee Yu brought him to meet her future companions.
"The department you're in was expanded from the headquarters' Genius Team. The headquarters originally had seven four-star little monsters under the age of thirty. Adding on the 32 members who were selected from around the world who had hopes of advancing to the main competition, there were a total of 49 people."
"Your supervisor is Long Chuan. At the same time, he's also the captain of the Atlantic. Due to his busy work, you might not see him often. By the way, Chen Zhong, who has a good relationship with you, is also here."
Han Lang nodded. He had long heard of Long Chuan's name. He was one of Clark's three teachers. Along with Lee Yu and Taryn, he had made indelible contributions to the Earth Federation.
Now, the three of them were in important positions. Lee Yu was the director of the Ruins Administration Bureau, Taryn was the director of the headquarters, and Long Chuan had taken over Earth's most important combat force, the Atlantic.
Like other places, there were no celebrations in the training camp. Han Lang and Lee Yu went straight to the training center. They saw Fatty Chen Zhong training his leg strength. As he exercised, he hugged a large bucket of beef jerky and ate it non-stop.
Compared to the first time Han Lang saw him a few months ago, Chen Zhong had gained a lot of weight. His cheeks were bulging, and his belly was sticking out to the sky.
"Han Lang!"
Chen Zhong saw Han Lang and immediately ran over with a bucket of beef jerky. The alloy floor of the training center trembled as Chen Zhong ran.
"Brother, I missed you so much!" Chen Zhong shouted in a very affectionate manner.
Han Lang looked around. "Why are you the only one here? Where's Monk?"
Chen Zhong pursed his lips. "Monk didn't pass the stress test and has been eliminated. He's now in the Assault Team."
Other than Han Lang, there were a few other people in the training room. Chen Zhong acted like a close friend and introduced them to Han Lang one by one.
Lee Yu had other matters to attend to and left first. Chen Zhong enthusiastically showed Han Lang around. The Federation had spent a lot on this group of young people who had hopes of participating in the Milky Way Conference. The training camp had its own simulation chamber and various training facilities.
Han Lang had not seen Chen Zhong for a while. As he was chatting excitedly with him, he suddenly heard a cold voice beside his ear.
"You are Han Lang?"
Han Lang turned around and saw seven people walking out of the training center. They were all young. The obvious difference between them and the others was that they all wore high-quality combat uniforms and had four-star honor badges on their chests.
Han Lang knew that these were the legendary seven geniuses of the headquarters. To be able to advance to four-star before the age of thirty, they all had impeccable potential. Han Lang, Chen Zhong, and these people were added in later stages and were all three-star.
However, these geniuses didn't seem to be very sociable, especially the tall and skinny golden-haired young man in the lead. His gaze was very domineering, and he pursed his lips as he coldly called out Han Lang's name.
The biggest difference between Han Lang and them was his aura. Although his level was not as high as theirs, Han Lang had been to real battlefields and seen blood. He had also seen other warriors with superpowers fighting with their lives on live broadcasts. Therefore, although Han Lang was considered young, he was calmer.
Han Lang smiled and reached out to shake hands with the tall blonde young man. He said, "I am Han Lang. May I know your name, brother?"
The tall blonde young man hesitated for a while and reluctantly reached out to give Han Lang a high five. He frowned and said, "You're too late. As of now, everyone in the training camp is here."
"As the saying goes, nothing can be accomplished without rules. Tonight, we will choose the battalion commander and deputy battalion commander so that we will have a backbone for future operations."
Han Lang did not have any opinion on this and retreated to the side with Chen Zhong.
Chen Zhong held back his anger and said, "These guys are the most annoying. Relying on their high level, they don't put us three-star warriors in their eyes. They don't even want to train with us. It's always the seven of them who work alone."
Through his conversation with Chen Zhong, Han Lang found out that this tall blonde young man was called Simberg. He was of Germanic descent and had a cultivation level of four-star intermediate. Among the forty-nine people in the entire training camp, he was the only one who had reached such a high level.
Of course, level did not mean everything in a battle. It also depended on experience, courage, and superpower attributes.
Simberg had the bearing of a leader. He gathered all forty-nine members in the training camp to the gym and said in a deep voice, "I suggest that we conduct a mock battle to choose the battalion commander of the training camp. The deputy battalion commander will be appointed by the battalion commander. In the future, everyone will listen to the battalion commander's arrangements and work together to form a fighting force as soon as possible.
"The older generation of the prodigy camp has unanimously recommended me as the candidate for the battalion commander. Those who came later can also recommend someone."
Han Lang frowned slightly. He was a little dissatisfied with Simberg's method. Since everyone was from the same training camp and was working hard for the same goal, there was no need to differentiate between the old and the new members. Simberg's actions made him suspect that he was forming a clique in the camp.
Simberg flicked his blonde hair and glanced at everyone present. He said in a deep voice, "If none of you have any objections, I'll be the battalion commander. I'll appoint An Beibei as the deputy battalion commander. She's also an outstanding member of our team."
An Beibei was a lively girl in her early twenties. She had a beautiful wheat-colored skin and a pair of slender legs. When Simberg mentioned her, An Beibei smiled and waved at everyone. Her personality was clearly very cheerful.
"I don't agree!"
Seeing that the dust was about to settle, Chen Zhong suddenly shouted at the top of his voice. "I think Han Lang is more qualified than you to be the battalion commander. He is different from us. He once stopped an enemy that was more than ten times his size on his own and protected the C-grade prehistoric ruins that are crucial to Earth. In terms of actual combat experience, Han Lang is a hundred times better than all of you! If you were in Han Lang's position that day, would you be able to stop so many marauders? "
Chen Zhong's sudden mention of Han Lang surprised Han Lang. Simberg, who was standing opposite him, did not look too good. He had always considered himself a genius and thought highly of himself.
"Since you don't agree, do you dare to fight?" Simberg said coldly.
"Let's fight. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Chen Zhong immediately rolled up his sleeves and showed off his arms that were thicker than the thighs of others.
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