According to the Research Consortium's rules, Ye Chong and Shang calculated that they would need at least 15 students to pass, or 7 students with excellent results to receive the money. This was a very high result, and a very difficult goal to achieve. But if they could really achieve this goal, it meant that they wouldn't have to worry about money for a long time. Of course, this was only if there were no large payments. In addition, some of the other rewards offered by the Research Consortium were equally enviable. For example, mechs. These were battle mechs that were hard to find in the market. Even if they did not want them, they could still be sold in high demand.
Ye Chong realized that he had to take his job seriously. The Research Consortium's pay was very high. Both Ye Chong and Shang felt that they would not be able to find a better job in the near future. Shang could not hack into Gray Valley's virtual world, which meant that unconventional methods of earning money could no longer be used.
15 students who passed, or those with excellent results in the final examination. This was not an easy goal. Ye Chong looked at the students, his face expressionless.
Most of the students had been trained in long range combat since they were young. Switching to close range combat in the middle of their training would be problematic. Ye Chong was most worried about their habits. They had been trained in mech piloting since they were young, and were used to long range combat.
It was not easy to change any kind of habit.
However, he was reassured by the fact that these young mech pilots all had a good foundation, such as mech piloting skills. This saved Ye Chong a lot of effort.
The students looked at their instructor, who stood before them with a dark face. They were all nervous and obedient.
"Now, each of you will take out your mechs and complete the obstacle course." Ye Chong pointed to the obstacle course at the far end of the training ground, and added, "One by one."
The students took out their mechs, and the training ground was filled with mechs of all shapes and sizes. Ye Chong was impressed by many of the mechs. He thought back to his time on the trash planet, piloting the old Winnie. These young people were so lucky!
However, Ye Chong soon noticed a problem. These young people were all using long range mechs. Using long range mechs to practice close range combat? That was ridiculous. However, when he read the details of the training in his communicator, he realized that the close range mechs here had all been sent to the frontline, and a batch of close range mechs had to be transferred from the rear for the students to learn close range combat. However, that would only happen five days later.
Ye Chong pointed at Xi Qing. "From today onwards, you will be the leader. You will maintain order."
Right from the start, Ye Chong had noticed that Xi Qing was not as bored as the other students. He was calm and collected, so Ye Chong appointed him as the team leader.
Xi Qing accepted Ye Chong's appointment calmly, despite the envious stares from the other students.
The mechs started up, accelerated, and evaded. Ye Chong nodded to himself. These students were all very talented. At least they had a solid foundation in mech piloting, much higher than the average in the Five Galaxies.
However, Ye Chong still frowned. What the students needed now was not close range mechs, but better physical fitness. Their bodies were more than enough for long range combat, but not for close range combat. Compared to long range combat, the collisions between mechs were more intense. While the mechs were protected by hydraulic buffers, it was still a heavy burden on the mech pilot's body.
These students were not strong enough to handle close range combat. Of course, this was also due to their immature bodies. However, seeing the advanced facilities in the training ground, Ye Chong quickly had an idea.
Xi Qing rubbed his aching arms, and smiled bitterly. These few days, they felt like they had been through hell. The terrifying training was daunting, but when they saw the expressionless face of their instructor, no one dared to say a word.
Strength training, flexibility training, reflexes training …
Xi Qing had grown up in arduous training, but now he realized that his so-called arduous training was child's play compared to the training plan formulated by his instructor. As he trained, his mind was almost blank, and he could only repeat the boring training mechanically. It was not just him. Everyone in the group worked hard, just to complete the training set by the instructor.
The instructor had left a deep impression on them on the first day. It was then that they realized how strong the instructor, whom all the students called an idiot, was! They saw with their own eyes that the instructor needed only half the time to complete the same training.
Usually, the instructor did not pay much attention to them, and would go off to train on his own once the plan was set. Some of the students saw that the instructor was not paying attention to them, and tried to slack off.
However, the instructor seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and picked out a few of them to slack off. Even now, the thought of the upcoming punishment sent chills down their spines.
The instructor almost killed those guys! Every student who witnessed that scene could swear that the instructor had really almost killed those students at that time. It was from that day onwards that everyone realized that the taciturn instructor would not hesitate to kill. They might be the best of the younger generation, but they had never met such a ruthless character before. They were all obedient.
The students lived in fear every day, afraid that they would offend the instructor.
These days, the training was boring. They would practice a few simple movements for an entire day, repeating them tens of thousands of times. However, everyone gritted their teeth and persevered. No one fell behind.
Even Ye Chong was surprised by this. After all, among his students, there were three female students. This kind of high-intensity physical training required a relatively good foundation of physical fitness. Because of their physique, women were naturally at a disadvantage in this aspect. However, these three female students had completed the quota set by Ye Chong. Ye Chong had initially excluded them from the list of 15 qualified candidates, but now it seemed that he would have to reconsider.
He had not been idle these days. He had finally found the mech's designer's optimization of the control panel's button distribution. Now that he understood it, he improved rapidly. The originally strange distribution of keys was no longer messy in his eyes. Instead, there was a pattern to it.
The clumsy Muscle Man was no longer clumsy. Under Ye Chong's control, the mech's strength and agility were displayed to the fullest. Ye Chong's improvement was even more unbelievable to the students. They never imagined that such a clumsy mech could perform delicate combat moves. It was like a 300-kilogram fatty dancing ballet on his tiptoes. Just a few days ago, the instructor piloted the mech like a toddler learning to walk. Now, looking at the giant mech running around the training ground, the students were speechless.
If the students were initially fearful of the instructor, now they were completely convinced. No one doubted the instructor's abilities anymore. In their eyes, this taciturn instructor was no longer an idiot. Instead, he was a peerless master who had concealed his strength. The students who had regretted not choosing another instructor were now relieved. This boosted their morale, and encouraged them to participate in the training.
When Ye Chong finished the first phase of the training plan, he realized that everyone had completed the quota set. This surprised him a little. He could not help but sigh to himself. It was no wonder that Gray Valley and He Yue Galaxy were so much better than the Five Galaxies. It was not just a matter of mech technology. Ye Chong remembered the so-called experts among the young mech pilots he met in the Five Galaxies. Compared to these students, they were nothing. The two of them had grown apart at a young age.
The first phase of the training plan was not showing any results yet. Ye Chong planned to include physical training throughout the entire training process. However, this phase of physical training had already changed the students' physical qualities, and would provide a solid foundation for the later training.
The Research Consortium's close range mechs had been delivered to them for some time now. The other groups had already begun their mech training, except for Ye Chong's group.
"From today onwards, we will begin mech training." Ye Chong's announcement was met with cheers from the students, but when they saw Ye Chong's expressionless face, they held back their cheers. However, they were all happy.
Ye Chong looked at the kids and shook his head. While they all had a good foundation, they were not disciplined at all, not to mention tactical training. The Sang Tribe was the best. When he first taught them, it did not take much effort at all. However, Ye Chong knew that these kids were not warriors, and it was hard to ask them to do so. Besides, this was not something that could be learned in a short period of time. Ye Chong's training plan was so tight that it could not accommodate any new content.
"Each of you, take a close range mech." Ye Chong led them to the storeroom.
Inside the storeroom, 20 brand new close range mechs shone with a metallic luster under the light, solemn and silent. The lifeless machines exuded a cold aura, like 20 ferocious beasts lined up silently. Everyone could feel the power of these machines, and the roar that could erupt at any time.
"Heavens! It's a D-6! "Someone among the students exclaimed. (To be continued, for further details, please log on to WWW .CMFU. com. Support the author, support the original!)
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