The fresh blood of the military who had been specially groomed by the Federation might have had the word "fresh" in them, but they were definitely not true rookies. These officers who had been trained were at least the fellows of a special forces company commander in their own base, and were also admired by the leaders of their respective units, doted on like treasures. Thus, although they could not be said to be truly arrogant and willful, there was definitely an aloof attitude in their eyes that treated everyone else as if they were nothing.
In terms of overall strength, these officers were unquestionably among the best in the Federal military. Otherwise, their units would not have chosen them to participate in the joint exercise. Losing so badly in front of their brother units, other than losing face, there was no other benefit.
A certain person's mecha control was ferocious, able to break through the fourth level of the test with an M37. A certain person's face was not red nor was he out of breath after injuring a target with a combination of firearms, and he could even pretend to be a scarecrow in a grain field. A certain person hid in a swamp during the exercise and did not show his face for seven days. In the end, it was only when the staff of the 1st Military Region, the organizer of the exercise, had almost checked the data of the Bureau of Proclamation that he floated out like a ghost to tail behind the pursuit team, silently performing a great comeback...
Each of them had their own strengths that could not be replicated, so it was very difficult to determine a true victor. Moreover, they were all characters who had once fought in turn in the West Woods. Perhaps they had even supported each other on the battlefield back then, so the officer cadets themselves were able to respect each other and live in harmony.
However, after the anti-terrorism exercise ended, these prodigious soldiers were locked up in the training base for several months of training...
Before the New Year, the Federal military had suddenly raised the security level. Coupled with the rare anti-terrorism joint exercise, although they had not received any clear orders, they knew that the situation between the Federation and the Empire was definitely becoming tense again. However, at such a critical time, they were unable to return to their own units and fight alongside their comrades. Instead, they were locked up in this godforsaken base in silence. How could they not be frustrated?
It had to be said that the reason Xu Le had attracted so many conflicting emotions during the first lesson of the new MX mecha had a lot to do with the emotions of the officers about to erupt.
The trainees received comprehensive training at the base, and the Federation attached great importance to it. It was obvious that they were preparing for this batch of officers to grow into generals who could command an area on the battlefield. Thus, they had set up many courses, among which were courses on command and tactical deduction. Among the 19 courses, the course on the new mecha, which had started less than two days ago, was particularly unremarkable.
However, this was the class that the officers didn't want to attend the most right now, because they realized that the young instructor that they had once disregarded and looked down upon was really a good-for-nothing.
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The holographic screen in the conference room flashed with structural blueprints and core data that were constantly changing. Xu Le stood on the podium, coldly looking at the officers below the podium, and said in a calm tone,
He said calmly, "The base covers an area of 47 square kilometres, and that doesn't include the wilderness mountain area behind it. The Federation has set up such a large area and invited the best teachers from the three major military academies just to train the 30 or so of you. In the end, you've spent four days and still haven't grasped the most basic tactical movements. I really don't know what's going on in your brains. "
"The citizens of the Federation pay taxes to support you bunch of soldiers. Don't you feel ashamed? With your level, any random person from the Empire's Royal Special Forces would be able to kill you. "
"I'm not asking you to grasp the design of the twin-engine jet. The electron turbulence generator involves quantum physics. I believe that you won't be able to learn it even if you study for another three years. But you haven't even grasped the basic structural blueprints for the wings. How are you going to go to the battlefield in the future? "
"Back to the standard tactical movements. I've already told you very clearly that this is a brand new set of movements. Forget all those useless techniques and rules from the past, and don't even remember the sacred rule of not leaving the ground with your mechanical legs. Then come and challenge my experience."
"I can jump up and kick someone when I'm operating the prototype MX. In the underground storeroom, you're operating a MX, and you still want to learn how to move slowly like a little girl?"
Xu Le spoke very slowly, his tone very calm, but every word he spoke was filled with the stupidity and rigidity of the officer students. That kind of tone was enough to infuriate anyone. The faces of the proud officers below the stage were livid. They stared fixedly at the tactical light screen in front of them, but they forcefully suppressed their anger and did not stand up to fight it out with him.
These officers who thought that they understood mecha very well, after several days of arguments in class, had already deeply realized that the little instructor on the rostrum was indeed a mecha expert. No matter how inconceivable the standard tactical movements he proposed were, in practice after class, he could always prove that he was correct.
This was especially so during class debates. Each time an officer below raised an objection, Instructor Xu Le would be able to report precise data even with his eyes closed, sharply and coldly mocking the crowd. And in practice after class, the officers could not help but angrily find that everything he said was right.
If one did not understand the MX mecha as well as one's own body, how could one possibly be able to deduce the fluctuations in the parameters of the mecha's movements just from the data in one's mind? Practice was the only standard to test the truth. In the military camp, only the strong were the standard. In terms of MX mecha operation theory, the officers were shocked to find that no matter how hard they tried, they could not seem to compare to the instructor on the rostrum. Thus, these past few days, when the instructor had been harshly mocking and even scolding them, they could only forcefully suppress their anger, patiently waiting for a chance to take revenge in the future.
You can still jump up and kick someone when you're operating the prototype MX, but you can only move your mecha slowly like a little girl — this sentence was too harsh, too cruel. The stifling silence in the classroom was mixed with the sound of angry breathing. Seated at the front, Zhou Yu's expression could not help but turn ugly. He lowered his head and laughed bitterly in his heart.
Because he was that person who had been kicked by Xu Le with the prototype MX … someone.
That had been two years ago at Pear Blossom University. At that time, Zhou Yu had already felt that Xu Le was a genius at mecha operation, but he could never have imagined that in such a short time, Xu Le would already become a level one mecha instructor of the Ministry of Defence, and Zhou Yu himself would become his student.
"I know you all are very capable people, because I am different from you. I believe in the vision of the Ministry of Defence. The Ministry of Defence chose me to teach you all naturally because I have the qualifications to do so. Since the Ministry of Defence chose you all, then you all are naturally also excellent soldiers, and have the right to be proud. "
This seemed to be what an instructor should be doing — first hammering the students a little, then slightly restoring the other's confidence. The atmosphere in the classroom relaxed slightly, but unexpectedly, Xu Le continued coldly, "But, in mecha class, in front of me, you all have no right to be proud. If you want to deal with me, you all need to pass the mecha operation test first, and then try to challenge me. I don't have the time or the time of the Empire to play these childish games with you all."
The federal officers, who had been humiliated by Instructor Xu's words these days, had long been thinking about how to find a suitable opportunity to "compare notes" with Instructor Xu on the podium, who seemed to only know how to talk on paper. However, they did not expect that Instructor Xu seemed to have guessed this point and decisively erased this possibility. He even reprimanded their idea of a challenge as childish.
Hearing these words, Zhou Yu, who was sitting in the front row, finally could not help but raise his head to glance at Xu Le on the rostrum. Deep confusion appeared on his usually gentle face. He thought to himself, with your mecha combat ability, it's more than enough to take care of a few of the fiercest ace mecha pilots in the class. One battle would be enough to determine the instructor's dignity, so why not do that?
What made Zhou Yu even more confused was, was this Instructor Xu on the rostrum really the Xu Le he knew? This cold instructor who wore sunglasses in the classroom, whose lips were as sharp as a knife, and whose face was as cold as the snow in Lin Hai University, was he really … that mechanic who always had a smile on his face and a face full of sunshine?
Finally, an officer could not control his emotions under Xu Le's incisive insults. He stood up abruptly and angrily protested, "Even if the tactical standard movements you designed are the only correct ones, we are indeed trying to familiarize ourselves with them. But why is there a mecha mechanic aspect in your assessment criteria? A brand new suspension system, and a fitting program for the spherical joint — that's a whole three big books. How can we learn in such a short time? Don't forget that we are frontline officers, not mecha soldiers! "
He looked angrily at Xu Le and said, "You've been unwilling to go on the mecha all this time. Is it because you're afraid of being exposed?"
"You're a captain, I'm a lieutenant colonel. You're a student, I'm an instructor. I didn't ask you to stand up, but you stood up."
Xu Le stood on the rostrum and looked at him coldly. "Count yourself how many rules you've broken. Go run three laps on the field yourself. I'll answer your questions to the other students. If the answer is already over by the time you run back, you can ask someone else. "
After saying this, he adjusted the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
From the start of the second class, Xu Le began to wear the brand new lieutenant colonel uniform to class. He wore sunglasses and had the Purple Star medal pinned to his chest. The military rank and medal were the rewards he had received for developing the MX mecha. That day, he had thrown them into a pile of snow after leaving the Liufeng Slope Clubhouse. Now, the Ministry of Defence had arranged a new one for him.
Originally, Madman Li was the only lieutenant colonel at such a young age in the Federation. Now, Xu Le was added. Even Tai Zhiyuan, who had achieved great merit in the S2 secret mission and gotten first place in the anti-terrorist exercise, who had the support of a thousand-year-old family, was still only a major.
When Xu Le walked into the classroom wearing the lieutenant colonel uniform, the officers below suddenly became silent. They were of different ages, but even those who were over 30 years old were only majors at most. However, this young instructor was actually a lieutenant colonel!
Xu Le wanted to complete the mission of the Ministry of Defence in the shortest amount of time possible, so he didn't have the leisure to mingle with the officers. He simply came here with his horse and horse, using his identity as an instructor to suppress the students, using his identity as a senior officer to suppress the officers, and using the honor of the Purple Star medal to suppress the other party's honor.
If it were up to him, he would have hung the Purple Star medal on his chest. Unfortunately, that incomparably precious medal was obtained from assassinating Macklin. In the foreseeable future, it would have to be hidden in a dusty box.
Even so, the youngest lieutenant colonel in the Federation, the holder of the Purple Star medal, and a first-class instructor in the Ministry of Defence. These three identities were like three mountains weighing down on the hearts of the officers below the podium, causing them to be vigilant, shocked, and silent.
In their silence, they still thought that this young instructor who wore sunglasses in class during the day was probably an arrogant guy who only knew how to show off. They were waiting for the day when he would show off and ignite the anger of the entire base.
However, later on, reality proved them wrong. This young instructor's background was even greater than they had imagined — in the midst of the chaos caused by Instructor Xu, the senior officers in charge of the discipline of the base actually completely followed his lead. They had even specially sent several military police officers to maintain order during the mecha class according to his request.
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Hearing this, the officer was stunned. Looking at the instructor's lieutenant colonel uniform and the Purple Star medal, he knew that he had been blinded by anger and let the instructor have something against him. He then looked at the military police officers who were eyeing him with hostility at the door of the meeting room. He couldn't help but grumble bitterly, took off his military cap, and walked out.
"Why do you want to learn mechanical structure and maintenance? This is another very stupid question. "
After the officer who had violated discipline left to run, Xu Le adjusted the sunglasses on his nose and said coldly, "This only proves once again your inflexibility and stupidity. Mechanical repair camp? On the battlefield, if the entire mechanical repair camp is wiped out, and you guys are left empty-handed with the spare parts in the supply depot but can't even deal with the mecha's self-damage. What will you do then?
"There's another very important point. The MX mecha's main use on the battlefield, aside from direct attacks, is for long-distance special operations. Back then, Marshal Li ambushed the Empire's emperor from thousands of miles away and killed the enemy chief in one fell swoop. Does he still have mechanical engineers by his side? Ridiculous! "
An officer raised his hand silently. Xu Le squinted at this person through his sunglasses and found that it was the person who had walked out first during the first class. Suppressing the curve of his lips that was about to curve up, Xu Le said coldly, "Ask."
This officer's surname was Hua, and his name was Xiaosi. He belonged to the 4th Military Region's Special Mecha Team. These past few years, he had operated the M52 mecha on the frontlines of the West Woods. Who knew how many battles he had fought with the Empire's people? His control of military mecha was exceptionally strong. In his mind, the only person in the entire Federation who was worthy of his admiration in terms of mecha control was the God of War Li Pifu, Commander Zhong, and the retired Commander Tian. Even the current commander was not worthy of his respect. As for these outstanding officers in the base, he only thought that Zhou Yu, who had come from the First Military Academy's Mecha Department, had the ability to compete with him in terms of mecha combat. It was precisely this strong self-confidence that made him extremely dissatisfied with those tactical movements Xu Le had proposed during the first class, and he had taken the initiative to raise his doubts.
However, after so many days of class, Hua Xiaosi understood that the Instructor Xu on the podium was truly talented. Although he did not know what his actual control level was, his theoretical level was definitely second to none. A trace of respect gradually grew in his heart, but this trace of respect was instantly wiped clean by Xu Le's cold reprimand and humiliation.
He stood up and saluted Xu Le on the podium. There was no fault in any of his movements, and he said in a low voice, "Reporting to Instructor, the Federation only has one God of War. You cannot expect every pilot to have that kind of ability, so I think that you can learn about mecha, but not too much."
Xu Le looked at him, and after a moment of silence, suddenly said, "Have you seen the movie where Marshal Li assassinated the Emperor of the Empire?"
"Yes."
In fact, everyone in the conference room had seen it, but they did not understand why Xu Le would ask this.
Xu Le continued expressionlessly, "The movie is all fake. If you have paid attention to the war situation report sent by the Department of Defense back then, you should know that back then, on that resource planet within the Empire, Marshal Li ran for thousands of miles. Along the way, his mecha's assembly system nearly broke down three times. Marshal Li used local materials for all of them, obtaining parts and components from his own mecha on the battlefield. He even modified the mecha that the Empire left behind in the mountains. That was how he managed to support the M37 to the end.
"If Marshal Li was as clueless about mecha mechanics as you all are, how could he have accomplished such a shocking feat? In fact, this is what I admire the most about Marshal Li. To be able to drive a broken … and kill the Emperor of the Empire. "He praised loudly," This is really not something a human can do. "
"So, to become a real pilot, first of all, you must learn how to be a mecha mechanic." Xu Le looked at the officers below the podium and said coldly, "The Federation's military regulations have never had such a rule. This is my opinion. Because MX is different, I think that since the Department of Defense asked me to train you all, they must agree with my opinion on MX."
"But … we are not the War God after all." Hua Xiaosi shook his head with a serious expression.
"A soldier who does not want to become a Marshal is not a good soldier."
After saying this, Xu Le looked at the thoughtful expressions of Hua Xiaosi and the officers below the podium, and suddenly fell into silence.
Training pilots for the Department of Defense, pretending to be cold, but as time passed, he found that he had actually sunk into this kind of role playing. These young officers below the podium, full of vigor and strength, would soon step onto the battlefield to welcome the great battle with the Empire, and these officers who were destined to become the elites of the military were his own students. Thinking of this, a faint sense of pride grew in his heart.
After pausing for a moment, he said seriously, "Not to mention that you are not soldiers, but officers. Don't forget that when Marshal Li went to kill the Emperor of the Empire, he was only the commander of the 17th Armored Division. He was just a soldier like you, but he dared to do so, so he is no longer a human, but a War God. "
"During the first assessment, I hope that some of you can pass. Maybe after the training, it will be difficult for us to meet again, or maybe you don't want to remember my name at all, but I still want to say that my name is Xu Le. "
"I am Instructor Xu, in the ancient language, that is teacher hue … Of course, with your knowledge reserve, you definitely don't know much about the ancient language."
After mocking as usual, Xu Le adjusted the sunglasses on his nose again and left the conference room.
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On the shore of Lake Feicheng, under the reflection of the snowy mountains, a general stood behind an old man in casual clothes, pulled up the video on the holographic screen, and said with a smile, "Father, he said you are not human."
The War God of the Federation, Li Pifu, smiled, the age spots on his forehead were particularly obvious, and his old voice sounded,
"To be able to disregard life and death and throw away the instincts of living creatures, at that moment, you really can't be called a human. This little guy has had many inhuman experiences, so it is a good choice for Zou Yingxing to make him an instructor. But I still have expectations for this little guy, after the training, let him go back to White Water. "
"He is too young."
For some reason, Major General Li looked at the screen and smiled bitterly. He felt a little disappointed and said something that seemed to have nothing to do with what he was saying.
Li Pifu sat quietly by the lake, looking at the reflection of the snowy mountains in the distance, and said with a smile, "Don't worry too much, just let nature take its course. If I remember correctly, they know each other, and have met each other more than once."
Major General Lee had never learned to disobey his father in his life. The old man on the shore of Lake Feicheng was his father, but his more important identity was the War God who protected the Federation. Although he couldn't understand why his father paid so much attention to the young man, and even made some decisions that he felt were inconceivable, he believed that his father must have seen the future many years in the future. The foggy future was something that he couldn't see through, and was unwilling to touch.
"Those sunglasses don't seem to be his. They are a bit loose, and he wants to pretend to be cold, but he looks a bit funny … I don't understand what he wants to do."
The atmosphere by the lake was a bit silent and weird. Major General Lee forced a smile and mentioned some details in the training base.
The old man gently let go of his hand, stood up, and stood on the rock, his eyes full of wisdom and iron will forged on the battlefield. He said slowly, "The young man is eager to teach all he knows to the military, to prove that Mr. President's pardon order is correct."
Major General Lee didn't understand what he meant.
The old man said with a smile, "The more important he is to the Federation, the more likely that the spy in the prison will be pardoned. I pay attention to Xu Le, not only because of his relationship with your uncle, not only because of his ability, but also because of his temperament. "
The old man fell silent again after hearing this. He thought to himself, If he didn't have the opposite ancient style of caring and righteousness, I wouldn't dare to take such a big risk and use him.
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Not many people in the Federation knew about the obscure and complicated relationship between Xu Le and the Lees of Philadelphia. Even President Pabre and General Miles didn't think of a certain interstellar prodigal uncle, a fugitive from the Federation. Probably only the lady in the back of the mountain knew the whole truth.
The senior generals of the Federal military only knew that the War God appreciated this young man, so when Zou Yingxing issued a written order to transfer Xu Le to the training base, no one dared to raise an objection.
With such a background, Xu Le's treatment in the training base naturally wouldn't be bad. He pushed open the door of the instructor's apartment and walked in. He washed his face with hot water, looked at the blurry face in the mirror, and couldn't help but sigh, rubbing his cheeks hard.
He had to play the cold instructor every day, and he almost couldn't even smile anymore. He looked at the face in the mirror with some bitterness, then looked at the sunglasses on the stage. He had borrowed this pair from another instructor, and it was a bit big, so it wasn't very suitable to wear.
He knew that the officers in the training base were actually very good, but they hadn't come into contact with the new mecha. There would definitely be people who could pass the next test, but he didn't know what kind of challenge he would face.
"I don't have any intention of fighting in the arena." He looked at himself, gently clenched his fist, smiled, then picked up the phone and pressed a string of numbers.
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