Xu Le had never planned to use actual combat to establish his authority as an instructor, because he did not have the simulation system with him right now.
Before heading to S2 to assassinate Macklin, he had taken out the simulation system from under the workbench and placed it in the safe at Whitewater Company. Now, that expensive workbench had become the evidence of the Federation government, and he did not know whether he still had the authority to enter Whitewater Company, so he could only leave the simulation system there.
The call was to Li Xiaotong. After being released from prison, Xu Le had not gone to see him, even though he was the first person in the Federation willing to invest in him.
Xu Le knew from Zou Yu that the Li family was not in a good situation right now. Because the government and the Parliament had continuously passed the gold fusion algorithm, the Li family's influence in the financial industry of the Federation had taken a heavy blow. These measures would not shake the foundation of the Iron family, but as the second in line to the family, Li Xiaotong must be busy right now.
From a certain perspective, Xu Le should be the Li family's irreconcilable enemy, but he had always maintained some kind of tacit relationship with Seventh Young Master Li. Now that Xu Le had gained the favour of the Lees of Philadelphia, just this point alone could convince Li Xiaotong to invest a second time and maintain this almost friendly relationship, and the upper echelons of the Li family could only acquiesce.
Xu Le needed Seventh Young Master Li's help to reassemble the simulation system. In fact, even without the help of the simulation system, he believed that he could still defeat this batch of officer students in the base by operating the MX mecha. However, Zhou Yu had seen the battle of Kachim Peak with his own eyes. If the difference in skill level was too great, it might arouse his suspicion. After all, this gentle gentleman had too close a relationship with Mochou at the back of the mountain, so Xu Le had to be careful.
More importantly, if he could not display Madman Li's level of battle prowess in battle and obtain an overwhelming victory, then even if he won this battle, what was the point?
She had signed a contract to sell her body and was transferred by the Department of Defense to serve a group of military officers. This was not happiness at all. However, everyone had a different view of happiness. Xu Le rubbed his cheeks and looked at himself in the mirror with a smile. He began to carefully shave his beard. He thought of the difficult days in the black prison and how he no longer had to worry about his identity as a fugitive. Every time he washed his face, he no longer had to trim his eyebrows. He felt endless happiness.
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The training base in the mountains went from early summer to late summer, and then the autumn wind gradually rose, but it couldn't blow away the summer heat. The days passed by in such a boring manner. Although the officers from the various units were still angry, they were exceptionally serious in their learning and training. In the underground mecha storeroom, the three MX standard mecha were actually trained night after night, lined up by the officers to train them. Although they were not frail bodies, it was still extremely tiring.
Xu Le really hadn't expected that his simple provocation of disdain would actually have some effect. These officers were clearly all academically trained soldiers who had graduated from military academies. Their IQ and EQ couldn't be low, so how was it that things were going according to his plan?
After thinking about it, he could only attribute this to the atmosphere of the military camp — although there was also deception and deception in the military, it was still a distance away from society after all. It retained a rare sense of simplicity and simplicity. These officers had been in the military for a long time, so the simple and direct part of their bodies had manifested. Perhaps some of them roughly understood Instructor Xu's intentions, but no one would give him a good attitude. They just kept their heads down and trained, waiting for the beautiful day to come when they passed the assessment and beat the instructor up.
Simple and direct was very much in line with Xu Le's personality, so these days, he kept his usual sullen face, playing the role of a cold and disdainful instructor. He wasn't worried about the arrival of that day. Instead, through the new sunglasses that Zou Yu had sent him, he looked with interest at these officers who were howling as if they had taken aphrodisiac and had nowhere to vent their energy. He thought to himself, so the military is actually such a simple place.
There was no ready-made tutorial for the MX training, so Xu Le had to compile everything on the spot. Moreover, the MX in the Nutshell Production Department and the assembly line of the main assembly base had undergone many minor adjustments compared to the prototype designed by Xu Le and Shang Qiu. He also didn't have any teaching experience, so every day, teaching classes was actually a very painful process.
Fortunately, he had obtained a lot of information from the Nutshell Production Company through the Ministry of Defence, and had also applied for permission to work remotely with Shang Qiu. In addition, he had the experience of training in Area H1 of Ewha University's library, so he was able to do this job with great difficulty. Sometimes, Xu Le would feel a little smug. The Federal military probably really needed this teaching material. If he could do this job well, wouldn't Mr Shi's special pardon order be issued?
Other than tormenting himself with the MX mecha training, Xu Le was also silently paying attention to the situation in the West Woods and the movements within the Federation. The Federation's proverb had once said, "Even after leaving the palace of His Majesty and being amongst the stars, one still could not forget the troubles of the world."
Xu Le knew what kind of intelligence this Imperial spy had sent back, but he didn't know when the next war would break out. The Federation government was anxiously waiting, and so was he. But first came the good news that the leader of the Green Dragon Mountain anti-government army, Nanshui, was visiting the capital.
In these peaceful days, the first gust of autumn wind at the beginning of September brought another batch of students to the training base. Xu Le, who had been ordered by the base's commanding officer to receive them, saw the dozen or so men jumping out of military vehicles at the entrance of the base. His eyes narrowed involuntarily. Autumn had not yet arrived, but he could already feel the chill.
There were a total of 17 men, some of them tall and sturdy, some of them lean and strong, some of them cold and ruthless. They were not wearing military uniforms, but they exuded a murderous aura from head to toe. However, some of them could hide this murderous aura with just a slight turn of their bodies, leaving not a trace of it exposed.
Xiong Linquan, Liu Jiao, Gu Xifeng … and Major Lan Xiaolong. Xu Le looked at the row of people standing at attention in front of him, and understood why the base's commanding officer had sent him, a temporary instructor, to receive them. It was because, of these 17 men, other than Lan Xiaolong, the rest were all members of the Seventh Combat Team of the Whitewater Company.
"The Seventh Combat Team of the Security Advisory Department of the Whitewater Company under the jurisdiction of the Nutshell Company has been reorganized. We have been ordered to report to the commanding officer. Please give us further instructions!"
The fierce combatants stood side by side meticulously. Gunner Xiong Linquan took a step forward and shouted at Xu Le, his voice shaking the mountains.
Xu Le was speechless. He did not know if this person was shouting at him because he had stabbed Bai Yulan, or if it was because of his habitual loud voice. Fortunately, he had been a cold and ruthless instructor at the training base for more than two months. He had more or less cultivated the cold and fierce aura of a soldier, so he could calmly look at the big face in front of him and did not take a step back.
After a moment of silence, he did not understand and said softly, "There are no instructions. Since you're here, let's eat first."
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Sitting behind the self-propelled green rail car that entered the base, Xu Le took off his sunglasses, narrowed his eyes, and asked with a frown, "What's going on? The Seventh Combat Team was reorganized … Why was it sent to the base? "
"It was a direct order from the Ministry of National Defense. The Seventh Combat Team has been reorganized for a long time, but you, the director, have not been here, so they have been idle. The 8384 Combat Team also picked a group of people to be the peripheral force of the Seventh Combat Team. This time, they did not come with you. Now that I think about it, the people you can command are basically a battalion. "
Major Lan Xiaolong sat beside him. As an officer of the Harbor City Guard District, he had spent some time with Xu Le, so he was comfortable talking to him. He shrugged and said, "In Harbor City, the order I received was to protect you, and now it seems to be the same."
Xu Le was silent for a long time. Looking at the silent members in front of the rail car, he pursed his lips and said, "I'm asking why."
"It was an order from the Ministry of National Defense, how do we know the reason?" Lan Xiaolong shrugged again and said, "But I can guess a little."
Xu Le looked at him with a bitter smile and said, "Hurry up and say it, or the question marks in my head are going to explode."
"I'm from the 17th Armored Division. White Magnolia … "Lan Xiaolong looked at his face and said," You're also from the 17th Division. Out of the 18 members of the Seventh Combat Team, 15 of them are from our division. The Seventh Combat Team has always been the strongest in the Whitewater Company. The Ministry of National Defense bypassed the Nutshell Board of Directors and directly ordered the reorganization of the Seventh Combat Team.
The 8384 Combat Team was stationed in the Harbor City Guard District. Before the unit's designation was changed, it was the most famous 17th Armored Division of the Federation. Li Pifu was the commander of the 17th Armored Division. Xu Le was silent. How could a combat team of the security company be related to the old man in Philadelphia?
"You're training officers in the training base, which is contributing to the Federal Army. You're leading the Seventh Combat Team to give you a group of your own subordinates. "Lan Xiaolong took a puff of his cigarette, and his expression became serious and serious.
"The old commander definitely doesn't want to see his old unit turn from an iron-blooded army into a group of riff-raff troops. Since he thinks highly of you, this mission naturally has to be given to you. You definitely can't be a commander now, so you can only start practicing with the Seventh Combat Team."
Xu Le felt that this reasoning was too ridiculous. Li Pifu was the Federation's God of War. Even if he took care of him a little for the sake of his uncle, how could he let him do this kind of thing?
"You guessed right?"
"Nonsense, if I could know what those big shots are thinking, why would I be a soldier? Wouldn't it be better to just charge into the stock market? "Lan Xiaolong said in annoyance.
The team members in front of the railcar had been sitting for a while, but now they began to relax. Some of them crossed their legs, some of them began to smoke, and some of them began to talk loudly.
Xu Le shook his head and thought about how this major peeked at Shang Qiu's cleavage in the underground base of the Ministry of Engineering. He sighed and said, "No wonder you're from the 8384 Combat Team."
"Same here, you're not a proper soldier either." Lan Xiaolong shrugged and said.
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In addition to the 30 or so excellent military officers in the training base, there were suddenly 17 more unofficially organized armed personnel. Although according to the Ministry of Defense, these armed personnel were only there to listen, the atmosphere in the base still became a little strange.
The three major security companies of the Federation often cooperated with the military in battle, but there was a gap between active duty soldiers and these unofficially organized soldiers.
The armed personnel of Team 7 actually had military records in their respective units, but for some reason, when they returned to the unit, they didn't look like professional soldiers at all. They were doing their duty as unofficially organized soldiers.
The most important thing was that the officers who received the training had graduated from various universities and belonged to the typical academic faction. However, the seventeen men who came later were definitely born in the wilderness. They all started off as small soldiers on the battlefield and relied on killing enemies to get to where they were today.
In terms of rank, the trained officers were naturally higher. Other than Lan Xiaolong, none of the members of Team 7 had the nerve to take out their epaulets to dry. In terms of commanding ability and comprehensive assessment of some subjects, the trained officers were also a lot better than the members of Team 7. But when it came to specific combat ability, those 17 men were all looking up, full of disdain and contempt for these academic military nobles.
What made Xu Le feel strange was that although the atmosphere in the base was strange and tense, there was no intense conflict between the two sides. After two days of observation, even though his butt was vaguely on Team 7's side, he had to admit that it was mainly because those academic soldiers were maintaining their tolerance and did not show the attitude of a superior officer.
The attention of the trained officers was all on the upcoming mecha assessment. Most of the other subjects had already been completed, but for this MX mecha assessment, their eyes were already red from waiting.
Because of the attitude Xu Le had displayed in the base, the trained officers began to dig up his background. In the end, they finally found out about his relationship with the Minister of Defence's family. Everyone thought they understood why Xu Le was so arrogant — this kind of nepotism was the most unacceptable thing in the military, and their hearts became increasingly conflicted. In the dorms at night, one could often hear some officer coldly saying that he was ready to open a paint factory to teach someone a lesson.
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A week after the arrival of the seventeen men, the MX Mech's first assessment had ended. Most of the officers who had been trained had demonstrated excellent control and combat abilities in the assessment, reaching the passing standard. The ones with the best results were Hua Xiaosi from Celine, and Zhou Yu, who had a deep understanding of the MX Mech.
On the rostrum, Xu Le finished reading out the results and sighed softly. Very satisfied with the results of these two months of hard work, he removed the sunglasses on his nose and said to the people below the rostrum, "In half an hour, I'll be waiting for you all at the entrance."
The conference room was silent. The trained officers stood up silently and walked towards the door. This silence seemed to hide some kind of hostility. Due to the strict military discipline, they could not do anything to the instructor. Today, they finally had a chance to vent their anger openly, but after all, they were all mid-ranking officers and would not make a big fuss like a hooligan. Instead, they all clenched their fists in excitement.
Unexpectedly, half an hour later, Xu Le did not walk with them into the underground hangar, but instead led them to the field. Accompanied by the dull evening breeze, some of the fallen leaves on the field moved slowly. Wearing sunglasses, Xu Le turned his head and said to the officers, "Who is it?"
"Me." Hua Xiaosi from the West Woods military district stepped forward and glanced calmly at Xu Le, his heart brimming with confidence. He had tied for the highest score in this assessment, and from the very beginning, he had been the one to lead his fellow students in resisting Instructor Xu's humiliation. Stepping forward now to challenge on behalf of the officers was only natural.
"Very natural." Xu Le nodded and said, "After learning MX for so long, you are the most outstanding student. I think you should know very well what MX's main purpose is."
This was the question an instructor asked a student. Hua Xiaosi thought for a moment and then said without hesitation, "It's to kill using physical techniques."
"To control MX well, other than familiarizing yourself with the operating system, what is the most important tactical quality a pilot should have?"
"Close-range combat."
Xu Le unbuttoned the collar of his lieutenant colonel uniform, nodded and said, "You said it very clearly. Then use close-range combat to knock me down, then use mecha. Do you have any objections?"
The surrounding officers looked at each other. Although they felt that the instructor's words were slightly different from what they had said at the beginning, these words also made some sense. The key was to use mecha to challenge. With the protection of the safety control system, they could at most make Instructor Xu lose some face. Using close-range combat to challenge first was even better. Other than making the instructor lose face, they could also make the instructor's face bruise and vent their anger.
As for whether these people would lose or not? They had not considered it. Until today, they still thought that the young Instructor Xu was a pretty good technical supervisor, an arrogant brat with a great background. If they really fought, how could he be a match for people like them who had been on the battlefield for so long?
Without another word, Hua Xiaosi took off his uniform and began to move the joints of his arms and legs, warming up before the fight. After taking off his clothes, it was discovered that this ace pilot from the West Woods military district had strong muscles. He was definitely also an expert in close-range combat.
The surrounding officers had expressions of schadenfreude on their faces. Now that the test was over, there was naturally no need to maintain absolute courtesy to the instructor. Occasionally, a trace of doubt would flash across the faces of a few people. They felt that there was something wrong with the instructor agreeing to this challenge.
However, no one noticed that at the edge of the crowd, two officers were staring at Xu Le with cold gazes. They were from the 3rd Military District and had been silent these past few days. Only when the officers found out Xu Le's true identity did the coldness in their eyes grow thicker and thicker.
The members of Team 7 who were listening in stood far away at the edge of the crowd, leaning against the trees and lying on the stone steps, their figures lazy. They were also very curious about Xu Le's strength. Seeing was believing. They wanted to see if their supervisor was as ferocious as Lao Bai had said.
Only Zhou Yu laughed bitterly and turned his head away, unwilling to see Hua Xiaosi's miserable appearance later.
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"You're the instructor. I won't hit your face."
The wind rose on the field. Hua Xiaosi's face was dark. The moment he attacked, it was the sharpest direct attack of the military special forces.
At this time, Xu Le was still wearing his sunglasses. His eyes narrowed under the lenses, and he allowed the fierce wind from the fist to hit him in the face. Only then did his left hand flip up casually, blocking the bend of the opponent's elbow. He took three steps forward. The edge of his palm, his fingertips, his wrist, and the hard tip of his elbow sprayed out like raindrops, hitting Hua Xiaosi's body like a drum.
His movements were too fast. It was like countless shadows flashing between the two of them. Hua Xiaosi barely covered his chest and retreated. He felt a wave of pain and numbness on his body and arm. He couldn't help but turn pale. He didn't know what the instructor's body was made of to be able to reach such a fast speed.
Just as everyone was shocked and Hua Xiaosi was retreating with a grunt, Xu Le suddenly pulled back his fist, raised his right leg, and struck out like a bolt of lightning, hitting the outer side of Hua Xiaosi's knee.
Hua Xiaosi's strength was all concentrated on the defense of his upper body. His body suddenly lost its balance. Like a scene in a movie, he flipped in the air and then fell tragically onto the hard ground with a muffled thud.
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(I want votes, I want monthly votes. He clenched his fist and shouted with stars in his eyes.)
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