After killing the intelligent equipment, he can get cards of the mechanical race by drawing cards. Not to mention, there are a lot of small machinery that are scattered, so it is not difficult to draw, although the quality is generally ordinary whiteboards.
These small machinery have average combat power, but their structure is crucial. It is through studying the structure of these small machinery that Little Alice and he can complete the simulation of intelligent machinery and even restore the behavioral logic of some advanced intelligent machinery.
Perhaps because of their own expertise, although the mechanical technology level in the biochemical world is not that high, Alice's intelligence is indeed one by one, and even her learning ability is not like an AI.
As Luo Huai said, she is a smart creature.
Perhaps it was the powerful biotechnology of Umbrella Company that gave her a more complete soul.
In short, the main force in this research is Alice Little.
Fate also borrowed some experimental materials to take action.
"Speaking of this, there seems to be something in the war zone today. The commander seems to be preparing to make trouble. It's quite sudden. Do you have any clues?"
"I don't know anything. Yesterday he just talked to me about the exercise. I... I just gave some suggestions."
"Opinion?" Fengshu knew that it must be this guy when he heard it. He slapped his forehead and said speechlessly: "Do you know that this morning, the commander of the Third District rushed to the commander-in-chief of the war zone like a chicken blood. People almost thought they were going to fight."
There is also a bit of the previous article, which is almost because the application for exercises was repeatedly rejected, which led to a subtle relationship between the two.
"That's nothing to do with me. I just mentioned this matter a little. I didn't act as a dog-headed military advisor at all."
"I'm curious about what you mentioned."
"Let the intelligence fight with the evil believers." Luo Huai briefly summarized yesterday's content.
"It's amazing...but haven't these two people started working in the wild a long time ago?"
"What's the point of making small fuss? What we want is to make them have a full-scale conflict, and we will reap the benefits of the fisherman."
"It's really easy to say, it would be great if it went so smoothly." Someone must have thought about this kind of idea, but he just thought about it. Many useful ideas are like this, and they just flashed by but didn't catch it.
The two of them quarreled for a while before they turned their attention back to the screen.
A new situation occurred in the exercise.
Faced with an extremely rapid intelligent offensive at the beginning, the soldiers who had participated in an exercise were suddenly defeated.
Especially those who performed poorly before, I thought they could avenge their previous shame this time, but the high-intensity guerrillas and firepower confrontations made them become at a loss again.
The sneaky invasion experience in the front suddenly became a decoration, which actually tests the results of daily physical training.
This made the eleven people who just joined feel a lot of pressure.
And that damn sense of inclusion. Having entered this exercise area, the outside world seemed to be isolated, a faint mist, and the real wilderness was vaguely seen, as if they were really heading to the City of Intelligent Machinery to complete the mission.
The only good news is that the weather is not as dark as it was before.
But even so, after rushing through the first blockade line, the three teams counted several people and found that they were fewer.
The instructors who led them were all seriously injured.
The rare opportunity to repair should have been used to plan how to go next, but now other situations have occurred.
It dragged down the guilt of teammates and doubts about their own strength... many contradictions and resentment seemed to ferment in the narrow space.
Until one of the men's murmur ignited the fuse, the contradiction of explosive barrels was also ignited.
The quarrel... appeared where it shouldn't have appeared the least.
Perhaps he was full of confidence and was suddenly hit, and even some calm people looked a little ugly on their faces.
The seriously injured instructor leaned against the side, looking at the problems exposed by the group of young people, waiting for them to vent for a while.
But when they arrived at the back, they almost started fighting and had to say a word to stop them.
The instructor who was helped up covered his bandaged abdomen and walked step by step to the middle of everyone.
The two of the most quarrels had their necks red. At first, they just complained about being dragged down. The newcomer knew that they were really upset, so they didn't say anything, but it might be that they were whispering too much, which made the newcomer feel uncomfortable even if they felt a little guilty. Finally, someone whispered in a low voice, "Isn't it just an exercise, I'm still involved in the show, and I haven't really died..."
This is probably what it means, as you can imagine, this sentence is obviously inappropriate.
But the quarrel has started, no one wants to, and there is no chance to explain their thoughts again, and the words on both sides are becoming more and more aggressive.
"Okay, do you understand now?" the instructor separated the people on both sides, then looked at his soldiers and asked.
"Squad leader, this guy said that our exercises are playing house!"
"Yes." But who knew that the instructor nodded and said in agreement, "Isn't this just playing house? It's just..."
After a pause, he turned his head and looked at the newcomer on the other side, "It's just that this playhouse will be injured and will bleed."
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The people on both sides suddenly became silent.
Seeing that these boys calmed down, the instructor continued, "If you think who is dragging someone down, then think about how to make this oil bottle no longer a oil bottle! Instead of chattering like a group of monkeys here, don't forget that you were my oil bottle at the beginning... Don't think that now you can see it a little, and forget how you came here!"
To put it bluntly, in a word, you have some skills now, and you dare to blame the inexperienced newcomers. Then don’t blame him, the old squad leader, for also arresting these guys and scolding them.
After all, for the instructors, they are just some of the bigger ones and the smaller ones.
And the instructors on the newcomer side are not completely said. After all, that saying "playing house" is very impolite to all the ancestors who participated in this exercise.
"Instructor, I know I'm wrong." The man admitted his mistake obediently. After all, he was not his squad leader, so he was afraid of his fierce eyes.
The instructor didn't say much, but said lightly: "On the battlefield, you may not be as decent as playing house."
After saying that, he sat back to the corner alone.
They are in a basement.
Because the old campus needed to develop many teaching facilities and had a high utilization rate of land, the basement was so Chido. Almost every teaching building had a basement with various functions.
Chapter completed!