The conference room is a typical recruit camp style, everything is simple. Even the walls are made of exposed bluestone, and the metal brackets are clearly visible.
The only decoration is a hand-drawn map of the empire's territory that takes up the entire wall. That was the style of painting at least a thousand years ago, when the Void Valley star was still located on the top planetary belt in the world. And more than seven hundred years ago, it
It derailed and fell, bringing the creatures of the two upper continents into hell. The debris that shattered and floated in the void became the most abundant source of rare ores for the human race.
The doors and windows of the conference room were open, but they were of little use. The room was full of smoke and smoke. Most of the dozen or so soldiers sitting around the long conference table were fussing and quarreling from time to time. Most of them were young, but
Military ranks are very high, with the lowest being lieutenant colonel or even colonel.
There was even a brigadier general sitting at the head of the long table! And this young brigadier general with a handsome and feminine face looked less than thirty years old.
On the conference table, there are hundreds of candidate files spread out, with different marks on the covers, which are being passed around by these officers. Sometimes two people will fight over a file with red faces.
These officers are representatives of major special forces and are responsible for this recruitment. These candidates' files are specially selected according to established standards. Candidates whose files do not appear here have actually lost the qualification to enter the special forces.
The seemingly chaotic conference room actually has a vague order. All files are read by people sitting at both ends of the long table before they are passed to other people in turn.
Sitting at one end was the young brigadier general, and at the other was a burly soldier with an angular face who looked about thirty-five.
At this moment, there are files placed at both ends of the long table, each of which has been stamped with a special mark. One is a headless angel with broken wings, and the other is a lifelike red scorpion.
The young brigadier held another document in his hand, which was Qianye's file. After reading it for a while, he threw it on the table and said disdainfully: "I'm almost seventeen, and I still have to work hard to bear it.
Twenty Force Tides. We Broken Wing Angels have no interest in this barely passing product!"
Upon hearing this, the other officers' eyes suddenly lit up, and more than ten eyes were fixed on Qianye's file. That was twenty tides of the force! Anyone whom the Broken Wings Angel looked down on could be put to them.
Can be used as a trump card.
As soon as this file fell on the table, several big hands reached out impatiently. It was about to start another fight for Qianye's ownership.
However, at this moment, an inconspicuous but extremely deep force suddenly enveloped Qianye's files. The middle-aged soldier sitting on the other side of the long table stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and Qianye's files fell on the long table by themselves.
Sliding, it came to him.
With a snap, the middle-aged soldier's big hand pressed on Qianye's file: "We Red Scorpion want this person!"
There was a sudden sigh in the conference room.
The young brigadier general sneered and said, "I didn't expect that the famous Red Scorpion would even want such rubbish! No wonder the Red Scorpion could only be ranked third in three consecutive military competitions."
The middle-aged soldier was not angry, but said calmly: "We at Red Scorpion want soldiers who can kill enemies for the empire, not masters with empty data."
The brigadier general immediately stood up and said angrily: "What do you mean?"
The middle-aged soldier said leisurely: "What I mean is very clear on the Imperial Military Merit List."
In the empire's military merit list, the Red Scorpion Legion firmly suppressed the broken-winged angels, ranking second in three consecutive competitions. Of course, behind the shining military achievements, there were piles of bones of the Red Scorpion warriors.
The brigadier general was extremely angry, his face turned pale, and then he snorted heavily, grabbed the marked file on the table, raised it vigorously, and said word by word: "Did you see it, Wei Qiyang! He comes from a noble family with a long heritage.
The secret combat skills are mysterious and profound. These are the real strong men in the future! They are no better than the garbage in your hands!"
The middle-aged soldier laughed and said, "Why did I hear that he seemed to be defeated by garbage in the fighting arena?"
The brigadier general snorted disdainfully and said, "That's just because Wei Qiyang has no combat experience. And all the potential of your trash has been discovered in the Huangquan training camp. What room for improvement can there be in the future? Huh, a person picked from the trash heap.
Just the little bastards who came back. Even if you Red Scorpions want to hug Lin Xitang’s lap, there’s no need to spend this much money!”
The middle-aged soldier looked solemn and said coldly: "You'd better respect Commander Lin!"
"We're not afraid of him!" The brigadier general said rudely, then knocked on the conference table and said, "How about we let them have a fight in a year? Let's see if that little trash can beat us, the angel with broken wings.
The people in it!”
The middle-aged soldier agreed without hesitation: "Okay! What are you betting on?"
The brigadier general leaned forward, showed a fake and exaggerated smile, and said: "A level six force gun! How about it?"
When they heard about the Level 6 Force Gun, all the officers immediately took a breath! The Level 6 Force Gun is a weapon that only the deputy commander of the special forces corps is qualified to equip!
The middle-aged soldier took a deep breath, nodded slowly, and said, "Okay, I'll bet!"
"I'm waiting for your gun!" The brigadier general laughed loudly and strode out of the conference room. His voice could still be heard outside the door: "This assessment is full of garbage!"
When Qianye woke up from his deep sleep, it was already noon the next day.
A beautiful female military doctor with a face as hard as a stone on the tundra walked into the repair room, threw his clothes over, and hit Qianye on the head with a waterfall of words.
"Hurry up and put on your clothes, and then disappear from here in three minutes! There are many people waiting in line outside! Why don't you wear pants? How long are you going to keep that thing dangling in front of me? Do you think it's enough?
Is it big? If it doesn’t disappear from my eyes within thirty seconds, I will cut it off and soak it in antiseptic fluid to use it as a decoration on my desk!!”
Although he had seen many ups and downs in the Huangquan training camp, Qianye was still completely defeated in front of this human beast. He put on his clothes as fast as he could in his life and ran away.
When Qianye escaped from the hospital, he suddenly had a strange idea: why not ask for the contact information of that beautiful evil creature in the world?
Qianye himself was shocked as soon as this idea came up. He wondered if he had stayed in the training camp for too long and left suddenly, and as a result, his spirit was a little abnormal.
When Qianye walked out of the inner camp, he immediately saw Shi Yan waiting for him.
As soon as he saw Qianye, the man who was usually as silent as a stone opened his mouth and laughed. Then he slapped Qianye hard on the shoulder and said, "Well done, boy!"
Qianye was immediately confused.
Shi Yan slapped himself on the head and said, "Look, I'm a little confused! You were admitted to Red Scorpion!"
"Red Scorpion?" Qianye didn't react for a moment. He carefully thought about the names of the special forces recruited this time. It seemed that there was no one named Red Scorpion among the legions in the middle and lower reaches, and there seemed to be none in the upstream legions.
Qianye's heart suddenly beat violently several times, and he stuttered with excitement: "You mean that red scorpion?"
"That's the Red Scorpion, the Red Scorpion Legion that has always been among the top five in the empire!"
Qianye held his breath, and the huge joy had completely overwhelmed him! He never thought that he could enter the two top elite legions of Broken Wing Angels or Red Scorpions. After all, his performance in the force test was not that good.
Twenty rounds of force tides are just the passing standard.
"In three days, you have to report to the Red Scorpion Legion's station. Time is a bit tight, but you still have one night's preparation time. Come on, I'll take you for a drink!"
Shi Yan was also so excited that he was different from usual. He pulled Qianye and rushed out of the camp. As soon as the two took a few steps, Wei Potian appeared out of nowhere and blocked Qianye's way.
Qianye looked Wei Potian up and down with a strange expression, and suddenly asked: "Do you like being beaten?"
Wei Potian was standing in a chic posture with his arms folded. When he heard this, his expression suddenly became extremely exciting, and he had the urge to vomit blood. However, Qianye's expression was extremely serious, and it did not seem like he was teasing or teasing him.
Although the contact time was short, Wei Potian had probably figured out the other party's temper. It was obvious that Qianye was really suspicious and was very outspoken.
This is the most crazy part!
"Lin Qianye! I have been selected by the Broken Wing Angel. In this test, I am the only one who has joined the Broken Wing Angel!" Wei Potian said proudly.
Qianye smiled and said, "How about that? Do you want to fight again? I think you just like to be beaten."
Wei Potian's face turned green and red, and he said angrily: "If you have the guts, change your game! Come on, come on, come on, real men are also heroes in wine. Tonight, the two of us will try our best to drink. How about it? Do you dare?"
"What do you have to lose?" Qianye disagreed.
Wei Potian shouted in an octave higher tone: "If I lose, I will take off my belt immediately!!"
As soon as these words came out, the surroundings suddenly fell silent! The movements of the people coming and going seemed to slow down a beat, and everyone focused their strange eyes on Wei Potian.
There were also several men who were obviously interested in Wei Potian, who was tall and masculine, and their eyes began to become lustful. Several young men with fair skin even gave Wei Potian a wink.
Qianye was speechless for a moment. Thanks to Wei Potian's gift, he also became the center of attention.
The corner of Shi Yan's mouth twitched a little. His expression may have changed more today than in the past year. His eyes fell on the emblem on Wei Potian's belt buckle, and he immediately recognized it as the direct line emblem of the Wei family in the Far East. At the same time, he also discovered that Qianye
There is something extra around his neck, hanging from the Eagle Head necklace.
After contacting Wei Potian about the drinking and gambling agreement he proposed before, Shi Yan somewhat understood the ins and outs.
The Wei family is an aristocratic family with a long history. The Far East is its birthplace. It has also been intermarried with the Wang family of Langya for generations, and its influence has penetrated into the two provinces. The Wei family is usually not far or near Lin Xitang, and they have no friendship or enmity. Like this
Even if the wealthy family cannot win over each other, at least they should not make enemies.
"Get out of here first!" Shi Yan made a decisive decision and dragged Qianye, quickly leaving the strange atmosphere.
At nightfall, Shi Yan took Qianye to a bar in the city. Not long after he sat down, Wei Potian suddenly arrived uninvited.
He quickly sat down opposite Qianye, slammed the table hard, and shouted: "Lin Qianye! Do you think I can't find you if you hide here? I am a member of the Wei family in Xiangyang City.