This is definitely not rebirth

As the saying goes, there are people at the top who are easy to handle. Chrysanthemum's father is a military school teacher and a colonel. Chrysanthemum wants to walk sideways in the campus and no one stops him. A little doll visited the indoor training ground, and the journey was naturally unimpeded.

Even in the non-war era, raising soldiers for a thousand days only needs to be useful for a while. Although there is no need to go to war now, you still have to meet some provocations from alien systems, or occasionally receive invitations to "war games", let alone half-humans Among nobles and aliens, it is the absolute advantage of reproductive ability that can be obtained, so military academies still occupy an important position among half-humans.

The half-human government also advocates joining the army, providing special benefits to soldiers who join the army, and strengthening the army. Therefore, in addition to some children from aristocratic families, there are also many civilians studying in the military academy. The number of students enrolled in the military academy has always maintained the first place among other institutions.

What is going on in the military today, I don't really know and don't care too much about it. In his previous life, he was inseparable from the war. In this life, he wants to live a more ordinary life. The military is not his final goal.But based on past experience, if you want to be a soldier, you must participate in a series of training. Before N+ years, supplies were scarce, and their officers directly fucked people to death. After passing the physical fitness test, they were directly dragged to a certain high-gravity and living environment. Throw it away on the extremely bad planet, and come back a week later to pick up the people who are still alive. At that time, some people couldn't even find the dead body.

As for mechs, if there are no heretics, you must rely on your strength to obtain qualifications.

In his previous life, Lunch Box owned a mecha, with a good record, and had some people under his command. However, life and death on the battlefield, the faces of those subordinates changed one by one, and finally he replaced himself in it.

The so-called training ground is actually a simulated star battlefield. In the observation deck, you can see four mechas fighting in the virtual universe.

"Look over there." Chrysanthemum raised her finger and pointed in the direction of the console: "Do you know what it is? Brat."

Looking up at the lunch box, I saw a row of nearly ten metal spheres, four of which were in operation. The energy meter could be seen beating different values ​​on the surface. Through the values, the driver's various indexes could be known.

"It's a simulated mecha training chamber." This kind of thing used to exist, but it was much behind these, but the lunch box can still be guessed.

"Ah, it's not too ignorant." Chrysanthemum quietly reached out to touch the child's head, but her hand was pulled away by the brown curly hair again, and he rubbed the back of his hand sadly: "But this is different from the toys you children think Oh, this is a weapon used by the military to train fighters, so don't look at it as just virtual training. The simulation chamber will calculate the possible impact of actual combat on mech fighters, and give corresponding damage to the trainer, from shaking to fighting There will be no omission of trauma caused by some attacks that may endanger the cockpit. Although the safety mechanism will ensure that the people inside will not really die, the pain is equal, and it will simulate the feeling closest to death, which will affect the brain and spirit. Cause some damage, but guaranteed not to die."

"...these functions are not available in the virtual warehouses before" Lunchbox muttered, and then he also understood the meaning of these virtual warehouses. Now it is difficult to find a battlefield to train these quasi-soldiers. Negative?If it is unlucky to go to war suddenly, then a warrior who doesn't even understand pain and death is just a lamb sent to be slaughtered.

"Well, it's actually not a big deal. One or two people will die every year in the fighting class." Chrysanthemum rubbed her nose: "You also need strength to study in a military academy. You have to think about it, kid. I don't think you are very clear-headed. I'm afraid you won't be able to think clearly." .”

The lunch box's green eyes squinted at the chrysanthemum, and silently asked the other party's IQ with a deeply suspicious look.

Chrysanthemum's hair exploded all of a sudden, and she reached out to pick up the little panda's hood, but was startled by the child's flirtatious legs and jumped back to protect herself: "I'll wipe it, are you serious?"

"Bad guys who bully children." The lunch box picked its nose at Chrysanthemum and flicked it.

Chrysanthemum was speechless for a moment. In fact, he has no love for children. He usually chooses to ignore them when he doesn’t socialize with them. I don’t know why this little lunch box is so wrong. Do you look like a child? Seeing this disgusting action that the rogue uncle doesn’t bother to do, do you understand what a child is?”

The lunch box stared deeply at the chrysanthemum, and said with emotion: "My child, your IQ is not very good, but your intuition is pretty good."

"Gah?!" Chrysanthemum is real. Duck Tinglei didn't understand the meaning of the small lunch box, and then suddenly said, "You're kidding me, this is, brat!"

The lunch box didn't bother to talk to him anymore, because of his height, he had to climb on the railing to see the panorama of the virtual battle outside the observation deck, so he did so.

In front of him is a virtual cosmic environment, and four mechas are circling and fighting in the starry sky. The barriers are clear, and it is easy to distinguish the relationship between the two teams and the enemy.Two mechas form a team, the red team is a combination of long-range and melee, while the blue team is a melee plus a medium and long-range versatile mecha.

The piloting skills of the two mechas of the red team are good, and the one in close combat is better. The cooperation between the two is quite qualified, enough to fight soy sauce on the battlefield.

The blue team's melee combat is the best cannon fodder. Lunchbox thought to himself, if he rushed to the battlefield with this technology, it would definitely not be a dream to become scum in a second, and the mid-range and long-range versatile mecha technology to partner with it is not bad, but it is not enough. The level against the sky is estimated to be slightly better than the two mechas of the red team.

So this blue machine had to assist the scumbag teammates and deal with the enemy at the same time, and it was quite embarrassing. The red team was obviously not stupid.

"The pilot of the wild machine is Yan." The lunch box pointed to the blue mech in the field, with a firm tone.Just as it turned around gracefully, the laser ray brushed close to its body, leaving a scorched mark on the surface of the mecha. The blue mecha only had time to raise its gun to interfere with the next sneak attack, and immediately had to block the attack of the melee fighter for its companion with a short dagger. .

The teammate who was like a pig didn't know how to cooperate to fight back, so he just retreated and escaped, but accidentally got stuck on his teammate. Yan's mecha was immediately hit by the opponent's laser energy knife. Fortunately, he dodged in time, so only his left shoulder was cut off, but the exposed The circuit lights flashed, obviously even if the blow was not fatal, it would have some impact on the flexibility of the left arm.

"Hey, how do you know?! Could this be the telepathy between husband and wife?" Chrysanthemum exclaimed, and after being skillfully despised by the child, she rolled her eyes back: "Come on, can't it be a joke? But you How do you know? That’s right.” After saying that, Chrysanthemum looked at the lunch box suspiciously: “It seems that you are not an ordinary lunch box.”

The lunch box didn't even roll his eyes, he put his fat hands on his fleshy cheeks, and raised his chin pointedly: "Is there any need to guess? My fiance is naturally the best."

"Wipe, it made my goosebumps come off for nothing." Chrysanthemum scratched her arms and wrinkled her nose, her originally handsome face suddenly looked like a rotten bun that lacked water: "What do you think is cute about you, little brat? I I know that Yan likes small animals and things, but you are a little bastard who is not what you appear to be."

"Or because his intuition is stronger than yours?" Lunchbox replied ambiguously.

Chrysanthemum is full of confusion, and the lunch box understands in his heart that taking trouble for a strange child like Yan is not all because of kindness, it may be a kind of intuition, intuition that he will make trouble and it will be more troublesome, but this intuition is also looking for There is no factual basis to prove it, so the young man who looks serious but is actually only 17 years old directly attributed all the reasons to... because he is cute.

"Sometimes I really don't understand you, is it because you have half alien blood?" Chrysanthemum scratched her forehead, put her hands on the railing like a lunch box, and supported her face to watch the virtual battle.

No one spoke anymore, because the simulated battlefield is the universe, and the environment of the universe almost absorbs all the sounds of the fierce battle of the mechas. The battle is silent but fierce, no different from the real fierce battle that governs life.

Staring at the entangled four mechas, the last battle in history can't help appearing in the lunch box's mind. The life that no mecha is strong enough to protect, the young soldiers who went on and on fell one by one. The battlefield is full of despair and endless death. Then he heard a mournful cry from the silent depths of the universe, and then everything ended.

Memory is real, but right now it's just a game.

The red team became more and more courageous, while the blue team was on the contrary. Seeing that the melee mech of the blue team was finally removed by the laser knife, it lost its balance and spun around like a spinning top. The flames turned into a pile of garbage in the universe.Before the explosion of the virtual cabin, the connection was terminated because it was judged that the driver was ineligible to fight. When the lid was opened, the driver inside climbed out, vomited everything in his stomach, and choked up a mouthful of blood. Scolding mother, the medical team immediately stepped forward to deal with him. Judging by his appearance, a concussion is inevitable.

"I really can't see it anymore, that kind of good-for-nothing scumbag, he really should die." Chrysanthemum said in a strange way: "If it wasn't for someone who made Yan's score drop too much, Yan wouldn't have to be with this kind of trash. Team."

The lunch box pretended not to understand, and continued to look at the COSCO all-purpose mecha that lost his teammates and let go to fight. He guessed that Yan chose this mecha considering the ability of his companions, although it can be attacked from far away. It can be defended and is very agile, but its relative attack power is also weak.This mecha needs the cooperation of good partners, and it is mainly used for sneak attacks and interference with enemy aircraft.

While avoiding the light cannon interference from the red team's long-range aircraft, the mecha driven by Yan was fighting with the chasing melee aircraft. The sparks from the thrusters pierced the starry sky, like two entangled comets.Every time Yan was caught in danger with a laser bomb, he also knew how to properly use the enemy plane as a shield, with good brains and skills.

Yan is a good pilot, but not a god-level pilot. In a two-on-one situation, he was attacked by concentrated firepower and his body was severely damaged. However, he tried his best to avoid the vital points and persisted in fighting, which made the enemy team unable to attack for a while.

The lunch box kept an eye on the battlefield, and his green eyes were shining with appreciation. If he could meet Yan N+ years ago, he would definitely be willing to recruit this soldier. He is a good soldier, both in terms of combat ability and willpower.If this is a real battlefield, Yan's performance is enough to win many opportunities for his companions, and it will be even better to train them well.

Finally, the red team's melee light blade slashed at the head of the blue machine, and the blue machine immediately parried with the light dagger. When the two sides were stuck, they remotely opened the optical shield to hide their figure. This kind of light shield is very energy-consuming, and it is generally not easy to open. Opening it means preparing for a decisive victory.When the long-range machine reappeared, it was already close. It gave up the long-range shooting and went forward to sneak attack. Even if Yan noticed the enemy plane, it was too late, and the opponent rubbed his body with a spear.

The entangled Yan didn't admit defeat, he immediately attacked with the light cannon in his left hand, but because the left shoulder was severely damaged, he couldn't aim at all, and the enemy Chang Yu pierced the chest of the mecha, which was also where the cockpit was located.

"That bitch!" Chrysanthemum left her little friend and ran to the simulation warehouse.

At the moment of piercing, the simulated warehouse door opened, and Yan lay inside with his eyes closed, his black hair was soaked in sweat, his face was pale, and the blood on the corners of his lips was as bright as red flowers blooming in the snow, delicate and glaring.

The lunch box ran over with Chrysanthemum's footsteps, and saw this scene—the injury closest to death.

He thought of the moment when he died, his whole body was torn and torn, and he seemed to hear the wailing from every cell in his ears. The powerful energy that his body could not bear suddenly blasted him into dust. Although the pain was only a moment, the pain of death Branding is eternal.

The medical team lifted the unconscious Yan out, and the close-fitting combat uniform carefully outlined his slender and fit lines. His brows seemed to only open when he was in a coma, and his frail appearance was very frightening.As the chief medical officer, Chrysanthemum took the initiative to help, connecting various instruments for the inkstone, injecting various medicinal liquids, and was very busy.

The victory and defeat have been decided, and the two pilots of the red team have also come out. They are two good-looking people, but with their lofty attitude and unreserved sense of superiority, they seem to be some extraordinary characters.

The driver of Yuan Zhan has black hair and black eyes, such a pure tone is rare nowadays, his face is not particularly good-looking, but his attitude is very straightforward, he stares at Yan with his white eyes hanging down, utters a low hum, turns around and walks away. Leaving, that expression was extremely disdainful.

And that melee pilot has brilliant blond hair, silver eyes, and his face is a bit more outstanding than Yan. Looking at Yan who was being treated from a distance, he turned and left until the situation stabilized, and remained silent during this period.

The lunch box was seated on the floor next to the blond man, and he felt the blond man beside him looking at him. He remained calm and just sat there watching the medical team being busy.After confirming that Yan was fine, the blond man left, and the lunch box approached the only person he knew: "How is he?"

"I'll wake up tomorrow." Chrysanthemum plucked her slightly sweaty hair and ran on the child full of resentment: "What are you worried about? Even if he dies, you will still be recognized by the half-human government because of the engagement ring. As for losing his current life. Oh, I was wrong. In fact, you are confirming whether he could not be saved. If you want him to really die, then you will be disappointed. The simulation cabin has never made a mistake in simulating death, and you will definitely be able to save him. , not to mention I'm still here."

Such an obvious provocation, but the lunch box didn't take it seriously. He stretched out his small hand to touch the transparent light wall outside the nutrition warehouse. The inkstone soaked inside was still closed, but it looked much better than before. Those black hairs were soaked in the nutrition solution. Spread out and look extra soft...like the man's nature.

"What's the relationship between those two guys and Yan?"

"Yeah? Those two? One is a mortal enemy, what should the other say? A suitor? Well, it's more complicated anyway. Hey, don't provoke them. They are all people with surnames and powerful backgrounds. It’s not something us assholes can shake.”

The lunch box pouted and said aggrievedly, "I won't touch them now."

"Little brother, I think your words are ambiguous...why, do you know that you feel sorry for your fiancé?"

"Well, it's quite heartbreaking." Lunchbox said, his former brothers, which one was bullied, he wouldn't feel heartache?Don't bully and come back?How could the members of his Fan family be bullied for nothing? !So he smiled innocently: "Brother Chrysanthemum, you seem to know them very well, anyway, Brother Yan will sleep for a long time, why don't you just tell me about them, um, just treat it as a bedtime story."

Chrysanthemum felt a chill in her heart, she actually had a premonition that this little lunch box in front of her could really threaten those two big men, but this kind of thinking was too absurd and impossible, haha.