Number9 of the Knockout

Six years of the cosmic calendar, the sixth year of the unification of the Galactic Cosmic Federation.

The Spartan Plan training camp, a big cold house, a row of neatly arranged beds, and the bedding is folded like a standard model.

The soldier sitting at the corner of the bed, wearing the same color clothes, sat motionless as if in a state of concentration on the same position on the bed where the difference could hardly be measured with a ruler.

Since they entered the battle, they have experienced hundreds of battles, big and small. Even though they have powerful abilities beyond normal people, they are still flesh and blood, and they will still be seriously injured or die in the war.Moreover, there were no alternates for the soldiers in the Spartan plan, so today, 22 years later, there are less than 20 of the [-] Spartan soldiers who went to the battlefield that year.

They have not received any awards or medals from the alliance, only the scars on their faces and bodies have witnessed their immortal feats, and there will be no records of them in the citizen files of the alliance, only the laser tattoos on their arms are famous Names equivalent to code names and the deep traces left by the years on their faces.

But even so, the well-trained hunchbacks make them look like there is no trace of aging.

Before any missions come down, they will be like this, standing still like a mecha tank on the tarmac.

Since human beings' research on genes did not advance to the point of selecting and editing gene chains at the beginning of the Spartan Project, there were uncontrollable factors in the selection of soldiers. Among the soldiers were Celtic, Inuit People, Negroes, and so on.

The door of the barracks was opened, and the outside light came in instantly, but none of the soldiers sitting here even moved their eyeballs. Curiosity is never what a soldier needs.

The old instructor in charge of this training program came in—Instructor Felimus, but today he was not as arrogant as usual, because the person following him was a colonel of the Union Army whose rank was much higher than his.

"gather!"

With an order, the fifteen soldiers immediately stood up and stood in a row for inspection like a machine that pressed the start button at the same time.

"Is this the soldier Commander Weeden praised?" The Confederate colonel glanced at the group of experienced soldiers with contempt.

Instructor Felimus was obviously very proud of the soldiers he trained: "Yes, they are the most competent soldiers."

"It's a pity, it's a pity. Instructor Felimus, if you have seen the latest mechanical soldiers developed by our R&D department, then your thoughts will be completely changed. The Spartan soldiers advertised absolute obedience, merciless, and no fear of death, Mechanical soldiers can do it. And the money to build one Spartan soldier is enough to produce ten mechanical soldiers on the assembly line, let alone take more than ten years.”

Felimus is not unheard of. In space operations, whether it is mining or energy development, machines with strong durability, high toughness, and space radiation resistance have gradually replaced humans in various fields, but they are used in wars. , but still in the trial phase.

Because compared with human soldiers, the cost of mechanical soldiers is too high, and the military executives even questioned the design of the mechanical soldier R&D department.

So he knew very well that the colonel of the R&D department would come here this time, under the guise of collecting combat data from human soldiers to enrich the combat mode of mechanical soldiers, but in fact he was here to challenge.

Yes, there is no faster way to prove the excellence of mechanical soldiers than to completely defeat those Spartan soldiers who have been appreciated by the commander of the Union Army.

As a veteran, he obviously disagrees: "Colonel Rafael, although mechanical soldiers may indeed be superior to humans in terms of physical fitness or strength, many variables on the battlefield cannot be set by programs at all. I believe my soldiers are still Irreplaceable, they have experienced many battles, and they are obviously superior in terms of combat experience, judgment and mobility."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Colonel Rafael smiled contemptuously, and glanced at the soldiers standing there like javelins: "Since you insist, how about we have a competition?"

On the training ground of the training camp, fifteen soldiers stood straight in a row, staring straight ahead.

"Crack, crack, crack..." A mechanical soldier with a metallic luster came down from the transport vehicle. The highly anthropomorphic appearance made them look very similar to humans in every part.

Colonel Raphael knocked on the shell made of molecularly rearranged crystalline iron covered with titanium and other metals, and pointed to the position of the chest: "The mechanical soldier is equipped with solar energy and beta particle dual power generation batteries, it will not be tired. Needing rest without having to eat to replenish energy, no human being can match a machine in terms of stamina."

Felimus frowned, although he didn't want to admit it, it was indeed true.

"Of course, if it's long-distance running, weightlifting, etc., I think even industrial robots can win, right?"

Colonel Rafael sneered: "So you mean, what we are comparing is fighting?"

Felimus nodded triumphantly: "No. [-], get out!"

Upon hearing the order, a burly man stepped out.

No. [-] is tall, with pale skin, tall nasal bones, light blue pupils, light yellow and almost white, obviously of Aryan descent.Time has carved deep marks on the corners of his mouth and eyes, and there are many fine ejection scars on his face and neck, and there is a scar across the cheekbones that is even very abrupt, although the electronic laser plastic surgery technology has made The entire face of the person was replaced, but the doctors in the training camp were obviously not in charge of this treatment service.

"You mean to let Number Nine fight my mechanical soldiers? Oh, no, no, no."

Probably because the beautiful metal casing is afraid of being scratched?Felimus slandered triumphantly.

However, what Raphael said later made him stunned.

"It's not fair."

"unfair?"

"Yes." He glanced arrogantly at the human soldier who was getting old in countless battles, "Even if you win one-on-one, it can't show the excellence of the mechanical soldier. Let me look at one-on-five, which is more fair. .”

The corner of Felimus's mouth twitched. The arrogance of the other party made him feel that he was seriously insulted. He roared angrily and gave the order loudly: "No. 15, No. 36, No. [-], No. [-]! Come out! !"

The called Spartan soldiers stepped forward and stepped out.

They understood the instructor's intentions and tacitly surrounded the mechanical soldiers in the center.

"beat it!"

When the instructor gave an order, five soldiers launched an attack at the same time. Their fists were so powerful that they could smash through the mud brick wall. However, facing the extremely strong high-defense metal shell that had been strengthened by the magnetic field, there was even a tiny dent. Soldiers tried to attack the relatively fragile joints, but the steel fibers could not be twisted by manpower. Unless they had a laser beam focused cutting machine in their hands, it would be futile to try to break the steel bars with human strength.

After they used all their attack skills for a round of onslaught, Colonel Rafael easily issued an order: "Counterattack."

The mechanical soldier was in the direct voice control mode and responded instantly.

The fist of steel hit straight, and the speed of the punch was so fast that the opponent could not react with dodge. NO.15, who was standing in front of him, was immediately hit in the chest and flew out completely. When he landed, he never stood up again. His heart was completely shattered under one blow.

The mechanical soldier launched an attack according to the instructions. His attack skills were calculated by sophisticated programs, and he chose the fastest and most effective mode to attack the enemy. His arms swept across, and the heads of No. 36 and No. [-] were immediately hit hard, and their cervical vertebrae were broken. The neck was twisted into an abnormal angle, and he was shot dead instantly.

The remaining No. [-] and No. [-] no longer attack blindly. The opponent's attack power is strong enough for them to understand the disparity in strength, but they never know how to back down, let alone surrender.

It is a soldier's duty to fight to the death.

No. [-] escaped the mechanical soldier's elbow and jumped to the shoulder position with his strength. His strong arm wrapped around the mechanical soldier's throat, and the other hand went forward to gouge its eyes.

The mechanical soldier seems to have no idea about this kind of attack, but its eyes are not like the fragile vitreous eyeballs of humans. The high-density spar is so hard that a hammer can't break it, even if it is dug out by No. [-] with bare hands. The eyeball of the sensor data line, it will not reduce its attack power due to the pain of injury like humans.

It grabbed number five's neck with its hand, and with a "crack", it broke his neck as easily as breaking apart a nutrition bar.Then it threw away the corpse, grabbed Number Nine's feet with one hand, and pulled hard, trying to pull him off his back.But No. [-] fixed itself on its neck with its tenacious arm strength, and under the forceful pull of both sides, the grasped left leg made the sound of bones being snapped incomparably crisply.

However, No. [-] didn't seem to feel any pain, but his arm strength was still inferior to that of the mechanical soldiers, and his hooped arm slipped on the smooth metal shell. It was this mistake that caused his whole body to be dragged down severely. When he hit the ground, the mechanical soldier grabbed his deformed leg, threw No. [-] up and slammed him down on the hard floor like a fish tail to kill a fish.

Number Nine couldn't move anymore, and the pupils of the opened eyes began to dilate.

Looking at the five cold corpses on the ground, Felimus, who is an instructor, turned blue for a while.

He didn't expect that his soldiers were like vulnerable scarecrows in front of the mechanical soldiers, and they were all killed in less than a minute.

At this time, Colonel Raphael, who had won the victory, was trembling with anger. He stared fiercely at the corpse on the ground, because the dead No. [-] still had an eye tightly clenched in his hands.He originally thought that the mechanical soldier would end the battle without even a scratch, but he didn't expect that one eye would be damaged by a human soldier.

what does that mean?Yes, loopholes!

The mechanical soldiers he designed are not perfect, and this loophole is enough for those high-ranking military officers who love to find fault and those opponents who covet his high position to seize this point and launch a series of attacks and suppression on him.

The non-commissioned officer next to Instructor Felimus looked at the five soldiers who were consumed by non-war damage with some anxiety: "Instructor...how to deal with these corpses?" Although the chances of using these Spartan soldiers during the non-war period are no longer There are many, but after all, they are still soldiers that the Alliance has spent decades building.

Raphael ordered viciously: "Just throw it away as trash!"

Instructor Felimus choked on his voice. Although he wanted to refute, he himself could not deny that soldiers who couldn't fight were no different from garbage.

He nodded to the non-commissioned officer: "Take it as a training accident, and leave the body far away so as not to be discovered." The order was carried out, and the guards in charge of cleaning dragged the dead soldier's body out of the barracks.

Looking at No. [-] who was finally dragged away, Felimus couldn't help sighing regretfully: "Number [-] used to be our top soldier here."

Raphael looked at him with a stupid look: "Filimus, I think you haven't figured it out yet." Then with the contempt of a victor, he swept across the row of soldiers who were still standing still like stakes against their comrades. Human soldiers who are indifferent to life and death, "These human soldiers are already eliminated."

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"Boom, boom---"

The sound of the carrying spacecraft in motion can almost shock the eardrums, because it is just a cargo ship that transports garbage to a remote galaxy for dumping, so there is no need to consider sound insulation at all.

There was an unpleasant stench in the huge warehouse, and there were piles of tattered garbage everywhere, all of which were not even worth recycling.

The corpses of soldiers marked as dead in military records were discarded on some steel scraps. The blood had already solidified, and the corpses with broken necks and broken hearts gradually showed corpse spots. However, there was one "corpse" that was not there. Rigid.

The left foot of the "corpse" was twisted like a puppet with a broken leg, and it was swollen after a severe fracture, but this is not the case with corpses, that is to say, he is still alive.

Yes, the mechanical soldier's blow caused him to go into a brief shock, and the non-commissioned officer who was eager to discard the corpse did not check his pulse carefully, so he was inexplicably "consumed" like this.

Suddenly, Number Nine opened his eyes.

He sat up abruptly, his ribs hurt a lot, his own weight and the force of the beating caused him to break several ribs, he pressed a few times to make sure that the ribs did not pierce the internal organs.

The surrounding environment was quite unfamiliar to him. Rusty steel piles and warehouses of various waste products confused this soldier who had always only known to obey orders.

He turned around and saw the bodies of No. 15, No. 36, No. [-], and No. [-].

The calm eyes only judged the fact that these soldiers had died in battle, but they didn't feel sad or any other feeling.Any death on the battlefield is possible, including himself. As a qualified soldier, he must always be prepared to die on the battlefield, and he believes that all soldiers in the training camp are qualified.

But why is he here?

In the dying state of life and death, he vaguely heard the conversation between the colonel and the instructor Felimus.

'Just throw it away as trash. '

'Take it as a training accident and throw the corpse farther away. '

'These human soldiers are already eliminated. '

Rubbish?

Accident?

Elimination?

These words were quite unfamiliar to him.

Can't even understand why these words are used on him.

Before he had time to figure out the current situation, the huge red and yellow warning lights suddenly let out a piercing roar, and there was a violent vibration at the bottom of the warehouse.No. [-] felt that the pile of steel began to sink, and he immediately tried to climb to a safe position, but his broken left foot made him inflexible, and at this time, the trap door at the bottom of the warehouse where the garbage was stored was quickly opened.

No matter how persistent Number Nine is, he still cannot grasp the fixed object.

His and his companion's bodies were thrown down with the rubbish.

"Boom--" Ten hatches were opened at the bottom of the cargo ship, and nearly [-] tons of garbage tilted down from these exits.

Nine lay on the pile of corpses, looking up at the hatch that slowly closed its mouth like a monster, watching the huge cargo ship make a rumbling noise as it lifted off through the gray clouds and left the planet.

He was finally beginning to understand.

He, like No. 15, No. 36, No. [-], and No. [-], was eliminated like the junk here.

Nine didn't try to catch up with the only spaceship linking civilization and barrenness.

Although the air here was full of ash and sand, at least it allowed him to breathe.

He knows this kind of garbage planet.

There are many such planets on the edge of the Milky Way, and some of them have an atmosphere similar to that of the parent planet Earth. However, because the resources are too poor to meet the needs of immigration, and there are even no minerals that can be exploited, these planets can only be reduced to landfill.

No. [-] grabbed a pair of steel brackets next to him to prop up his upper body, silently observing the surrounding environment.

Being able to easily see outer space on the sky shows that the planet's ambient atmosphere is quite thin and cannot effectively block outer space radiation.There are two stars in the sky. Although the distance to this planet is still quite far from the naked eye, because both are massive main-sequence stars with extremely high surface temperature, the energy emitted is enough to completely wipe out the water on the surface of the planet close to it. Evaporation causes the ground to crack and no grass grows, resulting in an extremely harsh and unpredictable climate on the planet.On this kind of planet, even if it can breathe, but the harsh atmospheric environment, food, medicine, and even drinking water are extremely scarce, the possibility of human beings surviving alone is quite low.

But in this almost hopeless environment, Number Nine still noticed something unusual.

Road.

Yes, although it does not look like a path for people to walk in the ordinary sense, in the final analysis it is simply pushing the garbage to the narrow path cleared on both sides, but the garbage dumped by the spaceship is random and irregular, not May form an unnaturally formed path.That means, someone.

As if to confirm his speculation, a grayish-yellow shadow was coming around from the other side of the garbage mountain, appearing at the end of the road.

No, not one, four or five such figures appeared there soon.

No. [-] didn't make any cry for help, but slowly turned over and lay down back to the original place, watching the movement over there silently, and he didn't intend to expose it easily under the premise that he didn't know the enemy or friends.

After getting closer and closer, Number Nine could see clearly that it was a group of humans wearing thick windproof cloaks.

These few humans who appeared on the garbage planet turned over the garbage while walking, and beside them was a small electric trailer with some seemingly usable machinery piled up on it.But the road was soon cut off by the landfill of many large steel wastes that were recently dumped.

Those humans wearing cloaks had no way to move forward, so they left behind the trailers, each pulled a large backpack from the trailers and carried them on their backs, and began to climb with their bare hands.

Their movements are very proficient and dexterous. When they crawl, they find useful things and put them in their backpacks, and they spread out in a fan-shape in an organized manner, starting with the most effective and helpful distance. Search nearby.

This time, besides the scrap iron, the garbage dumped this time seems to contain a lot of mechanical items that have been eliminated by the increasingly advanced high-tech. Those human backpacks are filled to the brim, and the gray-yellow back cloak gradually grows like a turtle shell. The same huge backpack, making them look like turtles just moving on a mountain of garbage.

Although No. [-] remained silent, his location was within their search range.

"what?"

Soon, a person touched the garbage pile under No. [-] and saw that the rusty iron bracket was covered with blood. He touched it strangely, and then pulled off the thick mask covering his face with his other hand to smell it. After a while, the stench was not difficult to identify, "Blood?" looked up in shock, and found a stiff thigh lying not far from the top of his head.

"No way?!"

The man found a place to climb and climbed up, and saw a pile of dead soldiers: "This is a garbage dump, not a cemetery! Did those federal idiots make a mistake?" the voice said. Looking at the hoarseness and immaturity of the young people who are still in the period of changing their voices, they probably saw those corpses with crooked necks or twisted legs. They didn't even think about checking if there were still people alive, so they stood up and wanted to say hello. The other companions, but at this moment, his calf was suddenly caught and swept, causing him to lose his balance and fall, and at the moment of falling, a big hand covered his mouth.

The terrified eyes saw a shadow, and the hand that grabbed him was covered with blood, like an undead crawling out of a pile of corpses!The caught person struggled and kicked in a panic, but for No. [-], even if his leg was broken, it did not prevent him from subduing his opponent, and this opponent's attack was like a sweeping bird that was out of control due to a malfunction. mechanics.

Number [-] tore off his mask, revealing a child's face with a frightened expression and freckles on the bridge of the nose.

However, No. [-] did not hesitate because the other party was a child. They were taught in the Spartan training camp that if the enemy holds hostages, in order to kill the enemy, even if the hostages are civilians, they must use all means to take them with them. Shooting and killing, they are instilled with the belief that they will not hesitate to remove all obstacles in order to complete the task.Soldiers like No. [-], who have been affirmed by the instructors, have shot and killed countless civilians in the process of completing missions countless times.

But now he didn't intend to kill the other party, after all, this panicked child never showed any intention of attacking.

Although his movements were very fast, he was seriously injured after all, and he couldn't drag the hostages to the corner to hide. Therefore, when the child's companion was surprised by his sudden disappearance, he immediately discovered the abnormality here.

"Jamie! Jamie!!"

"Come on, Jamie's been caught!"

"Is it the Alliance Army? Damn it, what are the Alliance Army doing here?!"

The human beings who found the abnormality swarmed up, trying to subdue the alliance soldier who suddenly appeared in the garbage dump.

Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't take No. [-] three seconds to clean up these random punches and kicks.But his current condition is very bad. His left leg was severely fractured and he couldn't stand up. As a result, his combat level dropped sharply. Therefore, he had to shrink his body as much as possible, and use the garbage around him and the corpses of other soldiers to resist some kicking attacks. He looked for an opportunity to catch those who rushed forward and threw them away one by one.

Occasionally, the opponent's mask was torn off during the fight, and the faces exposed were quite young and green, and this group of teenagers seemed to be used to fighting, but the heavy and cumbersome anti-wind and sand radiation cloak hindered their movements. A group of people couldn't beat one person, and several of them were thrown out in one breath.

"Get out of the way!!"

There was a loud shout in the chaos, and the group of crazy teenagers were obedient either jumping up or rolling away like gourds, suddenly without their shadows, the light of the star shone on No. [-] in an instant , Without the protection of goggles, the eyes could not adapt to the sudden light, and the vision suddenly turned white.

In the dizzying white light, No. 200 couldn't see the appearance of a person, the only thing he saw was a silver cross that swayed in the light and reflected the sharp light.Suddenly the shoulder was hit, it didn't hurt very much, it felt like being stung, but the next moment, when his vision regained clarity, he saw the diffuse electric dart embedded in the shoulder muscle and the connection A transparent spring wire on it - a stun gun!This is a defensive weapon that has been obsolete for [-] years. The pistol launcher connected to the other end of the wire is held in the hands of a person also wearing a gray and yellow cloak.

The other party obviously didn't intend to play a hand-to-hand game with No. [-] at all. When he came up, he just hit him with a single shot, and then mercilessly pulled the electric shock to launch. A strong current flowed through No. [-]'s body in an instant. Even if the soldiers' nerves and muscles are paralyzed during the electric current attack, the attack power will not be affected, but the stun gun this man injured was obviously illegally modified, and the instantaneous burst of power from the high-capacity power supply can almost burn small animals!

Even number nine lost the ability to resist in an instant.

Seeing that No. [-]'s whole body was twitching uncontrollably, the group of teenagers who were almost defeated dared to slowly surround him.The person who knocked down No. [-] came over, condescendingly sized up the veteran who appeared here for some reason.

In Nine's gradually blackened field of vision, he could clearly see the silver cross that slipped from the man's neck, and the short orange-red hair that was revealed when the man pulled down the cloak.