I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

In November 3007, the empire-wide unified military skills competition will be held on time.

As an annual super-large military competition, for many outstanding soldiers, it is basically the last big test before joining the army.

This is not a short-term thing, but a progressive elimination competition.

If they can stand out in the competition and enter the star field level semi-finals, it will prove that the contestants have the ability to stand on the battlefield.

If you can break out of the limitations of the star field and enter the real imperial finals, no matter what your final ranking is, you can join the army immediately after the game, hold important positions, and be given important responsibilities.

Finally, if you can beat the crowd in the imperial finals, break out of the school-age restrictions, and enter the final step of cross-age and cross-level actual combat, then you can wait for Ruoru to have set foot on the battlefield in advance and start performing tasks remotely.

Therefore, the time for this integrated training is floating.

If you are eliminated quickly, you will be fine on the first day.

But if you can keep winning, then it is not impossible for it to last for a month or two, or even for several years.

It is rumored that the finals fifteen years ago have been played until now, but there are still two teams that have not decided the winner. They are still remotely controlling the bionic special operations units to develop with difficulty deep in the enemy camp, and each is struggling.

The original contestants have already passed through the Tiandong Star Gate one after another and reached the depths of the Yunding Star Territory.

Since the tasks of these two teams have not been completed, and they have successfully penetrated into the enemy's interior, they have become a "nail" for mankind to take root. As long as they lurk, they can always collect intelligence continuously, so these two teams simply went directly to the spot. Switch to a covert department and become a member of the third front.

The first front is the front line of fighting between the two sides, including the Genting Theater and the Sagittarius Spiral Arm Front where sporadic fighting still breaks out. The main task of the first front is very clear, which is armed struggle.

The second front is within the empire, consisting of countless human-inhabited galaxies and star-studded space stations in the depths, as well as a larger number of small and medium-sized floating bases for scientific research, production, military training, and breeding. The main tasks of the second front are to be responsible for production, technological research and development, population breeding, military garrison and other tasks.

As for the third front, it was established in recent years. After humans created the multiverse and came into contact with pseudo-human beings, and after years of technological innovation, they gradually mastered the ability to disguise themselves as compound-eyed slaves. At the same time, the components of the three-way army of the Compound Eyes became more complex, with more species classifications, and more and more information was exposed during the long-term confrontation. In order to maintain productivity, the Compound Eyes had to mix more races. Living in the same subspace or a large base increases the complexity of the situation. Under the new external conditions, humans and rebellious slaves finally began to gradually sneak into the enemy's interior through means such as colonial clothing technology, bionic camouflage, and remote artificial intelligence, forming today's third front.

Zheng Feng and the Flying Tigers participated in the competition of the primary school group, and the whole class participated as a team.

According to the speculation of the class teacher Ding Hu, it is a blessing for the Flying Tiger Class to break out of the First Pioneer Academy and become the representative of Planet 7.

But once the Flying Tigers break into the galaxy-level competition circle, it will definitely become difficult, let alone the Genting Star Territory, which contains the elite of today's human elites, it will definitely make it difficult for him to move forward and make him miserable.

Ding Hu thought that Zheng Feng's team could survive in the competition for about seven or eight days. By then, he would have just completed the new teaching materials, and then he would be able to reason with him and tell him that there are still humans in the Genting Star Territory. Top ten top-level war zones. They are the origin theater in the center of the solar system, eight theaters divided into eight quadrants, and a vertical tenth theater that extends from the front line to the Genting Star Region. Only by fighting your way out of the tenth war zone can you have the opportunity to truly reach the top of mankind and compete fiercely with the best of all peers on the highest stage. After winning the competition with peers, you will have the opportunity to compete with masters of all ages and participate in remote missions that go deep into the third front.

"Oh? I almost forgot that you have lost. But you don't have to be discouraged. After all, you are only eleven years old now. You are still young. Oh, I also forgot that you are now participating in the junior class of the primary school group, so your Opponents are usually between three and five years old, well, the so-called 'peers'."

Brother Hu has even designed lines to "comfort" people.

Zheng Feng is destined to lose.

He himself was very strong, but it was undeniable that the classmates of the Flying Tigers team assigned by the college to match his poor progress in cultural classes were swapped in strength, and the situation was reversed, becoming a hindrance.

In the past, Zheng Feng was in a situation where he was weak and his teammates were strong. The team's weak point at the beginning was himself, so when he broke out, he pushed the entire team's level up a lot.

Now the situation has changed. Zheng Feng himself has become the top one, but he has to carry twenty-nine others. Then no matter how much he explodes, it won't help.

Since the competition was approaching, the cultural classes were stopped the next day. Zheng Feng and his twenty-nine younger brothers appeared in the special training venue at the top of the academy tower.

As for Ding Hu, he just stood on the teacher's office building and watched from a distance.

From now on, he, the class teacher, will not interfere with any progress of the Flying Tigers.

Twenty-nine children stood side by side obediently, while Zheng Feng was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

Although he has not spent much time with these children, as the eldest person and the captain of the Flying Tigers, Zheng Feng needs to get to know the team members better, understand each person's strengths and personalities, and design various combat plans in advance. , so that your team can be combined organically, instead of thirty ragtag groups gathered together like stragglers.

The average age of the children is only 3.5 years old, but due to their precocious maturity, they are all wearing military uniforms and standing proudly with their hands behind their backs, which is quite majestic.

Zheng Feng quickly scanned everyone's description of their situation, and then began to call names.

"Qin Wu, Li Qingqing, Edgar Julian, Morrison Scott, Matta Nicklaus, Jane Roland, Lev Tchaikovsky, the seven of you, come out!"

After the names were called, seven boys and girls stepped forward one after another.

"The seven of you are the first group. In the next game, you will complete the tough tasks with me. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

Zheng Feng then called the names again and began to divide the remaining 22 people into four teams, two teams of six people and two teams of five people.

These four teams are responsible for intelligence, material production management, and preparation duties.

After such a simple deployment by him, the all-round combat team composed of thirty people became somewhat flavorful.

Ding Hu, who was watching secretly, was not surprised by this.

In previous simulated special trainings, Zheng Feng had temporarily formed a combat team more than once to hunt long worms.

This is just a basic operation for him now, no need to make a fuss.

"Okay! According to the rules of the competition, in the early stage of simulated special operations, we can choose the next-generation armor. These are the models I have selected for you. Take a look for yourselves and put forward your opinions if you have any."

The next moment, what Zheng Feng did surprised Ding Hu.

Today's mass-produced main battle armor of mankind is Xuanyuan Armor. Whether it is manned armor or intelligent weapons, they all belong to the category of Xuanyuan Armor.

However, there are tens of thousands of variants of Xuanyuan Armor produced in different galaxies, using different materials, and meeting different design concepts to meet various needs.

At the same time, in order to ensure the absolute fairness of the competition, the armor and armament integration performance that all participating teams can use has an upper limit that cannot be exceeded.

Therefore, how to choose equipment and how to allocate it more reasonably is a matter that tests your skills.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Feng's move was perfectly configured, as if it were the work of a veteran general who had experienced battles in the field.

Ding Hu always felt something was strange.

This brat shouldn't have such a reserve of knowledge and tactical thinking, right?

Wait, could it be that...

Seeing Zheng Feng's triumphant smile in the distance, Ding Hu suddenly understood.

This guy must have asked for help from the "audience outside the venue" in advance!

who is it?

His father Zheng Yifeng?

It shouldn't be, everyone said that Zheng Yifeng was an upright man, and it was impossible for him to do something like cheating.

Oh, by the way, it must be Tang Tianxin!

That's the lieutenant general!

hateful!