After killing the omnic, he can draw cards to obtain the cards of the mechanical race. Not to mention, there are a lot of scattered small machines, and it is not difficult to draw, although the quality is generally ordinary whiteboard.

The fighting power of these small machines is mediocre, but their structure is crucial. Little Alice and he are able to complete the simulation of omnics and even restore the behavioral logic of some high-level omnics by studying the structure of these small machines.

It may be due to their own specialization. Although the level of mechanical technology in the biochemical world is not that high, Little Alice's intelligence is indeed one-on-one, and even the learning ability is not like an AI.

As Luo Huai said, she is an intelligent creature.

Perhaps it is the powerful biological technology of Umbrella Corporation that gave her a more complete soul.

All in all, the main force of this study is little Alice.

Destiny also borrowed some experimental products to help him.

"Speaking of which, there seems to be something going on in the theater today. The commander seems to be preparing to do something. It's quite sudden. Do you have a clue?"

"I don't have a clue. He just talked to me about the exercise yesterday, and I... just made some comments by the way."

"Opinion?" Feng Shu knew it must be this guy as soon as 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 as if he had been injected with blood? , people almost thought there was going to be a fight."

There is a little bit of the above, almost because the previous applications for exercises were repeatedly rejected, which caused the relationship between the two to be a little delicate.

"Then it's none of my business. I just mentioned this matter a little bit. I'm not a dog-headed military advisor at all."

"I'm curious what exactly you mentioned."

"Let the omnic fight the evil believer." Luo Huai summed up yesterday's content simply and clearly.

"Wonderful...but haven't these two started working in the wild?"

"That kind of small fight is nothing, what we want is to let them have a full-scale conflict, and we will sit on the sidelines and reap the benefits."

"It's really easy to say, if only it goes so smoothly." Some people must have thought about this kind of idea, but they just thought about it. Many useful ideas are like this.

The two chattered for a while before turning their attention back to the screen.

A new situation emerged in the exercise.

Facing the unusually rapid omnic offensive at the beginning, the confidence of the soldiers who had participated in an exercise before was shattered.

Especially those who performed poorly before, they thought they could get their shame out this time, but the high-intensity guerrilla warfare and firepower confrontation turned them into bewildered newbies again.

The sneaky infiltration experience before suddenly became a decoration, but it was the result of the usual physical training.

This made the eleven people who had just joined feel great pressure.

And that **** sense of substitution, already entering the exercise area, the outside world seems to be isolated, the faint fog, the vaguely seen wilderness, as if they are really going to the city of omnics to complete the task Same.

The only good news is that the weather is not as dark and rainy as before.

But even so, after crossing the first blockade, the three teams counted and found that there were several fewer people.

The instructors leading them were all seriously injured.

And the rare opportunity for revision should have been used to plan the next step, but now there are other situations.

The guilt of dragging down his teammates, as well as doubts about his own strength... Many contradictions and resentments seem to have fermented in a narrow space.

Until the muttering of one of them ignited the fuse, and the contradictory powder keg was also ignited.

The brawl...was where it shouldn't have been.

Perhaps it was the sudden blow to their confidence, which made even some relatively calm people look a little ugly.

The seriously injured instructor leaned to the side, watching the problems exposed by this group of young people, waiting for them to vent for a while.

It was only at the back that they were about to fight, so they had to stop it.

The instructor who was lifted up held the bandaged abdomen and walked to the middle of everyone step by step.

The necks of the two who quarreled the most were already red. At first they just complained about being dragged down. The newcomer also knew that he had stretched his hips, so he didn't say anything, but it might be that there were too many mutterings, which caused the newcomer to lose weight. I feel a little guilty, and I feel uncomfortable. In the end, I don't know who whispered something in his mouth, "Isn't it just a practice, and I'm in the play, and I didn't really die..."

This is probably what it means, and it is conceivable that this sentence is obviously inappropriate.

But there has already been a quarrel, no one is willing and has no chance to explain their thoughts, and the words on both sides are becoming more and more offensive.

"Okay, do you understand now?" the instructor asked after separating the people on both sides, looking at his soldiers.

"Squad leader, this kid said that our drill is just playing tricks!"

"Yes." But the instructor nodded and said in agreement, "Isn't this just playing tricks? It's just..."

After a pause, he turned his head to look at the newcomer on the other side, "It's just that this play will hurt and bleed."

"..."

"..."

The people on both sides fell silent for a while.

Seeing that the group of boys calmed down a little, the instructor continued: "If you think who is dragging someone down, then think about it, how to make this oil bottle no longer a oil bottle! Instead of One by one here is chattering like a group of monkeys, don't forget that you were also my oil bottle... Don't think that it seems to be a little bit past now, and you forget how you got here!"

To put it bluntly, in a word, if you have some skills now, if you dare to blame the inexperienced rookies, then don't blame him, the old squad leader, for arresting them and scolding them.

After all, with the instructors, they are all oil bottles, no matter which one is bigger and which one is smaller.

And for the newcomers, the instructors are not without words, after all, that one play is very impolite to all the ancestors who participated in this exercise.

"Instructor, I know I was wrong." The man obediently admitted his mistake. After all, he was not his squad leader, and he was afraid of his fierce eyes.

The instructor didn't say much, but just said indifferently: "On the battlefield, it's not always possible to be as decent as a dead man."

After speaking, he sat back in the corner alone.

They are in a basement.

Due to the need to develop many teaching facilities in the old campus, the land utilization rate is very high, so there are many basements. Almost every teaching building has a basement with various functions.

But being able to rest here without being disturbed is just the breathing time Luo Huai specially left for them.

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