A silver badge was added to his chest with half of his wings spreading his wings. This is a proof of his identity as a squad leader. At the same time, Wang Yao's military rank was also promoted to Private.

After a firm position, there was a continuous boring training. It was not until the three-month live-fire exercise came.

After three months, Wang Yao's strength increased almost stopped. The intensity of the training had little effect on him, and the closely monitored military camp also made it impossible for him to act privately. These three months can be said to have given Wang Yao and Song Xiang a big vacation, fully adjusting their mental and physical fitness.

It can also be said to be the struggle before death.

One night before the live-fire exercise, Wang Yao borrowed a notebook from Instructor Sim and contacted Song Xiang.

Although it is the 22nd century, except for more buildings, taller buildings, space warships, and body restoration facilities, there is no remarkable and effective expression here. It is the place where the future world is.

This is reflected in the notebook. However, considering that the original author wrote this book in 1959, it is completely understandable.

"I have asked the Rico family to move to Europe and stare at their movements. Unless the butterfly effect makes the landing point change from South America to Europe, we can only be blessed." Song Xiang's scene and voice came from the opposite side of the screen. She had not been in contact for three months, and the first thing she did was to say about this. Apart from this, Wang Yao's possibility of contacting her was slim.

"Hoho, who is this, your girlfriend? Are you talking about Chinese?" Su Jamie squeezed over and appeared in the camera.

"Your soldier?" Song Xiang raised her eyebrows and said in English on the other side.

"Hey, don't use the tone of Wang Yao being a marshal, he is just the squad leader. We should say it is... the squad leader." Su Jamie enthusiastically hugged Wang Yao's shoulder and acted to kiss him.

Wang Yao calmly pressed his face and pushed it away, saying, "Tomorrow's live-fire exercise will be soon."

Wang Yao's background was messy. Su Jamie waved behind her and shouted to see Wang Yao's girlfriend, but a group of people gathered around. Levi, who was singing soprano, played the violin, took off her pants and exposed the white butt and squeezed into the screen. This made Song Xiang's face smile appear on her face. She suddenly wanted to know how Wang Yao, who had a poker face, lived with some people for three months.

Song Xiang did not forget the serious business, but her tone was much more relaxed. She probably was far away. She knew that Wang Yao could not do anything to him: "Then should I let them move to Asia? It was on the back of South America. Meteorites could not penetrate the earth. By the way, I think you should stand up and find a way to destroy the meteorites."

"You have the control yourself." Wang Yao said lightly. To be fair, to dig out the grudges, Wang Yao did not doubt Song Xiang's ability to do things.

"She is not worthy of you!" Asina screamed, not knowing whether it was jealous or something, but her head kept pushing her head into Wang Yao's face, and she also demonstrated to look at Song Xiang's reaction on the screen.

"It seems you are very popular." Song Xiang smiled with her chest, and the howling of ghosts and wolves came out of the screen. The small screen was completely filled with messy soldiers, and there were as many as seven or eight heads alone.

"Is there anything else?" Wang Yao spoke, his voice quickly buried by noise. If it weren't for Song Xiang's attention, he would have passed by directly.

A butt was shaking around Wang Yao's head. Wang Yao grabbed a pen on the table, and stabbed it into his shaking butt with expressionless expression. The shrill screams and laughter almost burst out in the notebook.

"I plan to join the Military Strategic Theory Department."

Song Xiang carefully observed Wang Yao to see if his poker face had changed. She had to admit that Wang Yao's strength had laid enough shadows on her psychology. Even though she knew that she was separated by two places, this shadow still existed.

"Whatever you want." Wang Yao planned to end the conversation and pressed his hand on the laptop cover to close it. The last sentence Song Xiang heard was "She is not my girlfriend."

...

"The good day is over! Live ammunition simulation battle will be held today, you must be careful. Do you understand!"

The sun shone brightly, and the hot sun shone. Instructor Sim stood on the platform and shouted to the queue below.

"I understand sir!" Neat shouts rang out in the queue.

They uniformly changed into an M-3 combat uniform, consisting of a ceramic helmet and a ceramic vest. It seems bulky but is actually extremely light. On the contrary, the large standard rifle is extremely inappropriate, and the bullets are enough to be used as maces.

"Wang Yao, lead the team to set off. The highest score is 180 points, you must be the best." Sim said sternly, and came to the side to observe with his chest.

"The first team comes up. Then, be careful not to block the rays of teammates behind you. I don't think you want to get an innocent bullet from your teammate."

Wang Yao walked up the platform along the slope and said to the team members behind him.

“Now…set!”

As the words came to an end, the first team of 11 people rushed along the slope and shot at the dummies rising in the field ahead.

Wang Yao stood on the edge of the training ground with a slutty and stood side by side with Instructor Sim.

Sim looked at him with wide eyes.

"It's meaningless to get the highest score." Wang Yao replied without looking back. He looked at the soldiers who were scattered but had some discipline to push forward.

The green dummy rises from everywhere, and the gun in his hand shoots a green laser. The person who is hit will tremble and fall down like an electric shock. There is no other harm except for a little pain.

Wang Yao intends to train their organizationality. In the future, the login of insect stars will depend on these guys.

Sim was surprised to say nothing. He saw it all for three months of training. If Wang Yao also joined the battlefield... no one else needed, he would be enough to break the highest record alone.

From time to time, people fell down, and when they actually picked up the gun, these guys were still panicked. Wang Yao frowned and stepped onto the training ground, walking back and forth among the soldiers to explain the tactics.

At first, Instructor Sim was indeed suspicious and went to the battalion commander to get information from Wang Yao who was a tough guy.

As one of the trump cards of the mobile force, the tough guys are well-known. So everything becomes reasonable.

In the rain of bullets, Wang Yao wandered around in the garden like a wandering strolling. He found Breckenrich standing foolishly in the middle of the battlefield and wanted to take off his helmet.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yao came to him.

"My helmet is broken." Breckenridge said anxiously, covering his eyes and preventing him from seeing things.

With a "click", he untied the lock belt on his jaw. Breckenrich was about to take it off, and one hand was pressed on it.

"Don't solve it." Wang Yao said.

Breckenridge's biggest advantage is that he is honest. He tied the lock belt again and followed behind after hearing this.

After the battle, Wang Yao and his team scored 150, which was a pretty good result.

At the same time, there are less than two days before the arrival of the meteorite.

the next day

In the morning, Class 5 was performing squats under the scorching sun, and other classes were also training in their respective areas. For some reason, a commotion suddenly spread.

"What's wrong?"

"what happens?"

The recruits in the camp trained at first slowly walked towards the scene. They didn't know what they heard and ran faster. The recruits turned into torrents and rushed from the training grounds in various places, gathering in front of a huge screen.
Chapter completed!