Tomorrow is the New Year of the Earth. Before the New Year, Li Yu, Han Lang, and the last group of staff transferred from the Antarctic base loaded the supplies and went to the Nazca wasteland in southern Peru. The headquarters of the First Legion and the undeveloped B-class ruins on the earth are all located here.

Sitting on the fighter plane and looking down, the first thing that caught my eye was the famous Nazca lines, a line that stretched for several kilometers, forming various vivid patterns, engraved on the earth, and no one can crack it.

The Hercules transport aircraft skipped the magical patterns, and the style suddenly changed, and a huge black interstellar warship appeared on the wasteland.

This is the air fortress-class cruiser, the Atlantic. It has a length of more than 1,500 meters and a width of nearly 400 meters. It is as high as thirty stories. It has six main guns in front and rear, eighteen auxiliary side guns, four-seater linkage missile launchers, two fixed space torpedo launchers, two jamming bomb launchers, etc. It has a series of heavy firepower attack devices.

The Atlantic has as many as 8,000 members on shipboard. As the only interstellar warship in the Earth Federation, the Atlantic shoulders the important mission of defending the earth.

Unfortunately, although the Atlantic has a high force, it has only one ship that cannot be distributed to defend every corner of the earth. Those plunderers take advantage of the weakness of the Earth's starship and shoot a shot to change the place. Often, the enemy will escape without waiting for the Atlantic to arrive.

After crossing the Atlantic cruiser, it is the main base of the First Legion and the entrance to the B-class ruins.

White circular buildings surround the entrance to the ruins, and there are tens of thousands of superpowered people who are guarding the Atlantic. If the raiders want to destroy the B-level ruins on Earth, they have to consider their own strength.

Christmas just passed, New Year's Eve again, but there were no colorful lights and no celebrations in the base. Hercules transport plane landed in a lonely place at the airport a few kilometers away from the base.

Han Lang followed Li Yu in a jeep to the base. Along the way, he saw many soldiers jogging in the dark. Some people were holding thick books under the outdoor lights, and the training center was overcrowded.

The jeep stopped in the base yard. Li Yu looked around and said in a deep voice: "Next year will be the Galaxy Conference. Everyone in the legion is very nervous, so when Longchuan proposed to celebrate the New Year, no one responded at all. This is pressure."

"Come with me, I'll take you to meet another group of young people who took the stress test."

There is a separate circular building at the Nasca base, which is the most promising group of geniuses on Earth that have the most hope of advancing to the Galaxy Conference. Han Lang is also one of them, so Li Yu took him to meet his future companions.

"Your department was expanded from the headquarters genius group. The headquarters originally had seven little monsters under the age of 30 and a level of up to four stars, plus the 32 members selected from the world that are promising to advance, a total of 49 people."

"Your supervisor is Longchuan, and he is also the captain of the Atlantic. Because of your busy work, you may not see him often. By the way, Chen Chong, who has a good relationship with you, is here."

Han Lang nodded. He had heard of Longchuan Daming for a long time. One of Clark's three teachers, known as Li Yu and Tallin, had made indelible contributions to the Earth Federation.

Now all three of them have important positions. Li Yu is the director of the Relics Administration, Tallin is the director of the General Administration, and Longchuan takes over the most important combat power of the earth, the Atlantic.

Like other places, there were no celebrations in the training camp. Han Lang and Li Yu came directly to the training center and saw the fat man Chen Chong training his legs. While doing exercise, he kept eating with a large bucket of jerky.

Compared to the first time Han Lang saw him a few months ago, Chen Chong has gained a lot of weight, his cheeks are bulging, and his belly is almost about to be stuck to the sky.

"Han Lang!"

Chen Chong saw Han Lang and immediately ran over with a bucket of jerky. The alloy floor of the training center was trembling as Chen Chong ran.

"Brother, I miss you so much!" Chen Chong shouted affectionately.

Han Lang looked around, "Why are you the only one here, what about monk?"

Chen Chong curled his lips, "The monk has not passed the stress test and has been eliminated. He is now in the attack team."

In addition to Han Lang, there were a few people in the training room. Chen Chong was proficient in his temper and pulled Han Lang to introduce them one by one.

Li Yu had something else to do, so he left first. Chen Chong enthusiastically took Han Lang to visit. The Federation spent a lot of money on this group of young people who had the hope of participating in the Galaxy Conference. The training camp had its own simulation warehouse and various training facilities.

It took a while since Chen Chong, Han Lang was talking to him excitedly, and suddenly a cold voice came from his ears.

"You are Han Lang?"

Han Lang looked back and saw seven people coming out of the training center, not old. The obvious difference from others is that they all have combat uniforms with very good textures and four-star honor badges were hung on their chests.

Han Lang knew that these are the legendary seven geniuses at the headquarters. They all have impeccable potential for promotion to four stars before the age of 30. Han Lang and Chen Chong, these people are all supplemented in later stages, and all have three stars.

But these geniuses don't seem to be sociable, especially the tall and thin blond young man in the lead. His eyes were a bit arrogant, he flattered his mouth and shouted Han Lang's name coldly.

The biggest difference between Han Lang and them is that their momentum is not as high as theirs, but Han Lang has been on a real battlefield, seen blood, and has also seen other super-powered warriors fighting with their lives in the death live broadcast. Therefore, although Han Lang is young, he is even more calm.

With a slight smile, Han Lang reached out and prepared to shake hands with the tall blonde boy, and said, "I am Han Lang, haven't you asked your brother for your surname?"

The tall blonde boy hesitated for a moment, barely reached out and hit Han Lang with his palm, frowned and said, "You are here too late. As of now, all the people in the training camp have arrived."

"The old saying goes, there is no order without rules. Tonight we will select the battalion commander and deputy battalion commander, so we can have a backbone when taking action in the future."

Han Lang had no objection to this, and he retreated aside again.

Chen Chong held his breath and said, "This group of guys hate the most. Relying on his high level, he doesn't take us three-star warriors from the late stage seriously, and he doesn't even want to train with us. They are all acting alone."

Through communication with Chenzhong, Han Lang learned that the tall blonde young man named Sinberg, with Germanic bloodline, has four-star intermediate cultivation. All forty-nine people in the entire training camp were included, and only he had reached such a high level.

Of course, level in battle does not mean everything, it also depends on experience, courage, superpower attributes, etc.

Sinberg had a very leadership posture, far from summoning the forty-nine members of the camp to the gym, and said in a deep voice: "I suggest that we conduct a simulated battle to select the battalion commander of the training camp. The deputy battalion commander is designated by the battalion commander. In the future, everyone will follow the arrangements of the battalion commander if they have anything to do, unite together, and form combat effectiveness as soon as possible."

"Our old group of geniuses unanimously recommended me as the battalion commander, and you guys later will also recommend one person out."

Han Lang frowned slightly, and had a little complaint about Sinberg's approach. Since everyone is from the same training camp, if you work hard for the same goal, how can you divide old and new players? Sinberg's actions are suspected of setting up small groups in the camp.

Sinberg shook his blonde hair, glanced at the people at the scene, and said in a deep voice: "If you have no objection, I will be the battalion commander. Deputy battalion commander, I appointed An Beibei, and I am also an outstanding figure among our old team members."

An Beibei is a very lively girl, in her early twenties, with beautiful wheat-colored skin and a pair of slender thighs. When Singberg mentioned her, An Beibei smiled and waved to everyone, and her personality was obviously very cheerful.

"I don't agree!"

As the dust was about to settle, Chen Chong suddenly shouted at the top of his voice and said loudly: "I think Han Lang is more qualified to be a battalion commander than you. He is different from us. He once blocked more than ten times the enemy by himself and protected C-level prehistoric ruins that are crucial to the earth. In terms of practical experience, Han Lang is a hundred times better than you! If you were replaced by Han Lang's position that day, could you block such a raider?"

Chen Chong suddenly lifted Han Lang out, which made Han Lang slightly surprised. Sinberg opposite him also looked bad. He always regarded himself as a genius and had a high opinion of himself.

"Since you are not convinced, do you dare to fight?" Singberg said coldly.
Chapter completed!