The Pinghai task force safely arrived at the training ground around Levin City. After receiving the landing signal from the signal tower, the spacecraft started its thrusters and landed slowly.
The scumbags left the troop transport warehouse in an orderly manner under the leadership of the fierce men. Chen Mo also left the captain's room after communicating with Ivanov through the Donghuang channel.
008 was warmly welcomed by 007. Seventy-three scumbags from Alcatraz faced off against one hundred and eighty-six top scumbags.
The quality of Ying Rui's scum is above Pinghai, and after being trained by Ivanov, he has begun to become an elite. He looked at death as if he were at home, and the military discipline was strict and orderly.
If he didn't know the background of these people, Chen Mo would probably think they were some kind of iron-blooded army. The captain and six pilots left the main cockpit and lined up.
As a captain, the captain gave a regimental salute to Chen Mo.
"Colonel Chen."
"Sir." Chen Mo returned the greeting.
"In response to the command of the headquarters, this Baize II Cangjie-class frigate will be jointly owned by the Pinghai Task Force and the Yingrui Task Force." The captain took off the captain's bracelet and handed it to Chen Mo: "You are the new The first captain, General Ivanov is the deputy captain, and the specific documents can be checked on the spacecraft console." Chen Mo was stunned.
"This spaceship...was given to me?"
"That's it." Captain Pian Jiang patted the shell of the spaceship at hand with emotion: "He has served in Donghuang for thirteen years and is already an old guy. Neither the armor level nor the power core can keep up with the current war needs. But as a The troop transport ship is more than enough." Chen Mo put on the captain's bracelet in silence.
After the bracelet recognized Chen Mo's biological characteristics, the memory alloy began to shape according to the contours of Chen Mo's wrist, and finally fit perfectly on the wrist.
The display screen, like an electronic watch, lit up, and a 3D projection of the current status of the Baize II spacecraft popped up.
Chen Mo held his left hand in front of him and began to adjust the captain's bracelet.
"He served for thirteen years, and followed me for thirteen years. When I first joined the corps, I was just a pilot with the rank of captain... The longer I stayed in the ship's cabin, I somehow became a partial general." Captain Pianjiang did not disturb Chen Mo's debugging. He just stroked the hull of the ship as if stroking his lover: "I hope you can treat him well." The functions of the captain's bracelet are very complex and cannot be debugged in a short time. Chen Mo Hearing this, he put off his bracelet and put down his hand. He looked at the captain's gray hair and nodded seriously.
"Of course...by the way, what's its name?" Captain Pianjiang smiled.
"It used to be called the Chengfeng. According to the Corps' notes, the Chengfeng was recycled and destroyed, so it is a non-existent spaceship. It can only be driven within Zhongbei. If you drive out of Zhongbei, you may be regarded as an interstellar pirate. Beat it down."
"That's it." Chen Mo nodded.
"Chengfeng is no longer here. Do you want to give it a new name? Or just call it Baize II? Before I hand it over to you, it needs to be repainted and the Donghuang logo and Chengfeng's LoGo removed. "Chen Mo thought for a moment and blurted out: "Zhiyuan."
"Zhiyuan?"
"Zhiyuan!"
"What a good name." Captain Pianjiang gave a regimental salute to Chen Mo: "Captain Chen, it's nice to meet you."
"Me too, sir!" Chen Mo returned the greeting.
"These six people are the main driving team. If you have any questions, you can communicate with them at any time. If the Zhiyuan needs repairs or supplies, you can contact the headquarters at any time."
"Understood." The captain waved behind him, and a fat man who didn't look too smart ran over.
"This is the first mate Jin Guangfa. When I was the pilot, he was the first mate of the Chengfeng. Now he is the first mate of the Dingyuan... Well, Fatty Jin is familiar with everything on the ship. If you don't understand anything, feel free to ask. Feel free to ask him.”
"Okay." Chen Mo looked at Jin Guangfa. Jin Guangfa woke up from a dream.
"Hello, Captain! I am the entertainer Jin Guangfa, the first mate of the Dingyuan! Captain, welcome to give a lecture to the main driving team!" He said and gave a big slap in the face.
Chen Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He waved his hands repeatedly to signal the driving team to stop clapping.
"Ability?"
"It's not about supernatural powers, it's about craftsmanship." Chen Mo looked at the first mate with the toad mirror for two seconds, nodded at him, tilted his head slightly, and asked in a volume that only the captain could hear: " Does this first mate have any...flaws?" He pointed to his head.
"No, he is not cerebral palsy, he just has tight skin." As he said that, the general gave Jin Guangfa a kick in the butt: "Captain Chen is the highest officer of the Pinghai Task Force. If you follow him carefully, you might be able to escape from the pit. "Jin Guangfa was quiet for a few seconds, looked Chen Mo up and down, and replied calmly: "Yes."
"There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever, Lao Jin, take care."
"Captain, take care." Jin Guangfa saluted solemnly to the captain. After the handover was completed, the captain went to find someone to change the painting of the Dingyuan.
This is a wonderful person. In the end, he didn’t even tell Chen Mo his name. Chen Mo turned around. He could probably understand Jin Guangfa's mood, so he patted the first mate on the shoulder.
"Now that the ship is in my hands, the driving crew will still be the driving crew. If I have a mouthful of meat, I won't give you soup. Don't worry." Jin Guangfa bowed his head slightly.
"Thank you Captain for your trust."
"Trust is mutual." After Chen Mo finished speaking, he ignored Jin Guangfa's reaction and faced Ivanov who came with two guards.
Chen Mo threw the deputy captain's bracelet towards Ivanov.
"Brother Ivan."
"How do you feel?" Ivanov took the bracelet and nodded to Chen Mo: "I have my own boat."
"It feels pretty good." Chen Mo laughed: "I feel like I have an organization." Ivanov smiled: "I don't know how to tell you, but strictly speaking, your organization has greater rights than an ordinary organization. .”
"Does the Northern Combined Corps also have such an organization?"
"Of course there is. The secret organization of the Northern Alliance is called Kebo, but it is much weaker than the Donghuang Corps." Ivanov lit a cigarette for himself: "All the secret organizations of the Corps are targeted by the Yi Neng Society. Commissioner Platinum Team, you have personally defeated several teams, so you should know the basic combat strategies."
"I probably understand."
"How about it, do you want me to train the troops?" Ivanov raised his chin at the team of scumbags who were listening to the fierce man's training: "I will return the four people I selected from Alcatraz Island to you in a moment and let them do it. team leader."
"Uh..." Chen Mo thought again and again, and finally shook his head: "I may have to lead this team for a long time. I want to practice on my own."
"That's fine." Ivanov didn't think much about it: "After all, the soldiers brought out by practice are different from those trained by others. How do you plan to train them? Have you handed in the equipment report?" Chen Mo looked confused.
"What equipment report?"
"You don't think that the higher-ups will give you an equipment library for you to choose slowly, do you?" Ivanov smiled and said: "Of course you have to submit the things yourself and wait for the results." Chen Mo scratched his head.
He even just learned about his position, how could he know these things?
"Are all the seventy-five of you at Pinghai combat personnel?"
"No, there are sixty-five combatants." Chen Mo replied. In addition to the sixty-three scum, pirates and Chen Mo himself are also among the combatants.
Meng Ren, Lao Yang and eight strangers with different abilities count as logistics.
"How much exoskeleton armor are you going to need?"
"I've never assembled a team, so I'm not sure. Brother, how many exoskeleton armors do you want?" Ivanov prepared a hundred armors, and he only planned to bring a hundred people, completely abandoning logistics and supplies. It cannot be used as a reference group at all.
Therefore, Ivanov just shook his head and began to plan the supplies for the Pinghai Task Force on the pdA.
"How many combatants do you plan to have left out of sixty-five?"
"How many people are left?" Chen Mo didn't understand.
"You didn't plan the number of deaths for training?" Ivanov raised his eyebrows.
"..." Chen Mo didn't expect that several people would have to die in one training session...
"I'll give you more, let's keep fifty people." Seeing that Chen Mo didn't answer, Ivanov shook his head and continued to calculate the firepower configuration on the PdA.
"Wait?" Chen Mo quickly stopped: "Sixty-five and fifty? Is this ratio too high?"
"The initial number of my death squads is one hundred and ninety-two, and the final number will be one hundred." Ivanov exhaled smoke and looked at Chen Mo: "If there is enough time, I originally planned to only have thirty elites in the end."
"..." One of the six is alive. Devil Training lives up to its reputation. Ivanov is the devil himself.
"How is it?" Chen Mo thought for a moment.
"Thirty people."
"Um?"
"Thirty people, including the four you gave me." Chen Mo said calmly: "There are not many people who are good, I think you are right." Ivanov smiled.
If Ci is not in charge of troops, the boy in front of him will be a good leader.
"Then how much exoskeleton armor should I give you?"
"Thirty, I want a specially made one."
"Okay."...Ivanov calculated the rations needed by the Pinghai task force and asked Chen Mo to use his PdA to send it to the Donghuang channel.
Five minutes later, Administrator 01 passed Pinghai's supply order and gave Chen Mo the reply that it would be in place within three days.
At the same time, the first mission briefing was also issued to Chen Mo through PDA.
"During 007 Yingrui's march into the hinterland of the Straker ecosystem, he will jointly guard the mine with the Kot First Corps to ensure the safety of the teleportation point." The mission period is fifty-seven days.
In other words, excluding the remaining twenty-seven days of training, if no one returns to the Cote Mine for one month after the Yingrui Death Squadron enters the ecological circle, all members will be considered dead.
Desolate and heroic. Chen Mo put down his PDA with a complex expression on his face, wondering what he was thinking. Later, due to the arrival of Ping Hai, the training of the Ying Rui Death Squadron ended early. Only one person died in the whole day, which was considered a great progress.
Ivanov invited Chen Mo to have dinner with his native team. So... only Chen Mo and Meng Ren went to the appointment.
When I arrived at Ivanov's station, Chen Mo Meng was overjoyed. At least they can still be companions, Ivanov is really a loner.
Except for the two guards, his brother was the only one sitting at the table. Seeing Chen Mo coming, Ivanov greeted the two of them to sit down.
Ivanov's dinner is still simple and rich. There was not even white rice on the table. The staple food was a piece of thick black bread about one meter long. The main dish was a half-person-sized beef leg that was grilled and sizzling with oil on the campfire.
The topping is a thick black pepper sauce. Chen Mo knew that Ivanov had a habit of not paying attention, so the fierce man was dumbfounded and forced himself to calm down, pretending not to care.
"Eat." No small talk. Chen Mo picked up the dagger from the table, cut a large piece of meat horizontally, and put the black pepper sauce into his mouth.
The juice bursts into your mouth with the pepper particles that were not completely ground, which is full of satisfaction.
"Butter." Ivanov picked up a large piece of salted garlic butter in a package from under the table, and pointed to the brown bread.
"Toast." Chen Mo nodded, cut a piece of black bread, picked up a piece of garlic butter and spread it thickly on the front and back, picked it up with a dagger, and put it on the crackling campfire covered in butter drippings, turning it over to heat.
The melting point of butter is not high, so when it is stirred up by the flame, it quickly liquefies and is absorbed by the honeycomb of the brown bread.
The campfire toasted the edges of the bread slightly, and Chen Mo took out the bread. After one bite, the rich aroma of garlic and the unique milky aroma of butter fill your mouth.
Paired with the wheaty flavor of brown bread, it’s a treat. Ivanov smiled silently.
"Know how to eat." The fierce man was dumbfounded. He saw that when Chen Mo rolled the bread down from the dagger, he ate it along with the black carbon deposits.
"It's not clean. You won't get sick after eating it." Chen Mo patted the fierce man on the shoulder and motioned for him to move quickly.
The fierce man imitated Chen Mo and cut a piece of beef into his mouth with dipping sauce. The slightly brown pupils lit up.
"Holy shit, it smells so delicious." So the three of them cut the beef leg and brown bread with one knife at a time. After a while, the black bread was gone, and the fierce men followed suit and left the battlefield.
He felt that he had eaten three or four kilograms of meat, not to mention one kilogram of black bread, and now he was too full to eat anything.
Ivanov and Chen Mo ate the beef leg piece by piece. The stomachs of these two people were like bottomless pits, and the leg of beef, which weighed at least a hundred pounds, shrunk visibly to the naked eye under the knife.
After another fierce battle for more than half an hour, Ivanov was also defeated. Ivanov leaned on the back of the chair with a shy belly, took out a bottle of pickled cucumbers with ice and began to eat them.
Chen Mo was still swinging his knife at the remaining half calf. After another half hour, Chen Mo's figure, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, also straightened out his belly.
Only the white beef leg bones were left roasting on the campfire.
"Okay!" Ivanov regained his composure. He sat up on the chair and lifted the roasted beef bones with his bare hands.
No matter how hard he used his hands, he broke the beef leg bone as thick as the mouth of the bowl into several equal-sized pieces with his hands like breaking corn.
He picked up a tray from the ground, stuffed both sides of each leg bone with butter and garlic, placed it on the tray and put it back on the campfire for barbecue. Ivanov went to the combat box behind him and started looking for wine.
"What to drink?"
"It doesn't matter, it's up to you." Chen Mo touched his belly. This was what Ivanov was waiting for. As a Northlander, he directly took out a box of vodka from the box.
Six bottles. The fierce man's eyes widened.
"Does one of you have to die if you drink?"
"Chen Mo has three bottles and I have two bottles and you have one." Ivanov couldn't help but take out the wine bottles and start distributing them to everyone. After the distribution was completed, he pointed to the roasted sizzling beef leg bone: "Marrow and wine." The man looked at the vodka in his hand and his face began to twitch.
750ml. Alcohol content 52.
