The importance of battlefield scanners was finally fully realized by the armored infantry. Unlike a bunch of scattered tactical infantry, armored infantry's execution ability is quite strong.
If they want to fight against the legion-level battlefield scanner in Chu Jungui's hands, the armored infantry must also have legion-level battlefield scanners. Money is easy to handle. 500,000 is a big number for an individual, but it is nothing for a collective. The armored infantry who are not short of money even pooled together 1 million on the spot and bought two of them.
Level seven authority is not too difficult.
There are many armored infantrymen who come from powerful families. Even if the students do not have authority, there is always someone at home who does. The muscle instructor even went directly to the deputy dean, who specially approved a seventh-level authority that could only be used three times.
All is ready except for the opportunity.
The representative of the armored infantry loaded the authority, prepared funds in the account, applied oil to highlight the lines on the muscles, and went straight to the logistics department. But he never expected that as soon as he arrived at the equipment exchange office, he would encounter a sap in the head:
no stock.
The representative of the armored infantry clearly remembered that there were still three regiment-level terrain scanners in the warehouse when checking last night. Why are they out of stock now?
At this time, a student next to me whispered: "I have a cousin who works in the warehouse. He just told me that there are indeed three scanners on the shelf."
The armored infantry representative immediately protested: "Aren't there three more units in the warehouse? Why did you tell me they were out of stock?"
The teller at the exchange office had an expressionless face and said in a voice with almost no cadence: "If the system shows that there is no stock, it means there is no stock. It is useless to have goods in the warehouse."
"You!" The representative was so angry that he could not speak. In this kind of quarrel that doesn't require muscles, he is no match for the teller in the logistics department.
No matter how much he argued, the teller insisted that the system was out of stock.
A student next to him had an idea, "The legion-level ones are out of stock, so the first-class military-level ones will always be in stock, right?"
The teller was obviously a little surprised. He checked the system reluctantly after a long time, and after a long time, he said: "One unit worth 200,000 yuan."
"It was still 100,000 yesterday!"
"You also said that was yesterday."
The representative showed extraordinary decisiveness at this time, waved his hand and said: "I want three units!"
Other students understood that if they bought from other channels, they would probably be delayed for several days. Every day, one class fails the assessment.
The next day, three military-grade battlefield scanners entered the training ground. This time, Chu Jungui's scanner could only interfere, but could not suppress it. Although it was a bit blurry and distorted from time to time, the armored infantry saw the panoramic view of the battlefield for the first time. The excitement was like a blind man regaining his sight.
The armored infantry still had to close the distance against Chu Jungui's direct fire. However, those who participated in this battle were all top students among the armored infantry, so their muscles were particularly swollen and the tanks were driven extremely fiercely. For the first time since Chu Jungui arrived at the No. 33 training ground, more than ten tanks rushed into the firing range.
Then they saw that Chu Jungui was not fighting alone. Around his chariot, there were three other chariots from the Blue Army guarding him. Moreover, these three tanks did not consider fighting at all. They only served as movable bunkers and obstacles to block and divide the enemy for Chu Jungui. They could also block artillery at critical moments.
Then there is no more.
Chu Jungui's ultimate tactic finally emerged. He used all the tanks and auxiliary vehicles of the Blue Army as bunkers, and his own tanks shuttled back and forth among them, like ghosts, while the cannonballs fired the attacking tanks into beams of light with incomparable accuracy.
At this point, the armored infantry finally understood that Chu Jungui's level in tanks had long ejected them from the eighteen streets.
They were not discouraged, but instead had high morale. Every muscular man clamored day and night to go to the training ground to teach Chu Jungui how to behave, and then be taught how to behave the next day.
The students' fighting spirit was high, but the instructors were in a different world. If this continues, won't the armored infantry have to take the blame for the tactical infantry?
So at the initiative of the Armored Infantry Department, the top management of the college held an emergency meeting. At the meeting, the director of the Armored Infantry Department insisted that Chu Jungui be moved from the No. 33 training ground.
Lieutenant Colonel Hu just asked lightly: "Where to move him?"
There was sudden silence in the conference room.
When Chu Jungui was at training ground 31, he showed his unparalleled machine gun shooting skills and made the tactical infantry miserable. After finally arriving at training ground No. 33, he transformed again and became the ace of the tank. The armored infantry originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach him a lesson, but now he was taught a lesson that made him feel happy.
All in all, Chu Jungui is a disaster now. After leaving the 33rd training ground, where can we put him? Sky training ground? What if this guy can still fly a fighter jet?
What is certain is that no one wants Chu Jungui to appear on their training ground as a Blues player.
Just when the atmosphere was awkward, the director of the tactical infantry broke the silence: "Except for training ground No. 31, he can go anywhere."
Everyone woke up and immediately answered:
"Not at Training Ground 45."
"Not even on the 21st."
"It can't be a sky training ground anyway."
…
The corners of Lieutenant Colonel Hu's mouth drooped and he said, "It seems that the only place he can stay is Training Ground 33."
"I object!" the armored infantry director was furious.
"Objection is invalid." This time the others were surprisingly unanimous.
In the sky above the Business College, a shuttle flew slowly and landed in the small square in the corner of the college. The shuttle's rotors stopped, the hatch opened, and a dark silver step ladder stretched out from below, extending to the ground.
There was already a group of people greeting him in the small square. In the middle is an old man with silver hair, and behind him, Meng Jianghu stands out.
The first thing that sticks out from the hatch is a pair of slender and straight legs, with no creases on the white trousers. The same white high-heeled combat boots stepping on the gangway are like stepping on the heart of every straight man.
As she walked down the gangway, her simple top, straight neck, and chiseled cheeks emerged from the shadows one by one.
Although a pair of wide sunglasses covered less than half of her face, and she had a smart and cool short haircut, her breathtaking beauty was not concealed.
As soon as she appeared, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a bit. That fierce and murderous aura is enough to keep all admirers away thousands of miles away.
When she stepped off the shuttle, a few attendants walked out of the cabin, all wearing dark silver uniforms with expressionless faces, and even their eyes were hidden behind sunglasses.
The white-haired old man smiled, walked up to us, and said, "I never expected you to come to this remote place like ours."
The corners of her mouth curved up, with a faint smile on her face, and she said, "Father still talks about you from time to time. This time I happened to be passing by Xinzheng, so I came over to see you and check on the preparations for the year-end performance. .”
The old man sighed and said: "It's been so many years, it's rare that your father can still remember me. Although my academy is simple, I will definitely go all out for the year-end performance. Whatever you want to see, just ask, I will arrange it .”
"Okay, I'll stay here for two days."
"No problem." The old man looked at the inconspicuous shuttle behind her and asked, "Does it need a codename or another name this time?"
"No, just use Lin Xi."
"Okay, no problem." The old man ordered the people behind him to apply for the highest level pass for Lin Xi. As long as the electronic pass is loaded onto the identity chip, Lin Xi can freely enter and exit any location in the college.
At this moment, a group of tall, muscular men suddenly rushed out of a dormitory building not far away. They sprinted out of the dormitory building at a sprint speed of 100 meters and completed their assembly in the square in front of the building in the blink of an eye.
An instructor strode to the front of the queue, his eyes were like lightning, his voice was like thunder, and he shouted: "In today's battle, there is no way out. We can only break the cauldron and sink the boat to find a way out of the impossible! Are you afraid?"
Hundreds of tough men roared in unison, their voices reaching into the sky: "Don't be afraid!!"
In the square, the white-haired old man and the senior college officials looked a little stunned, wondering how these students could act like they were willing to die generously. This is Business School, there is no danger to life, right?
Lin Xi smiled calmly and said, "The morale is pretty good."
The instructor's volume increased by dozens of decibels and roared: "Remember what we are going to do?!"
All the men shouted in unison: "Tamp down the training ground and capture Chu Jungui alive!"
"Very good! Get in the car and let's go!"
All the tough men roared away.
Lin Xi became somewhat interested and asked, "Who is Chu Jungui?"
A female attendant next to him immediately searched and then handed over the light screen. On it were Chu Jungui's photos and life story.
Lin Xi took the light screen and looked through it silently. Her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, so no one could see the change in her expression.
She looked at it very slowly, and after a while, she returned the light screen to the attendant. There was a hint of coldness in her voice, and she said, "Let's make arrangements. I will be on the attacking side for tomorrow's assessment."
