Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The captain walked on the deck, still feeling unable to adapt to this ship. Compared with the ships he had been on, this ship was too bright.

It's also too spacious.

There was actually fresh fruit in their food supply - the captain couldn't describe how he felt when he saw those fruits he had never seen before. When he ate the long fruit called 'banana', he even removed the peel.

We swallowed them all together. Only later did we realize that this thing had to be peeled and eaten.

But the next day, the captain still ate it with the skin on. Asking him to peel this precious food, the captain felt that he was not worthy. Everything on the ship made him feel this extremely obvious sense of conflict. He felt that he

You shouldn't be on a boat like this, but the truth is... no one thinks that way except him.

This is true even for his soldiers. Their morale has been very high recently. The training grounds are complete, they eat well, and sleep well. The weapons and equipment are all new, and they can kill a dozen traitors every day. The most important thing is that the new artillery is really powerful.

It's so exciting.

The captain himself couldn't deny this. He had to admit that when he became one with the machine soul and personally controlled the cannons, he felt a shiver crawling up his spine.

All kinds of exciting emotions were mixed together, causing his adrenaline to surge to a very high level. The captain still remembered that he was roaring with the machine spirit at the time. After the enemy's ship was completely reduced to dust, the machine spirit's satisfaction and

His satisfaction came together again, providing an unprecedented comfort.

He planned to go to the training ground of the military camp. Their military camp was on the second deck. The environment was very nice, but the captain didn't care. He cared more about the training ground.

The training ground is next to the military camp. In addition to simulating various harsh environments, it can also provide some simulated sports. The intelligent system on the ship introduced them to some ball games from ancient Terra. The captain and his soldiers

They prefer ice hockey.

Being able to wear protective gear and fight legally is the best thing.

It took the captain half an hour to walk to the training ground. This was because he followed the instructions and took a shortcut. If he hadn't been on the second floor, this time might have been extended several times. This place is different from other places on the ship.

The buildings are different in that they are not located in a room, but are set up in a huge open space.

Anyone - no matter who he is, as long as he comes to the second deck, he will definitely notice this open field. When they get closer, they can see the group of dark figures in the center of the field. Kadian

People still continue their glorious tradition and never forget to train no matter when or where they are.

In addition to the regulations of the Ministry of Military Affairs, their own love is also a very important part.

The captain stood calmly at the far end of the field, while 375 soldiers were engaged in a highly realistic battle with the projected enemy in a simulated trench warfare.

The weapons in their hands are all real - the bullets fired are real, but the projection of the enemy is different. If you are hit by the weapons in their hands, you will feel great pain, but you will not die. Being hit

The victim will be knocked unconscious immediately and will have to undergo additional training and punishment after the battle.

Today, the simulation object they chose was a group of rebels led by Chaos Wizards. The captain squinted for a while, and he quickly judged the enemy's military strength.

There were about 3,500 rebels. Not all of them had carapace or heavy firepower, but the weapons they held made the captain couldn't help but curse - if on a real battlefield, he would

I would definitely not want to fight someone with a Lucius No.98 Carbine.

This gun comes from the Krieg Death Corps and is their signature weapon. Only this group of people would like this weapon so much. It is much more powerful than other laser guns, but it also runs out of ammunition quickly.

Crazy fast - it will also cause the life of the gun to be extremely short, and the firepower must be limited and accessories such as radiators must be added.

Even if you take all of the above into consideration, the gun won't keep firing for long and will overheat quickly. The captain once suspected that the Kriegs were so fond of this weapon because their lifespan was as short as the gun itself.

In addition, many of the rebels simulated by the system carry Mars-type fragmentation grenades, which are also great weapons in trench warfare. One can create a storm of death.

As for the Chaos Wizard... no wizard is without trouble.

The captain did not step into the training ground. He wanted to know how the soldiers would react.

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"Have a platoon leader bring someone over to find me!"

An officer shouted loudly, lowering his head to avoid the flying laser beams. Mud splashed on his face, and the place where he was hit quickly bled, but he didn't care. After giving the order, he quickly jumped in

In the middle of the battle, he used the new weapons in his hands to fight back.

This new baby he couldn't put down, but it was not without its shortcomings - the recoil was as strong as a mule kicking your shoulder, and it took a while for the Cadian soldiers who were used to using laser weapons to adapt. After all, not everyone can have it.

Live ammunition weapons.

The platoon leader quickly ran over from the other end of the battle line with his five squads. They are currently following the empire's standard army configuration. Ten people are in a squad, five squads are in a platoon, and six platoons are in a company.

.

According to standards, they are a company of 300 men, and the extra 75 soldiers should not disrupt the organization. However, who cares about this now?

"Sir!" The platoon leader was a man with a resolute face. His purple pupils reflected the local laser beam. He approached the officer and shouted loudly: "Platoon leader reports! Sir, please give instructions!"

"I want you to launch a counter-propulsion from the left side of the battlefield according to the predetermined plan! Do you understand? The second and fourth platoons will cover you. The local advancement must be controlled in the middle of the trench, otherwise our mission will fail immediately!

"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed across the face of the platoon leader. He pointed his gun at the sky and performed an eagle salute meticulously: "Promise to complete the mission!"

After watching him go away, the company commander grabbed the communicator next to his ear and shouted into the communication channel: "The platoon commanders of the second and fourth platoons reported to me! How are you doing?!"

"Second Platoon is performing suppressive fire mission, sir!"

"Fourth Platoon is providing cover fire for First Platoon as planned, sir!"

"Very good! The first platoon is about to start its mission. They will attack from the left as planned. You two platoons are responsible for covering. The people of the third platoon, the fifth platoon and the sixth platoon are ready for me. I want you to

Aim the firepower at that damn wizard, be sure to suppress him so that he can't cast spells!"

"As you command, sir!"

At the left end of the battle line, the platoon leader of the first platoon was giving orders in an orderly manner. He was chewing the chewing gum issued in the physical ration this morning, but it had no taste anymore.

"Listen, this is a simulation training, but I don't want you to treat this as a live training, understand? This is a fucking actual combat!" A platoon leader pointed to the ground and sky with a fierce expression.

, the gloomy and foggy sky and the trench at his feet were all so real, which was exactly what he wanted.

He continued: "Our mission is to initiate counter-propulsion. The second and fourth platoons will suppress fire for us. We must attract the enemy's attention so that the remaining brothers can give the damn wizard a good drink.

pot!"

Staring into the same purple eyes of the forty-nine people, the platoon leader spit out the chewing gum in his mouth. He picked up the gun with a grin and said on the communication channel: "The first platoon is ready! Counter-propulsion is about to begin!

"

"The second row received it!"

"4th row received it!"

"You all heard it!" The platoon leader took a deep breath, turned around and jumped out of the trench. The new treasure in his hand was adjusted to the maximum burst mode. The muzzle of the gun kept rising, almost breaking his right shoulder.

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But he kept roaring, and the artillery fire and enemy figures reflected in his eyes were so real - he was really carrying out this simulated battle with anger at this time.

"Death, traitor!"

The same was true for his soldiers. A Qadian roared and threw the dagger in his hand. This behavior was not allowed, but he threw it accurately. The tactical dagger made a perfect line in the air.

The arc pierced the enemy's throat with precision.

Everyone seemed to be angry. Subconsciously, they did not regard this as a simulated war.

It is a real war. They are the last line of defense on this planet. Three hundred and seventy-five soldiers rely on trenches to fight against an enemy that is nearly ten times their size. Under the exaggeration of various emotions, coupled with the excitement of the scene they saw,

Really, these soldiers have been completely brought into it.

"Everyone, spread out! Spread out! Use arrow formation to advance! Find cover! Target the bastards without carapace, and then focus on the lucky ones with armor!"

The platoon leader was still able to issue orders between charges. He rolled over and found a simulated abandoned artillery piece on the plain of death, with flames and thick smoke billowing from it. It made him shed tears.

While huddled behind the bunker to observe the situation ahead, he quickly fired back.

When not interfered with, his shooting accuracy is very high. Every time he fires, he can kill a traitor, and the blood and flesh are scattered, and their screams are the best music to listen to in a long row.

But this group of rebels were not fools. They quickly noticed the guy hiding behind the bunker and firing cold guns. A round of volleys of fire forced him to shrink back and remain motionless.

"Hell!" the platoon leader cursed fiercely, spat, and then yelled in the communication channel - on the battlefield, if you don't speak like this, others won't be able to hear you at all.

"I need support! Repeat, I need support! The abandoned artillery three hundred meters in front of the position is being suppressed by fire and requires fire support!"

"Understood!" A voice quickly responded to him, and a light blue beam of light flashed past, grazing his scalp and blowing the head of a guy not far away. Not only did the platoon leader not care, he almost killed himself too.

After a shot, he shouted loudly on the communication channel.

"Well done! Keep going, keep going! Kill these traitors, son of a bitch! Damn it!"

His pressure was quickly relieved, and here is the role of sharpshooters. They can greatly distract the enemy's energy, and the platoon leader soon got a chance to breathe. He fired back repeatedly, killing more than a dozen enemies.

But he couldn't keep fighting here. There were footsteps behind him. His pupils shrank sharply. He immediately dropped the gun in his hand and pulled out the tactical dagger from his waist. Before he could turn around, he was struck by someone.

He was pushed to the ground with great force. His head hit the cannon, and the reaction force made him dizzy.

But the instinct he developed after long-term training still saved him. He gritted his teeth and immediately rolled away from the place. He quickly got up and rushed towards the attacker, the dagger in his hand pointed at the attacker accurately and powerfully.

Stab him under the side of the ribs.

The enemy's blood gushed out, and the familiar stickiness made his eyes quickly become bloodshot. He could no longer tell whether this was a simulation or reality - but it didn't matter, the traitor must die! The Qadian pulled out his dagger

, mercilessly wiped the attacker's neck.

He did not relax, and immediately ran over and picked up his gun, looking around cautiously. The enemy was not a fool. No matter whether this guy was lucky enough to get close to him, or they sent a team to deal with him, he must

Moved location immediately.

A platoon of long cats moved flexibly among the ruins of artillery. The arrow push formation is extremely efficient, but it also has several shortcomings. If those who serve as arrows cannot find bunkers to suppress fire, it will be difficult for the remaining people.

To advance. He must find another suitable bunker.

Unfortunately, he was attacked again.

Although he discovered the five people who came this time very early, they still couldn't avoid a fierce battle - the platoon leader only had time to shoot and kill two of them before he had to enter a hand-to-hand fight. He obviously couldn't fight one against three.

, but the enemy did not kill him.

The three scum wore armor with the Imperial double-headed eagle obliterated and blasphemous words scrawled on it. One of the guys stepped on his face with his foot and without hesitation slashed his throat with a dagger.

He stood up and said, "Tell me your plan and position."

"Fuck you!"

What he answered was a scornful curse and a mouthful of blood-streaked saliva. The guy wiped his face, then stabbed the dagger into his right knee and twisted it fiercely. It was heartbreaking.

The pain caused the platoon leader to grip the soil on the ground violently, but he remained stubborn and did not make any sound.

"Strong bones, huh?"

Another traitor smiled and put a foot on his right knee. Even more terrifying pain struck him again. He was breathing heavily, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

His vision was blurred, and the pain was extremely real - he didn't even know how this was done, or why the simulated enemy could really make his right knee feel such pain.

In a daze, the scene of destruction appeared before his eyes again.

Their hometown, Cadian's hometown, Cadia was completely destroyed. When it happened, he and his regiment were on a ship outside. Witnessing this scene with his own eyes left a deep impression on all Cadian people.

He suffered indelible mental scars, but none of the Cadian people would give in.

Their homeland was destroyed, their glory dissipated, but their determination remained. Scattered in various war zones across the galaxy, the Cadian regiments will now only fight more tenaciously against the enemies of the Empire. Generation after generation of Cadian people will

Born, raised and trained en route to a war zone.

They will never give in.

So the leader of the platoon quietly grabbed a handful of mud with his right hand. He waved his right hand and the mud splashed, blurring the vision of the scum closest to him. In such a moment of opportunity, the Cadian seized it.

Two gunshots were fired, and a dagger killed the last one, at the cost of having a dagger inserted into his own chest. Looking into the guy's dead eyes, the last words left by the platoon leader were.

"Cadian will never fall, Cadian will never fall!"