Chapter 034

The extra-large screen on the observation deck allowed the students of the First Military Academy present to clearly see that the ten mechas were exactly the same as the ones they were using for the assessment. Seeing the mechas in action, the students quieted down, wondering why the marshal would release such a video.

As the students on the observation deck followed the mecha's line of sight, they soon saw a familiar scene from the video.

"The destination of these mechas is Planet XT781?"

That’s right, after spending a week on Planet XT781, the students who persisted in taking the assessment knew very well that the place shown in the video was the Planet XT781 that had tortured them thousands of times.

"Hairy spider swarm!"

When everyone was puzzled, a student noticed a swarm of at least a hundred hairy spiders slowly appearing in the video.

The subsequent development silenced all the students of the First Military Academy, whether they were eliminated or felt complacent because they had insisted on completing the assessment.

The flames of war rising into the sky, the smoke and dust blinding the eyes, and the hunters who were reaping the lives of the hairy spiders like the god of death.

Ten mechas showed no mercy whether they were facing a large swarm of hundreds of hairy spiders or a small team of only a few.

The killing movements were decisive and quick, and every swing of the knife would take the life of a hairy spider.

In their eyes, the swarm of hairy spiders was a powerful enemy, but in front of these ten mechas, it was only slightly harder than tofu.

The atmosphere on the observation deck became silent. No student from the First Military Academy dared to speak. Even Mocha and others all had their eyes open, staring at the ten mechas on the huge screen without blinking.

The huge observation deck is now only filled with the sounds of various gunfire coming through the screen. It is a very monotonous sound, but it makes people feel like they are watching a soul-stirring epic blockbuster.

The students of the First Military Academy followed the camera and quietly watched the ten mecha teams, like scavengers, efficiently destroying all the hairy spiders on the planet XT781.

And it only took them three and a half hours. Most of these three and a half hours were wasted on the journey.

All the hairy spiders on the planet XT781 were cleared out, and the ten mecha teams turned around and left without any damage. The background for them was the land filled with gunpowder smoke, blue-gray blood, and hairy spider limbs.

"It only took three and a half hours." Unlike the silent students of the First Military Academy, Wu Zimo looked at the battle process of the mecha team on the screen and felt deeply moved.

This is a warrior who has truly experienced the baptism of blood and fire. As a short guy said, they are still far from it.

Unlike Wu Zimo, who could still find time to admire the speed and combat effectiveness of the mecha team, the Marshal sitting in the Heavenly Punishment Corps headquarters frowned when he saw the actions of the mecha team and said lightly: "The speed is slower than expected. We will strengthen training after they return to the team."

"...My dear Marshal, they are not slow, okay?" Rocard, who was sitting next to Scott, immediately spoke up for his own team when he heard Scott say that the team he specially sent was slow.

"Three and a half hours." Scott didn't argue with Rocard, but pointed out directly that the time they took was indeed two hours slower than he expected.

“…”

Rocard saw Scott with a serious expression and looked up at the sky in silence. Did this guy forget how big the planet XT781 is? Most of the time his team is on the road! Space jumps cannot be used on planets, and there are various problems such as gravity.

Counting only the time it took to kill the hairy spiders, his team only took an hour!

However, no matter how mad Rocard was about his evaluation of Scott, he understood that since Scott said the team needed more training, the mecha team responsible for the mission would face more rigorous training when they returned.

However, based on Rocard's understanding of his team members, if he told those guys that it was their idol, the Marshal, who wanted them to intensify their training, those brats would definitely be happy to train hard without being whipped.

Rocard said that he had long despaired of this star-chasing world! Especially the one they were chasing was Scott, a guy who made people want to beat him up!

Scott glanced at Rocard, whose expression changed in various ways, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his eyes.

Rocard is good in every way except that his personality is too worrying. Uncle Ellis thought that training Rocard in the army would help him to curb his overly impulsive and unruly personality. But now it seems that the effect is not great.

Scott tapped the table with his index finger to bring Rocard, who was immersed in his own world, back to his senses.

When he saw Rocard turning around and looking at him in confusion, Scott spoke up, "Regarding the fact that low-level dimensional insects like the hairy spider worms can send out signals to summon their companions, you are responsible for investigating it and then sending it to the other two legions and the presidential palace to inform them."

When Rocard saw Scott talking about business, his expression froze and he nodded seriously to show that he understood.

After recording this in the memo, Rocard's expression changed again. "We didn't realize that those hairy spiders also know how to use special signals to communicate with their companions. If it weren't for Wu Zimo, the little guy who carefully discovered this, I'm afraid something would go wrong."

Not to mention that Scott and his team didn't notice this, even Rocard suspected that the Mora Empire next door, which knew more about the dimensional Zerg, didn't know about this either.

There is nothing that can be done about it. The status of those hairy spiders in the dimensional insect army is so low that no one cares about them. From the killing operation just now, we can see that it only takes a team of ten mechas to completely eliminate all the hairy spiders active on a planet in a few hours.

From this, we can see how weak those hairy spiders are. Only the Marshal wanted to let those students who had never been involved in war and had unnecessary fantasies about the battlefield know that war was never a beautiful thing.

Use those hairy spiders that are so weak that any real warrior would look down on them to let the rookies feel the cruelty of war and shatter the students' unrealistic fantasies.

However, thanks to Scott's sudden inspiration this time, they discovered that even such low-level dimensional Zerg knew how to use special signals to communicate with their companions.

Even though the hairy spiders are so low-level and nobody takes them seriously, information on the battlefield is ever-changing, and perhaps a very slight negligence can affect the success or failure of a war.

"Scott, it seems we can't just leave those hairy spiders alone. And those low-level Zergs that are similar to the hairy spiders, if we let them continue to move around on the planets under the jurisdiction of the Federation, who knows if there will be any problems there..." Rocard, who had originally said this casually, suddenly jumped up and exclaimed.

"Wait, what the hell! Could it be that those high-level Zergs knew that we wouldn't care about the low-level Zergs like the Hairy Spiders, so they deliberately let those low-level dimensional Zergs invade those planets of our Federation?!"

Not only was Rocard shocked by his own inference, but Scott, who was standing next to him, also suddenly had his silver pupils shrink when Rocard was halfway through his speech.

Rocard's inference was exactly what he thought of. If it weren't for Wu Zimo's unexpected discovery this time, they would not have known that the low-level Zerg that had invaded the uninhabited planet of the Federation would know how to send and receive information.

I just don’t know how far the information exchange distance between them is. Now no matter how far the distance is, Scott can’t let go of those low-dimensional Zergs!

"Rocard, send a notification letter to the other two legions, informing them of the seriousness of those low-level dimensional Zergs, and asking them to help deal with the dimensional Zergs on all planets in the Federation. As for the Presidential Palace, I will report this matter to the President personally."

"I understand!" Rocard nodded, immediately stood up and left the command room.

If the existence of the low-dimensional Zerg is really as they both guessed, they must be cleared out as soon as possible. Who knows if there will be any accidents if it is too late.

Scott, who was still sitting in the command room, looked down at someone's information on the computer. His eyes were deep and his index finger unconsciously stretched out along the image on the computer to outline the outline of the person in the image.

Caesar walked out of the spiritual world, gently tickled Scott's arm with his tail, stepped on the table with his front legs, and growled at Wu Zimo on the computer.

"How many surprising things are hidden in you?"

On the other hand, Wu Zimo, who was unaware that he had once again shocked the upper echelons of the federation, had already passed an hour ago. He was now dragging his friends to look at their academic year assessment results, which were related to internships and scholarships.

Children without money cannot afford to be hurt, fortunately, the welfare benefits in the StarCraft are very good, and the government funding for him as an orphan has just been stopped. He doesn't have to worry about tuition fees or eating in school. But if he wants to spend money outside, he really has to work hard to make money.

Because of the Marshal's powerful blow, the atmosphere of the students who successfully completed the assessment was not so relaxed. A strong worship of the official soldiers and a self-reflection on their own strengths. Although Marshal Alman did the right thing, it made the students of the First Military Academy feel very heavy.

Even though the results of the academic year assessment had come out a long time ago, it did not liven up the atmosphere much.

However, these have little to do with Wu Zimo. Lyle and others watched Wu Zimo walking towards the display screen with great interest, not knowing whether they should admire Wu Zimo's generosity or his inner determination that is not easily influenced by external things.

Perhaps because of Wu Zimo's behavior, the heavy mood of Lyle and Mocha was eased a lot. At least the expressions on their faces were no longer tense and serious.

Although Wu Zimo seemed relaxed and casual, he was always concerned about the expressions of his companions. Seeing that they had finally recovered a lot, he smiled slightly in his heart.

The male god's previous actions were not intended to bring down these chosen ones so that they would become depressed and unable to cheer up. However, if such a person really cannot recover, no matter how much effort you put into training him, it will be of little use.

Standing in front of the huge screen, Wu Zimo carefully looked for the name of their team. There are thousands of teams participating in the assessment, and it takes a lot of time to find your team in the densely packed list.

In a strange star field that no one has ever set foot on, a huge dimensional Zerg that was heavily protected suddenly let out an angry hiss towards a certain direction in the universe. Under the terrifying pressure, the dimensional Zergs that were protecting it all trembled in fear.