The trainees didn't have much time to adjust their minds. Three hours later, their advanced simulation training officially began.

The real armor will arrive at the Southern Cross Center two months later before everyone can receive it.

The trainees have already learned most of the basic knowledge before boarding the ship. The significance of the so-called advanced simulation training is to allow the trainees to adapt to the characteristics of their respective armor in the virtual network, and to be familiar with the battlefield situation and various possible special mission requirements.

Humans now have to pretend that they only know how to crush the strategy with numbers, but they can't really play it out and fall into a losing game, nor can they overdo it and expose too much, which will trigger the compound eyes to send a strong rescue to the super civilization in advance, so that the intensity of the war is out of control.

This is easier said than done.

Compound Eyes have existed for who knows how many years and have witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations.

Although Compound Eyes do not have the complex chaotic thinking of humans, they are very proficient in using idioms and are very good at collecting information from the outside and summarizing it for their own use.

Therefore, humans must grasp the scale and control every battlefield detail just right, and the error rate must be less than one in a hundred million.

As a special operations unit that plays a core role on the battlefield, top pilots and the strongest intelligent war machines are responsible for both killing the enemy and controlling the situation, and they undertake more than 90% of the special missions of the current human army.

Special missions include arranging battlefield remnants and pretending to have suffered heavy casualties; assisting other combat units on the battlefield to pretend to be defeated, while quietly controlling the damage; going deep behind enemy lines to collect intelligence; making preparations in advance when a certain defense zone is strategically abandoned, helping personnel evacuate and cover the rear; going deep into some newly discovered special galaxies to complete mineral collection and scientific research similar to adventure exploration; disguising as biological weapons of compound eyes, infiltrating the enemy's mixed fleet, trying to communicate with the slaves, and conducting rebellion, etc.

Special missions have varied scenes, complex situations, and extremely high execution difficulty, which requires the strongest intelligent war machines to execute.

The importance of controlling intelligent combat machines is self-evident.

It is not difficult to become an average pilot.

It is not too difficult to stand out in a certain task area and become an excellent pilot with special skills.

However, to become an ace pilot who can complete almost any task with an error rate of less than one in ten thousand, a task completion rate of more than 99.99%, and can respond to unexpected situations and make decisions quickly, and program perfectly without external assistance, one person is worth an army, the difficulty is one in a billion.

There are only hundreds of thousands of ace pilots in the entire human race.

At present, most of the newly equipped Forge armor are almost all operated by these ace pilots.

Although she got a diploma, it was only equivalent to a license to practice. If she wanted to become a qualified or even an ace pilot, little Tong Ling still had a long way to go.

In a virtual classroom with one person per room, Tong Ling was staring at the virtual image of the T100 armor.

It was huge, giving people a strong sense of oppression, and looked like a monster.

Tong Ling felt as if it might jump up at any time, grab her, and then say triumphantly, "Little guy, are you afraid of me?" and so on.

Although she is a genius, she is only twelve years old after all.

"What should I call you?"

After hesitating for a while, Tong Ling spoke.

But T100 did not answer her.

She smiled awkwardly, remembering that she had not activated the armor yet.

She stuck out her tongue, secretly congratulating herself that no one here saw her embarrassment.

Tong Ling calmed down and carefully recalled the armor intelligent activation process she had learned.

After a long time, she was about to press her palm against the quantum palm print recognition light screen that appeared out of thin air in front of her.

She suddenly screamed.

Yes, I got the order wrong. I should have carefully read the detailed instructions of the armor first, otherwise it would not be activated at all.

She thought to herself, it was a close call, I almost made a fool of myself again.

Control the program and click on the instruction document.

The light and shadow rotated, and the visual introduction information about T100 slowly opened in front of her eyes.

After a day, Tong Ling had only finished less than one twentieth of the content, and her head was buzzing with fatigue.

However, her classmates had finished at least one third.

You can't really blame her for not working hard. As a specially modified Folger armor, T100 is dozens of times more complex than Sky X3.

The thickness of T100 manual is ten times that of others.

What's even more crazy is that Folger armor uses a lot of new technologies that Tong Ling has only heard of, but has never had the opportunity to come into contact with the principles.

When she talked about the names of these technologies with her parents before, she was eloquent and seemed to know them well, but she actually only knew the names.

Now it's not possible. She must at least understand the basic working principles of all technologies.

This means that the amount of information she needs to learn is ten times that of others, and the depth is several times that of others.

As for the overall difficulty of learning, it's even more excessive. This is not addition, it must be multiplication, and the difficulty is dozens of times that of others.

After coming down, when others were sharing their experiences, Tong Ling didn't even dare to breathe when she heard that some of them had learned one-third of what they learned, and some who were not so good had learned one-fifth.

When others asked her, she could only say that it was too early and it was too difficult.

She really didn't know how to explain it.

The instructor valued her so much that he gave others the Sky X3 model and gave her the T100, but she performed so embarrassingly.

The poor little girl hadn't realized that what she had learned was not at the same level of difficulty as others.

She just thought she was stupid.

Tong Ling was asked so many questions that she felt embarrassed and anxious, and she almost cried on the spot.

After all, children should have some privileges.

Seeing this, others quickly packed up their stalls, restrained their curiosity about the T100, and stopped asking questions.

The instructor who knew the problem secretly felt a little ashamed, wondering if it was too cruel to the kids.

Suddenly, the burden on her shoulders was too heavy.

After hesitating for a moment, the instructor called Tong Ling.

"Instructor, I swear, I will be fine! Believe me, don't cancel my qualifications. I will definitely handle Brother T! I just felt a little uncomfortable at the beginning, but I can really learn it!"

Before the instructor opened his mouth, Tong Ling spoke rapidly like a machine gun.

The instructor swallowed the words of asking her if she wanted to change back to the Sky X3 model.

In order to hide his embarrassment, he cleared his throat twice, "Ahem. Who is Brother T?"

Tong Ling: "I named T100. I feel it's more intimate to call him this way."

"Well, okay. What are you thinking about? I just want to tell you not to have any psychological burden. Your T100 is already very complex and has a high technological content. You have learned many times more than others, so it is natural that your progress is slower. Frankly speaking, your comprehension speed is already ranked in the upper middle among all the Forge armored pilots."

"Ah? Is that so?"

Tong Ling's eyes widened.

The instructor nodded heavily, "Of course, I lied to you and said I was a puppy."

After Tong Ling hung up the call happily, the instructor sighed, not knowing whether he was right or not.

He began to worry again.

The armor instruction manual is from simple to complex. At the beginning, even Tong Ling, such a little girl, had such a hard time. I don’t know if she can hold on to the end.

Obviously, the instructor underestimated Tong Ling’s will.

Sometimes, a person’s character has nothing to do with age.

Or it can be said that the younger the person is, the simpler their mind is, and the more persistent they are.

Unexpectedly, when the transport ship arrived at the Southern Cross Hub, Tong Ling successfully completed her studies and passed the T100 theoretical computer test.

The instructor silently looked at Tong Ling’s study time and secretly clicked his tongue.

Twenty-eight days.

Ranked in the top ten thousand among hundreds of thousands of Forge armored pilots.

But...

she is learning T100!

The instructor looked up at the sky and thought to himself, is there finally going to be a real ace pilot among my students?

Oh no, it should be Ace Pilot.