Chen Feng was actually a little confused about this upcoming dream.

According to his original intention, he would continue to shamelessly copy songs, and this time he planned to copy at least ten songs.

But he was confused about what else he could do besides copying songs.

The square face of instructor Ding Hu kept appearing in his mind.

Of course, it was not that he was gay, but he was a little embarrassed that he left the barracks cold-bloodedly last time with Ding Hu's reluctant and eager eyes.

Last time, he forcibly withdrew on the grounds that he had no basis at all, which made many of his comrades worry about him, and they asked him if anything happened at home.

Chen Feng is not a person who likes to owe others, whether it is money or emotions.

He felt that he had let down Ding Hu and his comrades, and he always felt a little empty in his heart.

That's why he always tried very hard to keep a distance from others. It was simply because Chen Feng knew his own shortcomings and it was difficult for him to ignore the feelings that others had for him, no matter what kind of feelings they were.

...

"Private Chen Feng! Step out!"

In a daze, Chen Feng opened his eyes again.

He didn't need to see what the situation was.

This time, Chen Feng decided not to give Ding Hu the opportunity to ask him to run laps. He quickly gathered his mind, stared intently, and at the same time exerted a little force on his feet, preparing to step forward.

His lips slowly opened, preparing to say "here" loudly with a loud and confident voice.

But he failed to accomplish all of this, because he was extremely surprised to find that the training base in front of him was not quite consistent with his impression.

The first three times Chen Feng came here, the aircraft he saw at first glance were all cone-shaped.

It is the Type A-3 underground medium-sized carrier aircraft that is currently the most widely equipped by the military. It uses a small nuclear fusion power reactor and the propulsion method is still the traditional medium reverse thrust. It has a small head and a large tail.

The upper part is the loading cabin and the lower part is the power system.

Because of the propulsion method, the Type A-3 loader still needs to accelerate when taking off. It is not fast at the beginning. Only after continuous propulsion can it reach an astonishing top speed.

The shell material science and the level of heat insulation and heat absorption energy conversion limit the maneuverability of the Type A-3, and the top speed is only Mach 8.

But this time Chen Feng did not see the familiar Type A-3 carrier.

The flying vehicle that slowly floated in the air, then suddenly emitted blue light and moved forward at an acceleration far exceeding that of the Type A-3 carrier was a spinning hammer.

This simple change in shape caused a great shock to Chen Feng.

From the design to the final production and formation of the Type A-3, it seemed to be composed of countless accidents, but it was the inevitable result of technological development.

But what is this spinning hammer!

Chen Feng was simply confused.

With a certain foundation in military training, he knew without thinking that the materials science, dynamics and control principles of the spinning hammer-shaped aircraft were absolutely different from those of the conical Type A-3.

And what the hell is that translational movement? You didn't emit a blue light, and you didn't spray anything out, so how did you translate it? Telekinesis?

Ding Hu's deafening roar once again rang in Chen Feng's ears, "Are you still in a daze? Go run ten laps around the playground!"

Chen Feng came back to his senses, his face wrinkled like a bitter gourd, and he hurriedly ran laps.

This time, he was on guard, but he still couldn't escape the fate of running laps.

But at the same time, he continued to look at other places in the training base.

The more he looked, the more shocked he was.

The individual combat armor that he had been very skilled in operating had also changed.

The original individual combat armor in his memory still had a visible gear mechanical structure from the outside, and the total height reached seven or eight meters.

But now the armor that the veterans on the other side were training in has become smaller, more streamlined and beautiful, and very close-fitting. The total height is no longer as neat and uniform as before, but ranges from two meters to more than three meters.

This should be the result of tailor-made, or the level of the production line is higher, and it can produce individual armor of corresponding sizes suitable for people of different body shapes.

Although smaller in size, these combat mechas are more maneuverable and can move faster.

This also means that this new type of combat mecha is much more powerful in terms of materials and power systems than the mechas he came into contact with the last time he came here.

This proves that a more advanced mechanical structure has been born, so there can only be one reason.

At least in the basic discipline of materials science, humans have made qualitative progress.

If the material had not become stronger, and the toughness, hardness and ductility of the main structure had not evolved significantly, this small-sized individual mecha would not have been able to withstand such strong mobility.

The internal engine structure must have become more microscopic and stronger, which is also a huge test of the level of materials science.

Chen Feng was really puzzled.

It seems that humans have become a little stronger than the last time I dreamed, but...

why is this!

What on earth did I do? As a scoundrel, I am very self-aware!

Chen Feng clearly knew that he was the only variable in history.

If he did nothing, just quietly locked himself in his room a thousand years ago, not disturbing anyone, and not being disturbed by anyone, then nothing would have changed.

If something different from the past appeared in the future, then the source of this change must be Chen Feng himself.

But he couldn't figure it out.

He clearly just copied a few songs and helped Zhong Lei become famous a few years earlier. He

wrote six songs in a row last night, and maybe he could leave a reputation in history as a flash in the pan genius.

Other than that, he didn't do anything!

But why did he find that it had changed its appearance after traveling through time this time?

"What are you looking at! Don't envy others, these are the most outstanding reservists in our base. Once they are promoted to regular soldiers, they will directly board the battleship and become carrier soldiers. Do you know what kind of physical fitness standards are required to withstand the Qinglong type individual armor? Do you know that the coagulation serum they inject before each training can even cause an ordinary person's heart to stop beating and die?"

Ding Hu's voice rang in Chen Feng's ears again.

It turned out that Chen Feng was so absorbed in looking at the individual armor that he ran too slowly. Ding Hu chased him and scolded him again.

Chen Feng was awakened by his scolding. Looking at this fierce guy, he remembered the last time Ding Hu gave him an energy drink. Brother Hu   , stop pretending.

You are a person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

The times have changed a lot, but judging from your voice, your personality has definitely not changed. "Instructor, then tell me, what kind of physical fitness is needed to wear this armor?"   Before leaving the barracks last time, Chen Feng had become one of the most worthy fighters in this training base.   At that time, many armored veterans were defeated by him. Now, hearing Ding Hu look down on him like this, he is a little unconvinced.   "Yeah, you have ambition. Then let me use the example of running laps. If you can compress the time for twenty laps to within thirty-eight minutes, then you can barely meet the standard."   Chen Feng raised his eyebrows.   Interesting.   The last time he left the barracks, he had just refreshed the fastest record of twenty laps around the base's playground to thirty-seven minutes and fifty-nine seconds.   He didn't expect that the minimum time to become an armored soldier is now thirty-eight minutes.   In the past month since he traveled back in time, he has not slacked off in his training. His physical fitness should not have declined at this moment, but should have slightly improved.   He raised his eyebrows, "Then shall I give it a try?"   "Hehe, you rookie trying a hammer. Be careful not to run to sudden death!"   Ding Hu patted Chen Feng on the head and returned to the other reservists standing in military posture.   But he saw that Chen Feng had already sped up, curled his lips, and called a rookie from the formation, "Go and let the first aid team get ready."