Zhou Donglai saw through Ding Hu's concerns after a brief hesitation in answering.

He took Ding Hu's mood into consideration and said, "Instructor Ding Hu, I approve of your method. You incorporate the quotations of ancient philosophers into your teaching, which has very well stimulated Zheng Feng's independent learning ability. We also recognize your ability to teach students in accordance with their aptitude. Assigning a virtual instructor to Zheng Feng does not deny your teaching. You can regard it as a new, high-tech teaching method..."

Ding Hu interrupted Zhou Donglai, "General, I fully obey orders and I will do my best to do my job well."

He did not want to leave any bad impression on the former commander of the Yunding War Zone.

"Okay. Instructor Ding Hu, your new task is to observe Zheng Feng's special training process and observe every link from your own perspective to find directions for improvement in order to improve the training effect and strive to make Zheng Feng a top fighter before he reaches adulthood. In addition, you have to organize Zheng Feng's training process into a standard teaching material that can be widely promoted."

That's how it was settled.

Under the arrangement of the top management, things moved forward very quickly. The next afternoon, when Zheng Feng and Ding Hu left the classroom with a group of little kids and entered the simulation training cabin next door, Zheng Feng's dedicated aircraft had been changed beyond recognition.

From the outside, Zheng Feng's dedicated aircraft was no different from others. It was also egg-shaped and lay flat on the ground.

The close-fitting manned layer inside is exactly the same as the ordinary model, but in fact its computing power and data transmission capacity are more than a hundred times that of the ordinary model. The neural connection system with the human body has also been completely innovated. It can be connected to the new version of the duck-stuffing artifact on Zheng Feng's body, and then connected to Zheng Feng.

Its cost is about the same as the duck-stuffing artifact on Zheng Feng's body.

Yes, the Minister of Resources is still in a state of collapse.

Zheng Feng, who knows nothing, lay down in it.

The cabin door closed, and then slowly stood up.

Zheng Feng was familiar with the omnidirectional passive access neural connection.

Today's course is the regular training of armored warriors, and his personal course is to master a new advanced skill called ultra-short-range folding cut.

As the name suggests, ultra-short-range folding and chopping means a new type of fighting skill that combines close-range folding and heavy sword chopping.

In a combat zone with extremely strong energy fluctuations, the danger of folding is raised to a very high level, and it is very likely to be killed if you are not careful.

However, in the right environment, if the distance is compressed within a hundred meters, ultra-short-range folding is still feasible.

Then when elite fighters and high-performance intelligent war machines are fighting with enemy units at close range, if one of them has mastered this skill, they can prepare in advance and pretend to attack the void, but when the chopping blow really falls, they suddenly flash and fold behind the opponent. This move is very unexpected. If used well, it can defeat the strong with the weak.

Of course, the ultra-short-range folding cut requires the operator to have extremely high qualities such as timing judgment, execution ability, overall planning and prediction of the energy operation of the entire armor, and the ability to move against enemy units.

After all, as long as the ultra-short-range folding is performed, no matter how good the equipment is, it is inevitable that there will be a period of stiffness.

This is a great move that can be used with surprising effect if used well, but it will be a foolish act if used poorly.

Normally, the ultra-short-range folding and cutting is a super-high-level skill that only top fighters are qualified to start with, but since Zheng Feng has already completely and systematically mastered the several tactical moves required to learn this skill, and his average control depth has reached S-level, Ding Hu decided to let him get in touch with this unique skill in advance.

Before this, Ding Hu had carefully prepared a perfect simulation tutorial for Zheng Feng, so that Zheng Feng could practice step by step in the simulation training cabin.

Although Brother Hu himself, who only has B-level combat power, can't do it, he is an excellent "paper talker".

Unfortunately, Ding Hu's painstaking work was completely rejected by Zheng Feng's new "virtual instructor".

The female voice with a cold and emotionless tone told Ding Hu, "Your decision to let him get in touch with ultra-short-range folding and cutting from today is a good idea, but your lesson plan is too conservative. While I am teaching, you can study with peace of mind."

After settling the other students, Ding Hu ran to his own dedicated machine and connected it with hatred.

"I want to see why you, an artificial intelligence virtual instructor, are so arrogant."

This is an endless huge square, and Zheng Feng stood there a little confused.

He was looking around .

The virtual training space was inconsistent with what he was used to.

He searched for a long time and couldn't find his training armor.

There was nothing in the square, and the floor and the blue sky merged into one color.

"Zheng Feng."

Another female child's voice sounded.

Zheng Feng shuddered and looked around, but there was no one. He

didn't know who it was or where they were talking.

He thought to himself, no way, it's Teacher Xiaowei again? !

Are they going to let me live?

But he calmed down immediately. No, the voice didn't sound the same. It's not the same person.

"Who are you?"

Zheng Feng asked cautiously to the air.

Water slowly surged on the mirror floor in front of him and quickly formed a human shape.

The water gradually started to color from transparent, and finally turned into a girl of twelve or thirteen years old.

This little girl was also cute and lovely, with red lips and white teeth, and I felt sorry for her.

"Uh..."

Zheng Feng pondered. Judging from her appearance alone, this is not Xiaowei.

"So, you are Xiaowei No. 2?"

The little girl smiled in a condescending manner, "No, my name is T, you can call me... Xiao T, or Sister T." :(/

"Oh, Sister T, are you my virtual combat instructor? Like Xiaowei, did you give birth to your own subconscious?"

Zheng Feng continued to ask nervously.

The little girl seemed to ponder for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

"Then why don't you also call yourself Xiaowei? This is the name of my intelligent assistant and also the name of my subconscious teaching assistant. Since it comes from my subconscious, it should be in line with my personal preferences. I never thought of the letter T in my mind."

The girl's face suddenly turned cold, "You talk too much."

"Ah? What?"

"Nothing, start training immediately!"

The next second, Zheng Feng flew into the sky, and around him, one component after another materialized. The simulated armor composed of pure data streams surrounded his body and began to take shape at an extremely fast speed.

When Zheng Feng came to his senses, he found that he had entered the interior of the 27-meter-high, streamlined, and extremely powerful Xuanyuan-3 modification.

He shouted, "My training armor is not Xuanyuan III modified! It's low-power Xuanyuan armor!"

No one paid attention to him.

But the external environment in front of him began to change rapidly, and finally turned into a battle formation where the enemy and our side were facing each other in the air.

"Your training task is very simple, survive this battle."

"Ah wait..."

When Zheng Feng just saw the enemy combat unit on the opposite side clearly, he knew that this was already a task that he could not complete.

He had heard Tang Tianxin say that a year ago, on the front line of the Yunding war zone, the enemy had a new medium-sized combat unit, shaped like a black centipede, winding and twisting, about forty meters long, with a total of sixteen pairs of long legs.

These things have multiple characteristics of devouring worms, blade mantises, virtual energy creatures, etc. Their surface is extremely tough, and they have various killing methods and extremely flexible movements.

At that time, in order to deal with nearly 100,000 units of the other side, humans dispatched hundreds of millions of warships, gathered tens of billions of combat units of various levels, and mobilized almost all high-precision detection equipment in the nearby tens of light years to assist in positioning. It took nearly two months to completely eliminate these things, and according to their characteristics, a new interference force field was made to greatly reduce their mobility, so that they gradually disappeared from the battlefield in the subsequent wars.

Now he was driving the Xuanyuan-3 modification, which was only of the upper-middle level in the field of special warfare, and there was obviously no new interference force field outside.

He was not familiar with the equipment, the enemy, and his ability was not enough, so how could he survive?

Unfortunately, he had no time to talk nonsense. Before he could finish his words, the black worm in front of him suddenly stretched out, and its mouthparts came close to him, spewing a cloud of energy at his cabin.

Zheng Feng hurriedly controlled the Xuanyuan-3 modification to run, but he was a step too slow, and the cabin was spit out.

He only heard two short sizzling sounds in his ears and smelled a burning odor in his nose, and then he lost consciousness in severe pain.

This was because the multiple force field shields and built-in defensive armor of the Xuanyuan III were pierced, and he melted on the spot.

After just a few seconds, Zheng Feng woke up and was still in the same situation as before. The long worm in front of him pounced on him again.

Zheng Feng dodged again...

"Ah!"

He began to enter a nightmare of repeated simulated death and repeated screams.

What's more disgusting is that the ruthless Sister T seems to have increased the intensity of the pain simulation.

This degree of realism is not 99%, but it must be 95%, torturing Zheng Feng to the point that he wanted to live but couldn't.

After dying, he was almost numb.

He thought Xiao Wei was a devilish teacher, but now he understood that Sister T was a better teacher than her teacher.

Ding Hu, who was watching from the sidelines, saw that Zheng Feng had been killed more than fifty times in just over ten minutes. His eyes were dim and he lost his usual anger. He was extremely anxious.

"What the hell! How can you train like this! Although Zheng Feng is almost eleven years old now, according to his actual level, he is still just a child! If you keep training like this, it won't take long for his spirit to be defeated!"

Ding Hu activated the instructor authority, his eyes fixed on the button for emergency stop of simulated training, and pressed it repeatedly, but it was of no use.

His authority "evaporated".

"Crazy! This is completely crazy! This will ruin Zheng Feng!" Ding Hu decided to report to his superiors.

Soon, Ding Hu's report was handed to the dean of the First Pioneer College.

The dean glanced at it, threw it aside, and replied to Ding Hu, "Just follow the orders from your superiors and continue to improve the teaching materials."

Brother Hu continued to report, and this time it was reported to Zhou Donglai.

Zhou Donglai's approach was no different from that of the dean of the college.

Ding Hu fell into great confusion.

Looking at Zheng Feng who was still "dying", he was inexplicably angry and sad.

"How can you do this? I know you have high expectations for Zheng Feng, but this is too much to ask. How is this different from committing a crime?"

At this time, Ding Hu did not know the complete Sage Plan. He really thought that Zheng Feng was just a genius boy who looked like a sage. He could not look at this matter with the chicken and egg philosophy like others.

Of course, after being together with Zheng Feng for so long, the relationship between the two cannot be compared with that of other people.

Others may think that if Zheng Feng is not a sage, it does not matter if the training fails, but Ding Hu does not want to admit this.

Ding Hu felt a little reluctant, but he was powerless. He could only turn his eyes away, not daring to look at Zheng Feng's training situation anymore.

He opened the past teaching records and prepared to study the traditional "extreme training method".

He began to doubt himself. He didn't know whether his opposition was right or wrong. He just wanted to find a reason to convince himself. Maybe the instructor T who claimed to be from Zheng Feng's subconscious really had some special skills, or he understood some potential in Zheng Feng's body that he himself had never understood.

When Ding Hu was distracted, an hour passed unknowingly.

He turned his attention back to the virtual training ground, but he let out a light exclamation.

The speed of Zheng Feng's death slowed down, from an average of once every 20 to 30 seconds at the beginning to once every five minutes.

He is gradually adapting to the performance of the modified Xuanyuan-3 armor, and can now hold out for several minutes or one or two minutes under the attack of the long insects.

This is reasonable.

In past training, Zheng Feng's adaptability to new equipment is generally good. He doesn't seem to have any special inclination. As long as it is combat equipment, no matter what type or style, he can find the most suitable control idea for himself.

But the important thing is that the fire began to rekindle in his eyes.

The repeated pain of death in battle did not completely break his will.

Ding Hu quickly checked the replay and focused on observing the changes in Zheng Feng's expression in this hour.

After a long time, he kept shaking his head.

"Impossible!"

In the replay of the teaching system, it can be seen that after Zheng Feng experienced the initial state of being stunned like a zombie, after half an hour of training, his face suddenly changed and he looked extremely angry. Then, without any technical guidance, he began to rely on his intuition to operate the Xuanyuan-3 modified armor randomly, and quickly adapted to the equipment while making mistakes.

Ding Hu wondered if the pain simulation was turned down. As a result, he opened the parameter table and was shocked to find that the pain simulation had reached 99.999...%, infinitely close to 100%!

"This... this is unreasonable!"

While Ding Hu was muttering, Zheng Feng's Xuanyuan-3 modified completed a parabolic high-speed maneuver again, avoiding a longworm ambush and refreshing his own survival time, which was more than ten minutes!

Ding Hu certainly recognized this set of movements, as he was the one who taught him.

But not long ago, Zheng Feng had just passed the S-level certification for parabolic maneuvers, but just this time, the system's evaluation reached the top of the S-level.

This means that based on this one move alone, this student of his has already reached the level of a top warrior.

At the same time, the teaching system in front of Ding Hu finally popped up a detailed mission description.

"This is a real-combat simulation! It's a replay of the battle where the human army first encountered these long worms. Eh, in that battle, our soldiers were completely wiped out! What on earth is Instructor T going to do? Could it be that..."

Ding Hu was completely speechless.