Ding Hu completely understood the intention of the virtual instructor named T.
It was not a high-level technique, but just throwing Zheng Feng into a difficult task that was impossible to complete, and asking him to do something impossible.
Through these two impossibilities, an extreme situation was created, forcing Zheng Feng to either surpass his limit or collapse.
This was the "pulling up the seedlings to help them grow" strategy that Zheng Feng himself and the Sage Planning Committee had hated deeply.
At present, it seems that Zheng Feng has survived the first wave of mental shocks, and has adapted to the torture brought by the super-high proportion of pain simulation at an extremely fast speed, showing amazing resilience.
Although Ding Hu couldn't read Zheng Feng's mental activities at this time, he could tell from his expression that it was anger that helped Zheng Feng to bear the heavy pressure and constantly break through his own limits.
He was angry that Instructor T put him in a "desperate situation" without his consent and adjusted the pain index to an extraordinary level.
At the same time, Zheng Feng's anger was also directed at his subconscious. He seemed to be unable to understand why his subconscious would produce such a heartbroken instructor.
In addition, there was a very simple "primitive anger" caused by the continuous accumulation of pain due to dissatisfaction with his own situation and current situation.
Primitive anger does not need any target, it is just an external expression of human emotions.
In Ding Hu's opinion, this trick is extremely low.
But now Zheng Feng's progress is amazing, proving that this stupid method is indeed effective.
But Ding Hu is also worried. He doesn't know what Instructor T wants to achieve, and even thinks that it is time to
stop while he is ahead. If Zheng Feng collapses in this state, it will be difficult for him to recover in the future.
Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, it was nearly two hours.
The other trainees have completed their courses one after another and withdrawn from the simulation training cabin.
Ding Hu handed over the task of taking care of these trainees to the main operator, while he continued to observe Zheng Feng's condition through the training aircraft.
At this time, his originally restless mind had gradually calmed down.
Ding Hu discovered two problems.
First, he underestimated Zheng Feng's spiritual attributes.
Second, Instructor T's training plan was not really simple and crude. The simulated Xuanyuan-3 modified armor assigned to Zheng Feng was not a conventional mainstream product, but a performance parameter fine-tuning based on the multiple mid- and high-level skills that Zheng Feng had already mastered.
These fine-tunings are in line with scientific logic and can be reproduced on real equipment. Through these fine-tunings, the possibility of Zheng Feng's customized equipment to perform the top-level tactical action of ultra-short-range folding and cutting has been greatly improved, and the difficulty has been appropriately reduced. In addition, the actions of the imaginary enemy worm, which seems to be deadly, are also slightly different from those in the real battlefield. The performance parameters are the same, but the details of its action patterns and offensive and defensive capabilities are slightly different from the actual situation. These deeply hidden details are gradually guiding Zheng Feng, who has given his decision-making ability to his instincts in the repeated deaths, to the correct way to counterattack.
When he realized this, Ding Hu finally put down the heavy stone in his heart, and did not feel ashamed of his previous shallow cognition. He quickly began to refocus his attention on observing Zheng Feng's training process, and tried to extract those exquisite inducement details from his own perspective.
"Instructor Ding Hu, do you understand our intention now?"
As soon as Ding Hu adjusted his mentality, he received a communication from Zhou Donglai at the same time.
"Ah! Hello, General. I... why didn't you tell me in advance? I'm very sorry. I apologize for my incompetence and poor business ability."
"Instructor Ding Hu, you don't have to belittle yourself. We have special expectations of you. This is a lesson for Zheng Feng, and it is also a lesson for you. The reason why we didn't inform you in advance is because we hope that you can find the problem through your own summary, find a solution, and adjust your thinking. Now you have discovered the secret through your sharp observation. In fact, there are still 100,000 colleagues in the confidential department doing the same thing as you, but so far, they are only at the stage of doubt, and they have not discovered as many details as you."
Ding Hu's old face flushed, "General, you are too flattering. My reaction is still too slow."
"It's not your fault. It's because we hid something else from you."
Zhou Donglai sent two photos to Ding Hu.
Ding Hu was stunned when he saw them.
After a long time, he slowly came back to his senses and said slowly: "So Zheng Feng was actually deceived. Instructor T was not from his subconscious, but was done by Instructor Tong Ling herself?"
Ding Hu's voice was slightly trembling, and he was trying to control his emotions.
Ding Hu has been in Lieyang 3 for some years. As a practitioner in the field of military basic education, he certainly knows Tong Ling.
It can even be said that anyone who works as an instructor in the military system is Tong Ling's supporter.
For more than two hundred years, ever since Tong Ling reached the pinnacle in the battle where the nameless fleet first came into contact with virtual energy creatures in the Hanjie galaxy, she has always represented the highest combat power of mankind and is also the strongest instructor who has trained the most top students.
Even the vast majority of people have great regrets in their hearts. It is a pity that Instructor Tong Ling was born at the wrong time. If she was born a hundred years later, or frozen for a few more days, she could fight side by side with the resurrected sage in a state of complete victory. What a blessing that would be.
Some people even think that perhaps with the ability of the sage, when seeing Tong Ling, he would probably have the thought of "why is there a Liang if there is Yu?"
Unfortunately, the die is cast and time cannot be turned back.
Tong Ling is already old, and her strength on the battlefield has also declined significantly, and she even has to withdraw from the front line.
But no matter what, Tong Ling still enjoys a high status in the army today, and can be said to be a totemic existence. So when Ding Hu repeatedly compared two photos, one of which was the virtual instructor T, and the other was the young Tong Ling who was only 12 years old and had just joined the army in the Voyager Galaxy Campaign, he felt some clear evidence, but still unbelievable.
Ding Hu was even happier for Zheng Feng.
Since a few years ago, with the age increase, the energy of instructor Tong Ling continued to decline. He no longer personally trained any young rookies, and only occasionally updated the most popular general training tutorials.
It seems that Zheng Feng was lucky to become Tong Ling's last disciple.
Ding Hu was naturally honored and deeply gratified.
"Yes."
In response to Ding Hu's inquiry, Zhou Donglai said, "But this matter is top secret. Whether it is Instructor Tong Ling's childhood photos or T's true identity, they are all confidential. Just keep it to yourself, don't let Zheng Feng find out."
Ding Hu thought for a while, "Is this to further improve Zheng Feng's endurance by making him mistakenly believe that T's strict requirements come from his own self-discipline?"
"Yes. This is also the requirement of Instructor Tong Ling."
"Okay."
In the simulated battlefield, Tong Ling, whose mind is integrated with data, "floated" beside Zheng Feng the whole time, observing all of Zheng Feng's movements, and occasionally adjusting the performance parameters of the Xuanyuan-3 modified armor on the spot.
In this process, Tong Ling solved the doubts in her heart for many years.
She knew how Brother T cultivated her in the ultimate training. It was exactly the same as now. It seemed that he had abandoned her, but in fact, he was always there.
She also thoroughly understood the relationship between Brother T and the sage.
Brother T is both the sage and not the sage.
He is the sage's incarnation hidden in T100, a projection and a copy of the sage's personality. But when it comes to a critical juncture, the sage thinks that language communication is needed, so he will project his consciousness through the quantum network, take over Brother T's incarnation, and communicate with her.
Now she has used Brother T's method to pass on what she has learned throughout her life to him. It is both natural and inevitable.
Tong Ling has a deeper understanding of the sage's true intention to cultivate herself.
This is a backup plan prepared by the ancient sage whose body has already perished and whose consciousness has been entrusted to the void.
He chose me and used this method to let me master his abilities in the previous timeline, and then let me pass on the abilities to his reincarnation.
He has also calculated that other people in this era will not dare to use this extreme training method on his reincarnation because they are afraid of his identity, or their abilities are not enough, or they are trapped by the limitations of human values.
But I, Tong Ling, dare.
Because I know it works and he will definitely be able to learn it.
At this time, Zheng Feng had gradually adapted to the performance of the Xuanyuan-3 modified armor, and with the replay of the simulation mission, he had a deeper and deeper understanding of the behavior logic and various ability characteristics of the long worm. Although he still could not break through the long worm's own multiple defense system and could not kill the enemy, his survival time was getting longer and longer, and it had exceeded half an hour.
After being besieged and killed again, everything was reset, and Zheng Feng appeared again.
Only a burst of blue micro-arcs flashed densely on his arms and face.
In this extremely short time, he sent a total of 15 comprehensive commands to the armor, which were quickly disassembled into 150,000 detailed commands.
0.0001 seconds later, the armor suddenly turned sideways in space, and more than 30 lateral medium engines on the right side of the head, shoulders, waist, arms, thighs and feet ignited and sprayed thin streams of flames at the same time. The
anti-inertial curvature membrane layer emerged synchronously.
10 seconds later, the armor moved nearly a million kilometers in place.
11 seconds later, a long worm appeared on his right side and missed.
15 seconds later, the upper part of the armor bent from the waist and abdomen, avoiding the energy ball spitted by another long worm.
...
His movements were orderly, and every step was carefully calculated to avoid the opponent's attack at the right time.
Time flies, and another half an hour has passed. This time he avoided the ambush and entered a changed situation that he had never encountered before.
He had to rely on on-the-spot reaction again to try and fail.
Perhaps it was luck, after a random attempt at evasion that worked, the distance between him and another Xuanyuan-4 armored vehicle was shortened to more than 20 kilometers, and there was only one long worm chasing them near the two of them.
Zheng Feng began to hesitate.
According to the conventional thinking in special warfare training, when the distance between our own units is very close and the number of nearby enemy units is relatively small, our fighters should quickly combine on the spot, form a force advantage of more against fewer in a small area, and try to quickly destroy the enemy.
This is the basic principle of coordinated operations repeatedly emphasized in the book. Once a similar fighter is found, it must be executed immediately without any discount.
At this time, the Xuanyuan-4 type has already proactively issued a request for cooperation, and deliberately slowed down, selling the broken ribbon, waiting for Zheng Feng to respond quickly and then join forces with him to fight the enemy.
But Zheng Feng's hesitation lies in the fact that he had tried to launch a counterattack by raising guns, missiles, cutting knives, etc., but all had little effect.
He also carefully observed the actions of other comrades, and resistance was basically futile.
Tactical actions with high mobility would not be able to hurt the worms due to insufficient power or incompatible restraint.
Heavy means with great power, but they could not hit, and always missed.
In the previous struggle, Zheng Feng had observed more than once that other comrades temporarily combined to form a fighter, but they all gained nothing. Instead, they were killed by the opponent because of the short delay in action caused by launching an attack, which was futile.
Furthermore, Zheng Feng knew that he was in a simulated training, so the operator of the Xuanyuan-4 next to him was not a human, but an NPC formed by simulated artificial intelligence.
He did not believe that the NPC could cooperate well with him.
Zheng Feng gritted his teeth, ignored the cooperation request of the Xuanyuan-4, and used a curvature-like maneuver to dodge to the other side.
More than 30 seconds later, he received the death report of the Xuanyuan-4 in the combat command system, and a last word that was not angry came from it.
"Brother, you rejected me. But I believe you must have your considerations, and I hope you can succeed. Goodbye."
This was the slightly hoarse voice of a middle-aged man.
Zheng Feng was stunned.
It was strange, it was unreasonable.
Strictly speaking, I betrayed him.
But why is he not angry at all?
Instead, he is making excuses for me, thinking that he is not just avoiding the fight, but has other plans?
This...
Inexplicably, he felt a surge of shame in his heart.
After a moment, he laughed at himself fiercely: "Tsk. Forget it, they are all NPCs anyway, and they act like the real thing. I don't care whether you forgive me or hate me. My mission is to survive on the battlefield, not to be a suicide squad responsible for using my life to spy on the enemy."
Another two or three minutes passed, and he died again.
It was dinner time outside, but Zheng Feng's personal stuffing artifact had already taken over his eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, and began to inject nutrients into his body.
A little more than half an hour later, Zheng Feng met the Xuanyuan-4 again.
The development of the plot was the same as before. The other party was "betrayed" again and generously forgave Zheng Feng again.
Zheng Feng began to feel impatient.
Why don't you scold me?
Do I need you to be so saintly?
You are just an NPC! I don't need your understanding!
Damn it!
He lost control of his emotions, made a serious mistake, and died again.
Ding Hu outside saw everything. After knowing the true identity of Instructor T, he finally got the authority to read Zheng Feng's psychological activities.
At this time, Brother Hu was angry again.
But his anger came from Zheng Feng.
He wanted to rush in and grab Zheng Feng's ears and scold him.
This is a real training with a super high degree of simulation!
The person next to you is not an NPC, but a human warrior who actually died in the battle!
How can you let down other people's trust!
Bastard!
Three times the limit, half an hour later, Zheng Feng reunited with Xuanyuan-4.
Ding Hu began to curse and swear in his heart.
If this idiot dares to sell out his teammates again, he will skin him alive.
Something unexpected happened, and after a brief hesitation, Zheng Feng decided to respond to the other party's request for cooperation.
Zheng Feng muttered to himself, "Forget it, let's give it a try, we will die anyway. You are not an NPC, let's try it together! I beg you not to forgive me!"
He couldn't stand it anymore.
Ding Hu heard a ding.
"Zheng Feng's battlefield awareness has improved, his thinking has changed, and his ideological maturity has increased to an adult state."
Happy birthday to the leader, Brother Deep Sea No. 2!