Ding Hu felt that Zheng Feng must have the special warfare plan that Tang Tian had prepared for him.

This was a dimensionality reduction attack on others.

It was unfair.

Ding Hu gritted his teeth in hatred, wondering if he should do something righteous and report it to put an end to this phenomenon of favoritism and fraud.

But he quickly reacted.

No, I am Zheng Feng's class teacher. Seeing that he can take off and get better grades, shouldn't I feel happy?

Ding Hu took two deep breaths and forced himself to suppress his twisted mood.

He told himself to be calm, stable, and to take care of his students. He should not forget his "love" for his students as an instructor just because this guy always has problems.

Besides, the rules of the competition are that starting from today, when the official preparatory training begins, instructors and family members are not allowed to help the players.

Zheng Feng's request for help from the spectators outside the venue happened before and did not violate the regulations.

Finally, who can guarantee that seed players from other academies and galaxies did not receive off-site teaching from senior military officers?

So, nothing happened, and the years passed peacefully.

On the other hand, after the twenty-nine children saw the equipment selected by Zheng Feng, a few of them expressed some dissenting opinions.

The little girl Mata Nicklaus believed that she was good at close-range attacks, but Zheng Feng assigned her a "wingman" type Xuanyuan armor with medium and long-range firepower and large-scale detection and calculation functions.

Her battlefield position changed from the first-line attacker she expected to be to the second-line auxiliary firepower and intelligence center.

Edgar Julian questioned his attack and defense Xuanyuan armor. He hoped to get the same fully functional and enhanced God of War series Xuanyuan armor as Zheng Feng, and play a more independent "free man" position on the battlefield.

Of course, this will lead to an excess of the integrated performance index of the squad's equipment.

According to Edgar's meaning, it is enough to cut off some of the redundant performance configurations of the reserve team composed of two five-man teams.

Edgar Julian is the second oldest student in the class, with the highest level of cultural subjects and second only to Zheng Feng in combat power.

Both of his parents who provided him with genes are third-generation members of the Nameless Fleet. Now they also hold important positions in the Yunding Star Region and are both school-level officers.

Before Zheng Feng's rise, Edgar was the most dazzling "star" in the class, and was recognized as the most likely to leave the Flying Tigers class and enter the regular class of the college at the end of this semester.

There were some unexpected factors when he fell into this class.

After Edgar expressed his position, his iron follower Morrison Scott also jumped out.

Morrison was not fighting for anything for him, but he also thought that Edgar should be given the position of a free man, and he was worthy of being Edgar's loyal brother.

Ding Hu frowned slightly as he watched all this.

He didn't know how Zheng Feng would deal with this situation.

In his opinion, there was nothing wrong with Zheng Feng's arrangement. This plan accurately captured the potential direction with the highest theoretical value of each Flying Tiger member.

The few people who felt something was wrong, such as Mata and Edgar, did not really understand their own lives.

Although these three or four-year-old children are relatively precocious and smart, they are still not exposed to enough information and knowledge, and their understanding of their own lives is still in a state of knowing the facts but not the reasons.

For example, the little girl Mata Nicklaus has good on-the-spot reaction ability and a very strong and calm mind, so she mistakenly thinks that she is most suitable as a first-line attacker. But in fact, according to a deeper underlying genetic analysis and Ding Hu's long-term observation, as Mata continues to develop, her logical thinking and ability to quickly integrate information will quickly take shape around the age of five, making her a good special operations command center.

Keeping her at a certain distance from the front line, she can bring her observation, prediction and information integration abilities into play.

Ding Hu originally planned to adjust the learning focus for Mata Nicklaus after the competition.

Now Zheng Feng is taking action ahead of time, which is even better.

As for Edgar Julian's request, it is even more absurd.

Although this brat is barely the best in the Flying Tigers, he is not outstanding enough to be qualified to wear the God of War series, which will inevitably occupy more resource quotas. It is purely his blind self-confidence that is at work. Brother

Hu rubbed his chin and really wanted to jump down on the spot to take care of those ignorant minorities on behalf of Zheng Feng.

But he finally held back and chose to watch how Zheng Feng controlled the situation.

It would be a violation for him to interfere now.

In fact, the test for each participating team has already begun.

"You want to be a strong attacker?"

Zheng Feng ignored Edgar's chattering and came to Mata first, looking down at the three-year-old and two-month-old blonde girl.

Mata raised his head, his pale face facing Zheng Feng without any fear. With a firm look in his eyes, he said heavily, "Yes, Captain!"

Zheng Feng, who was already about 1.6 meters tall, squatted down and said with a smile, "Why?"

Mata answered in a crisp and powerful voice, "Because I want to do more great things! I want to become a more useful person!"

Zheng Feng smiled even more brilliantly and pointed at Edgar Julian, "You are definitely not my opponent, there is no doubt about it. Edgar is the second strongest attacker, you can try a simulated sparring with him, if you win, I will let you be the strongest attacker."

"Okay!"

Mata's answer was still loud.

Fifteen minutes later, the two walked out of the simulator one after the other. She answered in a still loud voice, "I lost! I obeyed the captain's arrangement!"

Zheng Feng asked the two to return to the line, but said to Mata, "You are just forced to accept my orders now, not willingly. You just know that in my team, a strong attacker is not your position, but you still think that one day in the future when you join another special operations team, you will still work hard to become a strong attacker, right?"

"Yes, captain."

"You are wrong. If you want to be more useful, then you should stay in the field you are better at..."

"I am good at fighting, not a long-range sniper!"

Zheng Feng waved his hand, and a simulated picture appeared in front of everyone.

It was a picture of a charming blond woman roaming the front battlefield.

She was controlling a small to medium-sized slender Xuanyuan armor, and her two mechanical arms were holding two dark long guns that were as long as the armor itself. She moved

around the battlefield flexibly, and a large amount of data was quickly delivered to all directions with her as the transfer.

Two dark long guns fired from time to time, firing real energy streams, sometimes to support comrades who were at a disadvantage and about to die, and sometimes to cooperate with comrades who had gained an advantage on the front line to kill the low-level as quickly as possible.

At the same time, there were a large number of nano-combat robots that kept shuttling at high speeds, using this armor as their "aircraft" to go back and forth on it, completing tasks such as charging, repairing, and submitting collected materials for analysis.

Although she had never entered the battle zone within a million kilometers, her highly predictive long-range firepower and crucial information hub function still allowed her to play an extremely important role in this battle.

"This is the 'wingman' type positioning I gave you. You are wrong. You think this is not important, but in fact, the lives of all the special forces are tied to you. Your influence is no longer just your business, but everyone's business. If you do your job well, the special forces will be more powerful and get twice the result with half the effort. If you make a mistake or are lazy, then your comrades will be killed by you, and not just one."

This time, Mata Nicklaus nodded blankly.

She was frightened by Zheng Feng.

Then Zheng Feng pointed the muzzle of the gun at Edgar without stopping.

"Boy, you just said you want to wear the God of War series too? Be a free man?"

"Yes, Captain!"

"But you know if I want to satisfy you, I have to reduce the equipment allocated to others."

"In order to exert superior firepower, this kind of resource diversion is necessary!"

Zheng Feng showed the team members another projection video of a battlefield record.

This video was taken from the March Battle of Star Z. A 35-man team was unfortunately exposed while performing a tracking mission and was besieged.

During the breakout process, the elite in the first combat sequence were hit hard one after another. When they broke through the enemy's encirclement to the last layer, they ran out of ammunition and food. Under this circumstance, the fourteen combat members of the two reserve teams started the second round of charge in pairs.

In the previous battle, the reserve team members were stationed in the center, covering the hub while also recuperating, learning and analyzing the characteristics of enemy aircraft.

When the first-order combat members ran out of fuel, the reserve team, which was waiting for the opportunity, took over in time and evacuated all the injured comrades smoothly.

"I believe you have seen similar cases before. But that's other people's business. You haven't really been on the battlefield. Then I want to ask you two questions." Zheng Feng stared at Edgar Julian, "First, are you good enough to defeat six reserve comrades alone? Can you?"

Edgar was stunned and turned his face away slightly, "I can't do it."

"Second, you should know that better equipment means a better survival rate. Do you think your own life is more important than the other six people?"

Edgar waved his hand quickly, "No! But..."

Zheng Feng chuckled, "But what?"

"But isn't yours also from the God of War series?"

Zheng Feng pointed at himself. "I am me and you are you. I can fight six people alone, so I feel at ease wearing it. If you want to get more resources, you have to rely on real skills, not just talk. There is no point in empty talk. If you really want to wear the God of War series, then just follow my arrangements and practice with me. When we beat the First Pioneer Academy and become planetary representatives, we will naturally get more integrated performance quotas. By then, let alone the God of War series, even if you want to wear the more advanced Dongfeng series, that's no problem!" "

Okay, okay, I understand."

Edgar, the brat with a worse temper than his ability, finally lowered his proud head.

Zheng Feng turned back to look at Morrison, "Do you have any other opinions?"

Morrison Scott answered decisively: "The captain is right! I am ashamed of my previous ignorance!"

Zheng Feng nodded with satisfaction, "Very good."

Ding Hu, who had been peeking and listening from a distance, was very amused.

I thought Zheng Feng could have some brilliant ideas, but it turned out to be such a childish preaching.

He just pulled one and beat one, first appeasing Mata, then suppressing Edgar, that's all.

But the amazing thing is that it actually worked on the spot.

Brother Hu scratched his head, thinking that Zheng Feng seemed to understand the mind of children better than himself.

Although the IQ of these kids in the Flying Tigers develops faster and they learn academic subjects faster, their emotional intelligence still seems to be immature, and they cannot be compared with Tang Tianxin, a super genius who is born with knowledge.

Over there, after calming down the situation, Zheng Feng began to give a mobilization speech.

"Everyone has five minutes to rest and adjust! Then get on the simulator! Your task this morning is to observe and learn from the first-person perspective of an assault operation that the Aristocratic Attack Team led by Spartacus participated in ten years ago! The Aristocratic Attack Team at that time had exactly thirty people, and its personnel configuration was exactly the same as ours now."

"Everyone must figure out as quickly as possible what your role is in a special forces team and what work you should complete."

"The slogan of our Flying Tigers is, sharp! Tenacious! Brave! Professional! Remember these eight words! The most important thing here is professionalism! What I mean by professionalism is to learn from each other's strengths and overcome each other's weaknesses. I know that the people in our Flying Tigers were eliminated from other classes through the last-in-first-out system! Edgar, don't laugh, I don't care what your reasons are, you are also eliminated. But I hope you remember that being eliminated last time does not mean that you will be eliminated for the rest of your life!"

"Maybe now, except for me, the individual level of each of you is not as good as that of other classes, but that doesn't matter. We are not going to fight one-on-one with others, we are a team!"

"We can strike back through teamwork and defeat the enemy with an inferiority complex! A real battlefield is the best way to hone a person. I know that many people were once mediocre, but as long as they can step onto the battlefield and survive, and summarize the lessons learned after each action, they can grow rapidly! Do you understand? If you understand, go to work!"

Ding Hu, who was far away, was stunned.

Since humans have received the mark of the Destiny Convention, there have been very few military officers who have given similar speeches before actions.

Because there is no need. With the Destiny Convention, humans do not need others to "get excited" like this.

It has been too long since I heard a mobilization speech, not to mention that Zheng Feng's words were not of any standard. They were very old-fashioned and even seemed very naive and shallow, so that Ding Hu was embarrassed and a little angry.

But something strange happened.

The twenty-nine children's reactions when Zheng Feng just started talking were similar to what Ding Hu imagined, and they must have felt very uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, when Zheng Feng started talking, Ding Hu could clearly see that the children's heartbeats were speeding up, and the intensity of the quantum storm in their brains was also significantly increased.

In particular, the two first-sequence warriors Qin Wu and Li Qingqing had the biggest reactions, and their blood pressure increased a lot.

Ding Hu dropped his jaw in shock and rubbed his temples, a little confused.

"Is this okay?"

Ding Hu looked at the parameters provided by the teaching analysis team on the other side in a timely manner, and was even more shocked.

Damn it!

The imprint of the Covenant of Destiny in these children's hearts showed signs of loosening! :(/

Wait!

It seems...

it is said...

the seal of the fate covenant in Tang Tian's heart is also loosening.

Zheng Feng, this stinky boy, is poisonous!

Just a few words of cannon can destroy the seal of the fate covenant of a person?

Are you a long-lost mysterious professional, a hypnotist?

No, I have to report it quickly, who knows whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. No

matter what Brother Hu is thinking at this moment, Zheng Feng is not idle.

After the plan was finalized, the Flying Tigers began intensive joint training.

As for the plan of the joint training, Zheng Feng also has Time is running out.

In the next few days, Zheng Feng will stop the regular individual training and make a complete arrangement to quickly combine 30 people including himself into a well-coordinated team.

At this time, there are 2,100 elementary school classes in the First Pioneer Academy.

The Flying Tigers participated in the elementary classes, accounting for one-third, with a total of nearly 800 classes.

In the end, only ten classes were able to break through the siege.

No matter how beautiful Zheng Feng's words are, it is not easy to achieve something.