As we all know, more than 80% of the educational resources in the entire Lieyang 3 star system are accumulated on Planet 7.

At the same time, among the countless hidden human bases surrounding the Yunding star field, the Lieyang 3 star system has the highest level of scientific research and education, and the strongest comprehensive strength.

Therefore, the qualifying competition within the First Pioneer Academy is a kind of selection for the Planet 7 seed team, and it may even be regarded as a half-seed selection competition for the Yunding star field.

The direct competitors of the Flying Tigers are more than 800 junior classes, with a total of more than 25,000 students.

Most of these classes are various professional classes that focus on participation and adhere to the principle of "friendship first, competition second". The meaning of participating in this competition is to experience war.

Under normal circumstances, mankind does not need outstanding talents in other professional fields to work part-time in the military.

First, this is a waste of talent. Second, professional soldiers, especially combat positions, have outrageously high requirements for personnel quality. Ordinary people are not up to the task.

As for those former "oddballs" in Zheng Feng's Flying Tigers class, they would actually stand out among ordinary people.

The little Flying Tigers were eliminated from their original classes and fell into the dust simply because their competitors were too strong.

In short, there are a total of 200 combat sequence classes that pose a direct threat to the Flying Tigers.

Ding Hu walked around the teaching and research office a little anxiously, and his soles were almost rubbing against the ground to produce sparks.

He turned his head from time to time to look at the projection on the office wall, scratching his scalp from time to time.

You can't really blame him for losing his temper, it's because he's too worried.

Ding Hu knew how much effort the Flying Tigers had put in during these three days, and they had reaped rich rewards, but he just couldn't control his anxiety, just like an old father in ancient times who was about to send his daughter off to marry.

"Chief Ding, stop wandering around like this. Your anxiety or not won't change the outcome."

A female teacher in the office smiled and advised.

Ding Hu sat down with a grumble, "I know, it's just that I can't manage myself. I'm sorry."

"Chief Ding, you are now in charge of the entire armored combatant teaching department. You are too partial."

"Yes, Chief Ding, you see, the class we are in charge of also participated in the competition, but none of them is as excited as you. This is not the first military competition. The content of the assessment is very comprehensive. Basically, the result is already determined before the competition starts."

"So you'd better calm down and take a look at the simulation results given by the main brain. They are basically 10% accurate."

Everyone in the office was talking to each other. Although no one meant to squeeze Ding Hu, Brother Hu still felt a little ashamed.

As a spirited young man from the distant primitive galaxy, the solar system, he had inadvertently behaved like a country bumpkin.

But he quickly adjusted himself and attributed his impatience to the fact that Zheng Feng had led him into a ditch and the seal of the Fate Covenant had been shaken.

After calming down, Ding Hu also focused on the projection on the office wall.

At this time, countless codes representing different teams were changing alternately in the synchronous simulation operation.

Before each All-Imperial Competition, the descendants of the Mastermind Stars would conduct a rehearsal of all participating teams based on the huge amount of data collected in advance.

This can provide a reference for commanders of all levels who are watching the competition and preparing to select new recruits. They can set their needs in advance according to their own military organization, level and key manpower gaps, and then conduct targeted observations based on the simulation results provided by Fanxing to figure out whether the talented newcomers can form a good chemical reaction with their existing soldiers.

It can be roughly understood that the elite troops in the army can early target those elite squads or talented boys and girls who are rated higher by Fanxing. Ordinary special forces know that they cannot compete with elite troops, so they target those second-rate but outstanding guys who are worth cultivating.

Even by the intermediate classes in elementary school, some military units have contacted the schools in advance to intervene in teaching projects remotely, and to cultivate the little guys' specific abilities in certain areas in advance.

About thirty seconds later, the list on the projection screen stopped changing, indicating that the simulation operation of the stars was over.

The teachers began to comment on the list with interest.

Those who found that the excellent class they were in charge of as the head teacher was among the top ranked, then they were naturally proud.

Ding Hu looked at it for a moment, and a big stone fell from his heart.

Although the Flying Tigers did not rank in the top ten, they barely hung on the tail of the 20 qualifying places for the primary stage of the First Pioneer Academy.

Well, ranked 19th.

Brother Hu showed a fatherly smile on his face.

It's settled.

"Hey! Flying Tigers!"

There was a sudden cry of surprise from the crowd.

"The Flying Tigers is the class of the stubborn Zheng Feng, right? This is too exaggerated. How can they make it into the top 19?" "

There must be some miscalculation? Is there a problem with the parameter entry?"

"Let me take a look."

"No problem, that's strange."

Surprised voices rang out in the office again.

Ding Hu felt uncomfortable after hearing this.

But he couldn't say anything. After all, the confidentiality level of Zheng Feng's training situation seemed to be quite high, and other people were not qualified to read it.

These people also thought that the new version of the teaching materials prepared by Ding Hu was Ding Hu's own credit, and they didn't know that Zheng Feng had put a lot of effort into it.

Although Brother Hu was unhappy at this time, he could only hum in his heart.

Bah! A bunch of short-sighted people who look down on others.

At this time, the oldest old man stood up in the corner of the crowd.

The old man approached Ding Hu like a thief, and gently poked Ding Hu with his elbow, "Don't pay attention to their nonsense. They know nothing."

Ding Hu looked at the old man in astonishment, "Uh, that's right. Senior is right. Thank you senior."

This old man was transferred to the Armor Teaching Department only last year, and he has not taken over any specific class. He usually hangs around in the office, surfs the Internet, and occasionally helps other young and middle-aged instructors deal with some difficult problems.

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It is said that the old man is a second-generation member of the Unknown Fleet. He was also a very fierce warrior when he was young. Now that he is old and retired, he entered the First Pioneer Academy to take up teaching work and make use of his spare time.

The old man used to be in a very mysterious department, and only retired to the regular teaching department last year.

Brother Hu doesn’t know about this. The old man is one of the members of the Sage Project working group in the academy whose mentality was broken by Zheng Feng.

But the old man also made a mistake. He thought Ding Hu had also entered the Sage Plan. Seeing that others looked down on the reincarnation of the Sage, he thought that he and Ding Hu could have something in common, so he came up and said a few more words.

Fortunately, the old man had received very professional confidentiality training and did not reveal the important secrets of the Sage Plan in front of Ding Hu.

"Chief Ding, Zheng Feng's Flying Tigers are ranked so high, what do you think?"

The female teacher who had spoken to him earlier stretched her neck and laughed happily to Ding Hu who was standing behind the crowd.

Ding Hu rolled his eyes, "What Zheng Feng's Flying Tigers, they are my Flying Tigers! Everyone give them some face. No matter whether it succeeds or not, since the mastermind has said so, just believe it, ahem."

Everyone covered their mouths and laughed, and they understood each other tacitly.

As they were chatting, the picture on the projection screen finally changed again.

As the first round of participating teams, 40 teams including the Flying Tigers have been put into the first round of competition with physical simulation equipment.

This grouping mode is very scientific, not purely random, but a preliminary screening is carried out according to different strength ratings.

In this large battlefield, 36 of the 40 teams will be eliminated, and the remaining 4 will enter the next round.

"Hey! This is fun, this is the chicken-eating mode that tests the comprehensive strength of the special forces the most!"

Someone said at the front of the crowd.

Ding Hu frowned.

Damn it! Zheng Feng has never practiced the chicken-eating mode where the Flying Tigers have to pick up broken equipment to assemble.