"Chen Feng, accept my condolences."

Tang Tianxin, dressed in a neat military uniform, took Ding Hu's urn from Chen Feng and placed it on the bell tower beside him.

Chen Feng nodded expressionlessly.

Sadness, not really.

He was just not used to the feeling of an acquaintance dying in front of him before the show was over.

He hated this feeling, which was why he always wanted to keep a distance from others when he was in the army.

But when you are in the rivers and lakes, you can't help yourself.

This time, he had been with Brother Hu for too long and too much time without realizing it, so the square-faced man left some marks in his heart with a carving knife.

He jumped up, holding the alloy knife in his hand, and carved another name on the huge bell tower.

Ding Hu.

"Salute! Salute!"

Tang Tianxin stepped forward and shouted.

Below the stage, tens of thousands of instructors and recruits in the entire Snow Mountain Base saluted in unison.

The military song "Bath of Fire" sounded in the air again.

Everyone saluted.

The strong wind blew the bright red flags, the sound of hunting, and the atmosphere was murderous.

Along with the loud military songs, Tang Tianxin shouted with her clear voice.

"The general died in a hundred battles and returned wrapped in his horse's hide. Instructor Ding left first, and we will not let his blood be shed in vain! Go back to the training base and continue training!"

The large group of people, who were crowded together, went to their respective training places in silence again.

Chen Feng threw himself back into training, more focused and more dedicated than before.

He even forgot the original intention of coming here to copy songs.

His motive was simple.

Whenever he let his mind relax, he couldn't help but recall Brother Hu's last words.

Although the hope is slim, almost zero, this time he will follow Brother Hu's wish and try to fight on the front line.

Try to feel the feeling of running hard towards the distant goal of becoming a savior.

After all, he has to live with his share and strive to live to the end of civilization.

Chen Feng's dedication has caused the technical personnel in the base who are responsible for equipment maintenance and logistics to suffer.

He could always handle accelerations above 23G easily, but the Qinglong Armor itself couldn't withstand it.

The failure rate of his training equipment was too high, and almost every training would cause large-scale cracks in the important parts and joints of the Qinglong Armor.

"Please, can you take it easy? You break one set every day, and the general assembly department has customized seven sets for you according to your body shape, which are not enough for you. Do you know how much it costs to fully repair the Qinglong Armor? What's more, many of your parts are irreversibly damaged! You have to burn tens of millions of credit points every day, enough for tens of thousands of ordinary residents to consume in a year!"

Looking at the Qinglong Armor that was constantly shedding metal fragments, Professor Ouyang was so distressed that he said so.

It's too uncomfortable.

Only half an hour has passed since Chen Feng used the serum, and another set has been destroyed!

Chen Feng converted it in his mind. If it were applied to the era in which he lived, it would be equivalent to spending hundreds of millions of RMB a day.

Not bad.

He asked back: "Professor Ouyang, according to the military's consistent philosophy, isn't this reasonable? Good steel should be used on the blade. Isn't the meaning of my existence to test the limits of human individual combat power? Have I done anything wrong?"

Professor Ouyang's mouth twitched, "That being said, I don't mean to blame you. I just feel sorry for these good equipment. Alas. "

Chen Feng retorted, "I have been training for so long, but I still can't touch my limit. These things are holding me back. How can this be good equipment? If the operator has to suppress his own ability to adapt to the equipment, then what is the point of this training? If I don't make any progress, then what is the point of practicing?"

Professor Ouyang actually thought in his heart that there is really no need to practice.

Chen Feng has already raised the operating limit level of all mankind too much.

The military has already re-compiled the Qinglong Armor training course based on the data collected from his daily training.

This new course has raised the Qinglong Armor driving skills of all mankind to a level that is beyond the reach of almost all operators.

So far, even the second-year talent in the army, who has the fastest learning progress, has only completed less than a quarter of the new textbook.

And the tutorial becomes more difficult as it goes on.

According to the data simulation of the central intelligent computer, in the remaining year, no one can complete half of the new textbook that has been compiled.

So, in a sense, humans really no longer need Chen Feng to practice hard.

As Chen Feng himself once said, even if the strength of an individual soldier is so strong that it breaks through the sky, it is just a drop in the bucket in the face of the overall situation.

Chen Feng may become the longest and tallest board in the barrel effect, but this cannot make the barrel hold even one more drop of water.

Today, the world's military leaders still tolerate Chen Feng's extravagant waste of resources. On the one hand, they still hope to see how high the peak of human combat capability is through his progress, and on the other hand, it is also a compensation for Chen Feng's contribution.

The military leaders even reveal a concept.

Human beings, as carbon-based mammals, limit the height of Chen Feng.

Although human beings have already broken out of the earth and even established bases with production capabilities on Mercury, Venus and Mars, the total amount of energy that humans can dominate so far has just exceeded the total amount that the entire earth can obtain from solar radiation each year.

Therefore, humans have just crossed the boundary of Type I civilization - the civilization of the mother planet with great difficulty, and are moving towards Type II civilization - the stage of planetary civilization like a baby, and are still at the lowest level of the Kardashev civilization scale.

The human brain and nervous system have not yet evolved and have not adapted to the new interstellar era.

The current situation of the mother civilization being too low limits the heights that people like Chen Feng, who have extraordinary potential, can ultimately reach, and the universe has left no time for humans and Chen Feng to continue to move forward.

If there had not been this disaster, if Chen Feng had been born a few thousand years later, when the human race had completed the next stage of evolution, and had obtained a more powerful brain, a more complete cosmic observation capability, and a more stable and more efficient nervous system, then perhaps he would have been able to exert the true limit of his power. Perhaps

Chen Feng even represents the next stage of humanity and can be regarded as a "superhuman" or a "post-human."

But everything came too late, there was no time.

Humankind, the mother civilization, owed Chen Feng a debt.

Therefore, although his training was a bit resource-intensive, it was still acceptable and he had some expectations, so the military leaders did not stop him.

"Okay, I can't persuade you, but you should take it easy and don't get stress injuries."

"Yeah."

Professor Ouyang left.

Chen Feng put on the simulator again and felt the fake 28G.

It's a pity that the real machine can't withstand this intensity and will fall apart in an instant. He can only imagine what it feels like in the simulator used for training.

After using the real machine, no matter how realistic the simulator is, it can't meet his needs.

Not long after, a notification came from Chen Feng's helmet.

"Second Lieutenant Chen Feng, please suspend the training and go to Major General Tang Tianxin's office."

Chen Feng went to the headquarters with a puzzled mood.

After the end of the military competition, Tang Tianxin disappeared for a while, and no one knew what the general was busy with.

Why did she summon him as soon as she came back?

Knock on the door.

"Come in."

Chen Feng walked in.

Tang Tianxin was facing away from him, looking up at the three-dimensional star map constructed with the solar system as the background, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Chen Feng was about to ask her what she wanted to talk to him about, but she turned around, looked at him carefully for a few seconds, then walked to the side, picked up a cup from the shelf, and poured Chen Feng a glass of orange juice. "Would you like a drink?"

Chen Feng took the cup and took a sip. "

Well, General, you wanted to talk to me?" Tang Tianxin sat down next to him and nodded. "Yes, have you decided which spaceship to choose?"

Chen Feng was at a loss. "I just I have been reporting to you all day, wanting to see the status of each spaceship in the fleet group, but you are not at the base, and I haven't seen any information, so I can't make a decision. "

Tang Tianxin smiled lightly, "I deliberately didn't show it to you." Chen

Feng said that he was not surprised, and expected it, "But this is the right of the champion of the military competition. General Tang, if you don't show it to me now, I will naturally see it when I board the ship next month."

"Can't you just choose Tianxin directly?" Tang Tianxin asked unwillingly.

Chen Feng shook his head, "This is not fair to me and other captains."

Tang Tianxin seemed to see through him, "Sly, this is not your real purpose."

"It doesn't matter." Chen Feng smiled calmly.

Tang Tianxin took a deep breath, "I'm afraid you still don't know enough about me. You may be considered a genius across generations in the field of Qinglong Armor control. And I, Tang Tianxin, the youngest battleship frigate commander in history, am a genius in the field of combat command! Only on my battleship can you truly become the sharp knife that mankind needs."

Chen Feng made her laugh, "Really? Then can you tell me, what kind of enemy are we going to face? How are you going to use me? What kind of enemy should I face with what posture? What kind of enemy should I stab with this sharp knife?"

Tang Tianxin's expression froze.

Chen Feng's question stumped her.

So far, the military has spent hundreds of years calculating hundreds of millions of possibilities about what kind of civilization the enemy is and how the war will break out, but none of them can be called a definite result.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. I'll let you look up the information tomorrow."

"Thank you, General."

"I will also use my personal relationship to ask the researchers at the Xuanwu Academy to specifically design and improve the performance of the Qinglong Armor for you, and try to come up with a higher-performance improved model. I have been working on this recently."

Chen Feng was overjoyed, "Thank you, General!"

"But you have to agree to one condition of mine."

"Please speak."

Tang Tianxin took a deep breath and stared at Chen Feng with a burning gaze, "You have to have a child with me."