Today marks Zhang Fan's tenth battle since arriving in this Level 2 interstellar civilization nation called "Ryan." If he survives this battle, he will automatically gain citizenship of the Principality of Ryan.
According to the carbon-based civilization classification system, they define planets with interplanetary travel capabilities as Type 1 civilizations, those with interstellar travel capabilities as Type 2 civilizations, and those with intergalactic travel capabilities as Type 3 civilizations.
The "flight capability" here doesn't mean you can launch an interstellar spaceship; it refers to the ability to freely enter and exit the spacecraft.
For example, if someone pinches their nose, holds their breath, jumps into the water, and then comes back up, they are not considered to be a swimmer; you need to have the ability to move freely in and out of the water.
According to this classification, then Earth is what they call a civilization that has just entered the Level 1 stage?
No wonder they don't want to talk to me.
If we apply this situation to the old Earth, it would be easy to understand:
If a group of uncivilized black men came to your country in a wrecked ship, do you think you would treat them as honored guests and give them a warm welcome, or tell them to go back to where they came from?
Some might say, "No, the Americas used to welcome Black people." But you have to think about it carefully. Did they treat Black people as human beings back then? They were just working animals, weren't they?
In a "civilized" society, where people cannot be treated like livestock and must be treated as "human beings" and have their basic welfare borne by society, many "civilized" societies would treat these black refugees as a monstrous threat and reject them outright.
Carbon-based civilizations also have their own cosmic laws, which prevents higher-level civilizations from openly ravaging lower-level civilizations.
Expecting a higher-level civilization to help a lower-level civilization improve its technological development? Do you think that's possible? Why should they help you?
Which European country in the last century ever proactively helped the African continent improve its technological development, even if it was just a small favor?
They wished that the Black Continent would forever remain just a source of raw materials and a poor continent from which they could dump their surplus industrial products.
It turns out that civilizations in the universe have a strict hierarchy.
It turns out that in the eyes of those in high positions, low-level civilizations are like parasites.
So, humans are just an unwelcome "black uncle" to them...
Pooh!
After finishing the compressed biscuits, Zhang Fan gently spat out the dirty water that had splashed into his mouth, lowered himself again, and submerged his nose and below in the puddle.
Zhang Fan glanced at the battlefield recorder on his arm.
Every soldier in the Ryan National Army wears a battlefield recorder on their arm.
The main function of a battlefield recorder is to record battle results and locate the position of soldiers. Squad commanders can use the recorder to determine the position of their soldiers in real time and issue instructions.
The battlefield recorders of Ryan's mercenaries have an additional function: restricting soldiers from leaving their combat radius.
As expected, they distrusted "outsiders".
For soldiers who generate abnormal data, such as those who have been away from the combat zone for an extended period of time, the battlefield recorder will record the data and upload it to the combat command center.
The combat command center can issue mandatory orders to this soldier. If the soldier fails to comply, in addition to facing punishment for violating military orders, his previous combat record will be reset to zero.
To obtain Ryan citizenship, you must start accumulating battles from the beginning.
However, Zhang Fan felt that Ryan did not want to grant citizenship to "outsiders".
Otherwise, why would he be assigned to the airborne troops and jump deep into enemy territory during the tenth combat mission?
When Zhang Fan, carrying a pot on his back, was kicked off the rear cabin of an old-fashioned propeller transport plane by the supervising officer, he felt like he had seen a ghost.
Even on Earth, transport helicopters were already widely used for deep troop deployment in the last century. Why would we have to jump off a propeller transport plane with a parachute on our backs here?
Is this really a Type 2 civilization?
Zhang Fan had clearly put in a lot of effort to survive until the tenth battle.
In the first nine battles, all his comrades in the same unit were promoted, but he was still the lowest-ranking private.
But Zhang Fan wasn't envious at all.
What's there to envy about the dead?
Zhang Fan felt nothing for the warring parties, the Duchy of Ryan and the Khanate of Fass, let alone any sense of belonging to the Duchy of Ryan. He joined the battle solely for that "green card."
It's impossible to risk everything; the only way to maintain a semblance of life is to keep living a haphazard existence.
During his three months in the recruit camp, Zhang Fan did his best to demonstrate his talent in logistics. During each field training exercise, he could use a large pot to find all sorts of fresh and piping hot food from the surrounding dense forest.
Especially when the soldiers of the Ryan National Army were eating and sleeping in the open, gnawing on cold and hard compressed rations, suddenly being given a pot of this stuff was like a dimensional reduction in the impact on their stomachs.
You little brats! Five thousand years of Chinese culinary culture can't even satisfy you hungry ghosts?
Even the head instructor in charge of recruit training almost had his eyes pop out after taking a bite of Zhang Fan's hotpot during a field training exercise.
Thus, Zhang Fan, as an "outsider," was exceptionally assigned to the logistics unit, becoming the only cook in the mercenary group.
The cookhouse remains, but the staff changes constantly.
With the survival philosophy of "playing it safe if you can win, running away if you can't" and "playing it safe to the end", Zhang Fan finally survived to the end and was about to win the game. Then, a paratrooper appeared.
Are you kissing me?
Have you ever heard of cooks having to carry cooking pots and parachute into the desert?
Zhang Fan gently pressed his arm close to the water's surface again, glanced at the battlefield recorder, and confirmed that, apart from him, the entire 102nd Airborne Brigade of the Ryan Army had been killed in action.
Damn it!
Taking such outdated weapons and airdropping them behind enemy command posts is not a decapitation strike, but rather sticking your head out for the enemy to chop off.
Have the military commanders of the Duchy of Ryan eaten shit? Or have they lost their minds?
Zhang Fan is currently the only survivor of the 102nd Airborne Brigade.
Following the principle that "if the brigade commander dies, the regimental commander takes over; if the regimental commander dies in battle, the battalion commander takes over...", Zhang Fan is now the supreme commander of the 102nd Airborne Brigade.
If he leaves the combat zone at this moment, the battlefield recorder will not report this as an abnormal record to the combat command center.
The problem is we can't move! Damn it!
Based on his experience navigating the underground insect nests on Mars, Zhang Fan took advantage of the darkness last night to traverse the dense forest, dodging several waves of mobile sentries from the Fas Khan army. At dawn, he arrived at this relatively loosely guarded area, thinking he could finally catch his breath and rest.
Just as he was feeling secretly pleased, he discovered at daybreak that he had made his way to the temporary command post of the Third Division of the Fas Khan Army.
Damn it!
No wonder the defenses suddenly seemed to have loosened up a bit; it turns out they've reached the enemy's central base.
This is understandable. The 102nd Airborne Brigade was deployed to the rear of the 3rd Division headquarters of the Fas Khan Army. Zhang Fan was on his way back to the Rhine National Army, so he naturally passed by the enemy's command post.
If Zhang Fan were a qualified Ryan soldier, he should be carrying a bomb and shouting "Long live Ryan!" as he runs towards the command tent a hundred meters away.
As soon as the "boom" sounded, Zhang Fan felt that there was no doubt that Grand Duke Ryan would personally posthumously award him the rank of Major General.
Pooh!
Only an idiot would do that.
Zhang Fan lowered his body again, trying to submerge himself as much as possible in the water.
"How is the operation to eliminate enemy forces going?"
Domir Khan, the lieutenant general commander of the 3rd Division of the Fashan State, known as the "Eagle of Fashan," was stationed at the temporary command post.
"General, the 102nd Airborne Brigade of the Ryan National Army has been completely annihilated!" An officer beside him saluted and replied in a loud voice, "The military police have already used thermal imaging to clear the battlefield and confirmed that no enemy soldiers survived!"
“I have no interest in these insects that have been thrown down.” Domir Khan showed no joy. “What I care about is that fox that crawled in. Where did it go?”
"General, last night, the special forces team led by Major General Huangfu Qingyi of the Ryan National Army was surrounded by our army." The reporting officer hesitated for a moment, "Huangfu Qingyi broke through under cover of darkness and is currently being pursued by our army."
"Huangfu Qingyi is a student of Marshal Zhu Yifu of the Ryan National Army. We must not underestimate him," Domir Khan instructed.
"Yes, General! I will send more pursuit troops!" The officer said before leaving the command tent.
Marshal Zhu Yifu of the Republic of Ryan and Marshal Milovic of the Republic of Fashan were mortal enemies. This was common knowledge in both warring countries.
As a student of Milovich, Domir Khan was naturally particularly interested in Huangfu Qingyi, a student of Zhu Yifu.
"Reporting, General!"
A Fazkhan officer, beaming with delight, slipped into the command tent.
"We've captured Huangfu Qingyi!"
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