at the same time.
On the edge of the Zerg star system, the First Legion is conducting live-fire military exercises.
A massive fleet of warships, arrayed in a grand procession, lay anchored in the vast expanse of space.
Inside each warship, the female soldiers, some standing and some sitting, were intently watching the battle on the screens.
The same was true of Admiral Olympus, with his red hair and pink eyes.
He was leaning against a load-bearing pillar, holding a glass of fiery liquor, listening to the discussion of the soldiers around him.
—This batch of new recruits is pretty good, but we didn't get enough of a fight!
—Yes, back when I enlisted, I was so desperate to kill the bugs that I almost blew up my warship and took the other team down with me.
—The competition was incredibly fierce in my year too!
—This is just the faction battle; let's keep watching. The team battles later will be the most interesting.
—Yes, team competitions are much more interesting! Let's pick the [King of Soldiers] right away!
How many new recruits are there this year? Around 8 million, right?
—According to the published data, it seems to be only 6 million.
Each transport ship can accommodate 60,000 new recruits, who should have already participated in the "Rookie King" tournament before they arrived.
—100 transport ships? That would be just enough for 100 rookie kings to compete for the final title of King of Soldiers.
Listening to the heated discussion around him, Ulysses, leaning against a pillar, took a sip of his drink and asked in confusion:
"Don't you know? Among this batch of new recruits, there is a member of the Shovel Tribe. There's no need to choose a King of Soldiers."
Upon hearing this, the soldiers nearby all looked over.
"Huh? The Shovel Tribe?"
"I remember, the Stag tribe wasn't..."
Ulysses nodded:
"Just as you think, the Stag Clan from Emperor Star."
The soldiers nearby stared in astonishment, their mouths agape.
One of them even cried out in disbelief:
"Huh? What's wrong in the star field? Why are even the Shovel Clan showing up?"
"Brother, tell us quickly! We just got back from an extraterrestrial exploration mission, and we haven't been able to connect to the StarNet for three or four years."
“Actually, I just got back too, but I heard…” Ulysses sat down and told everyone about the First Prince Roderick.
The female soldiers present were all astonished upon hearing this.
Ulysses pointed to the enormous screen on the warship and said:
"Look at this faction competition, there are four factions: red, blue, yellow, and green."
The reason the Red team has been constantly targeted is because of the Crown Prince.
Those present suddenly realized what was going on.
"I see. That explains why they attacked the red team as soon as they came up, as if they had planned it together."
During the new recruit military exercise, all the female soldiers of the First Army who were able to attend would come to watch on time.
A dedicated network has been set up in this empty starry sky to broadcast the military exercises.
Throughout the warships, large and small, people heard about the Shovel Clan and the First Prince who had been driven off Imperial Star.
Among the Zerg, there has always been a saying that the Stags are the strongest.
But the Stag Clan is too mysterious; they have lived in seclusion on Emperor Star for thousands of years without ever emerging into the world.
Many female soldiers expressed doubts and disagreements about the title of "strongest species".
Now that Roderick has appeared, he has piqued the curiosity of all the female soldiers.
Especially after the red team wins the team battle.
Countless female soldiers are eagerly anticipating Roderick's performance in the doubles team competition.
The faction battles have ended, and it's a break in preparation for the team battles.
The new recruit training instructors are reviewing the entire battle.
To prevent cheating, the commanders of the four factions (red, blue, yellow, and green) submitted their quantum computers together.
The personal information, combat tactics, and command process of the four female insects were directly projected onto the giant light screen.
The Red Team's temporary commander was none other than Roderick.
The new recruits' rest room.
Roderick, with a bag of nutrient solution in his mouth, lay with his arms outstretched on the chair, looking at the giant light screen in the void.
He was listening intently to his mentor's comments, as the mentor pointed out his weaknesses.
His silver hair was still wet, and it was all pulled back from his head.
He had just come off the battlefield and rushed into the bathroom to shower and cool down; white steam was still rising from his body.
James, sitting in the chair next to him, said sourly:
"Your combat strength is impressive, but I didn't expect you to have such a talent for command. You truly deserve to be called a shovel tribe member."
"Heh." Roderick grinned and took a big gulp of his nutritional supplement:
“I’m not a good commander, I just have combat instincts. I can only handle new recruits. Look at my mentor, he listed a bunch of my mistakes. I think my mentor is right.”
Upon hearing this, James rolled his eyes and mimicked the bared teeth of a parrot:
"Ha, my command wasn't great, just so-so, only first among the new recruits! You're such a show-off, you're like a plastic bag! Wait? What's that?"
"Um?"
The two simultaneously uttered a question and looked closely at the giant light screen.
The instructor is going over Roderick's command process.
It uses a Roderick optical computer.
Just now, a friend request suddenly popped up on my computer.
[It's me, the male insect who left the message in the mirror.]
The female soldiers watching the battle recap made curious noises, causing an uproar on every warship.
During the debriefing, the mentor glanced at the account, blacklisted it, and then continued explaining.
The tutor treated this message as a trivial little incident.
The blacklist has records, so no matter who this bug is, once Roderick gets his computer back, he can release it and start talking again.
But to the tutor's surprise, this account was like an unkillable rogue virus.
Even though I've already blocked them, they still force me to send friend requests.
Pop-up windows are hard to avoid.
Moreover, the content of the applications is becoming increasingly outrageous.
[It's me, the most handsome male insect you know!]
It's me, I'm your only male!
Do you remember that craze? Me and you.
The various warships were bustling with activity at this moment.
All the female soldiers couldn't help but stand up, their eyes glued to the screen. They watched the drama unfold and discussed it loudly.
So there was a hidden story behind the eldest prince's elopement?
Inside the new recruits' rest room.
Roderick's face turned red, and he stood up abruptly, immediately wanting to rush out.
He's going to retrieve the quantum computer!
James quickly grabbed him:
"Are you crazy? Calm down. The mentor is in the studio, on another starship. How are you going to find him?"
Roderick stared intently at the enormous screen, his entire body trembling.
This is that fake submissive! He's going to find him!
James sighed:
"Brother, calm down. Your face is redder than my hair. Are you afraid of being caught cheating?"
What are you afraid of?! If a male insect tries to seduce me, I'll want the whole universe to know!
Perhaps it was James's shameless words that persuaded Roderick.
He stopped rushing out and instead looked at the huge screen to see how his mentor would handle the situation.
Inside the studio.
The new mentor, who was giving a speech, had reached her limit.
This is a military exercise! Countless female soldiers are present!
He was speaking peacefully, but this interruption made his head spin with anger, and he was completely confused.
Enough is enough; there's no need to endure it any longer.
It's me, the male who picked up your leftover nutritional supplements and rummaged through the trash.
The friend request popped up again.
The tutor immediately clicked "add".
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