Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Report, 328 people should arrive, and 328 people actually arrived. All members are assembled, please instruct!"

"Everyone has it, take a break!"

Dialect nodded solemnly, then clicked his watch, and a general map of the entire planet was displayed in front of everyone, "The entire planet has 4 continents, and each continent has a different number of alien civilization creatures, we currently Our mission is to clean up the alien civilization populations on our continent to ensure our survival."

Speaking in dialect, he clicked on the continent where he was currently located, and the scene on the light screen also zoomed in in real time, and the dense red dots were also displayed above, "These are our first targets to strike, a total of 54 One, it is planned to complete the strike within two days, the opponent's main combat weapon is cold weapon, and we are equipped with Shadow III power armor, so I don't want any loss in this battle."

"Understood!" Dialect shouted.

"Understood!" Everyone shouted in a loud voice that shot straight into the sky.

"I repeat it solemnly, I don't want any losses in this combat mission!" Dialect glanced at everyone's eyes and said word by word, then turned his head and pointed to the light screen again, "The relevant combat briefings are before It has been sent to your terminal, the route has been set, and the biological and chemical weapons have been loaded into the battle. Finally, I have a few requests."

Dialect said for a while, then walked to the front of everyone, looked at everyone's face and slowly raised a finger, "First, fast and efficient!"

"Second, never open your masks!"

After taking two steps, the dialect faced the crowd again, and then stretched out his ring finger, "Third, you can't mix any personal emotions. From now until the end of this mission, you only need to know one thing. One thing is that you are all machines, machines that only follow orders and have no emotions!"

"I know that everyone may have their own ideas in their hearts, but the earth sent you here, sent you this group of elite teachers, not to let you act according to your own ideas, tell me what your heaven is!"

"obey orders!"

"Fate!"

"die on the battlefield!"

"responsibility!"

"Defend the family and the country!"

"Everyone has it, stand at attention!" Fang Yan shouted, and then looked at the terminal he was equipped with, "Enter the cabin according to their respective teams and implement the established combat instructions!"

"Bah tart!" There was a neat stride sound, followed by the sound of neat running after another, and the dialect looked and nodded, and then walked to the side.

"Old Fang, I can't see it, there's quite a way to train people." A familiar voice sounded, Fang Yan smiled at the person in front of him, and then put down the document in his hand.

Kumamoto Qi, who had been in contact with a comrade-in-arms for more than a month during the second training, did not expect that he would become a member of the army, a commander of a grassroots company, and a member of this black operation.

"It's just like a cat and a tiger, it's not from the original instructor." Fang Yan reached out and clenched his fist and punched Kumamoto Qi with a smile. Then he looked around at the other soldiers who were quickly boarding the plane, and asked, "Are you ready? ?"

"Be ready at all times, get on the plane, you are the only one left." Kumamoto said with a smile, then put his arms around Dialect's shoulders and walked into the cabin, and at the same time leaned into Dialect's ear and asked softly, "Old Fang, By the way, what did you and Luo Qiao do in the first place, is there anything shameful about it, can the child play soy sauce now?"

"..."

Several black lines appeared on Fang Yan's face involuntarily. Looking at the old and mean-looking Xiong Benqi next to him, Shi Shiran replied, "So you are still an old bachelor?"

"Uh..." Kumamoto choked for a moment, embarrassment appeared on his face instantly, and then said indifferently, "What are you afraid of, the ratio of males and females on the spacecraft is one to one, I don't have to worry about finding a good man like me. , it should be upheld.”

"I'm afraid it's difficult!" Dialect glanced at Xiong Benqi, then shook his head and sighed and said these three words, "The ratio of males to females is one to three, and there are many people who can't find their wives. I see you, alas..."

Silent, the steps he was still walking stopped instantly, Kumamoto choked at the dialect who was shaking his head and constantly regretting, and then a word that could contain everything rose from his heart,

"Ha ha!"

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"Arrived at the designated position, the current altitude is 15,000 meters, the detector has been put in, and it has not been discovered by the other party!"

According to the different civilizations inhabiting the city at an altitude of 15,000 meters, five combat aircraft are suspended above, and the pilot in the cabin reports the situation at this time, which is extremely serious.

Although it is said that the enemy should be despised strategically, on the contrary, the enemy should be valued tactically. Even if the enemy is just a group of indigenous people with cold weapons, there should be no contempt.

"Data?" Kumamoto asked.

"The wind direction is southeast, the wind speed is 3.25m/s, the air humidity ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The city is within the coverage of biological and chemical weapons, and the biological and chemical weapons have been aimed at the designated explosion point." The person next to him quickly replied.

"Wait for the superior's order!" Kumamoto Qi replied, and then switched the communication channel to report, "The No. 1 formation is ready!"

After speaking, he waited quietly. Although the commander-in-chief of the operation was located in the cabin, his literacy allowed him to follow the plan of the operation instead of asking Dialect rashly.

"Drip...drip...drip..."

There was only a little noise left in the cabin, which seemed extremely quiet.

"The No. 2 formation is ready!"

"Team 3 is ready!"

Two consecutive voices rang in the ears of the dialect, and the dialect listened and said quickly, "Everyone has it, check the weapons and equipment, and close the mask!"

"Crack! Kick!"

There were a few crisp sounds in his ears, and the dialect also checked the rifle in his hand at the same time, then opened the mask, looked at the information on the light screen, took a breath and decisively said, "Immediately implement the combat mission!"

"Bioweapon, 3, 2, 1, launch!"

A little white light began to flicker in the sky, and the huge sonic boom made the alien civilization creatures on the ground who were still indulging in the leisure time in the afternoon look up at the sky.

"Nikon, let's go home..."

A child sat on his father's shoulder and pouted in dissatisfaction as he watched his father stop and turn his head to look at the sky, then raised his little head and looked at the beautiful white lines in the sky. He covered his mouth with his own little hand, his little eyes were full of wonder and longing, then he hugged his father's neck with one hand, and asked with the other pointing at the white-lined milk voice swooping down from above,

"Baba, is that a meteor?"