Tomorrow is the New Year, before the New Year, Li Yu, Hanlang, and the last batch of staff transferred from the Antarctic base will ship the materials and come to the Nazca Moor in southern Peru, the headquarters of the First Army and the undeveloped B-class relics of the earth, all located here.

Sitting on the aircraft looking down, the first to see is the famous Nazca line, a line that stretches for several kilometers, forming a variety of vivid patterns, engraved on the earth, and still no one can crack it.

Hercules transport aircraft skimmed through those magical patterns, the painting style suddenly changed, and a huge black starship appeared on the wasteland.

This is the Aerial Fortress-class cruiser, the Atlantic, which is more than 1,500 meters in length, nearly four hundred meters wide, as high as thirty stories, six main guns before and after, eighteen auxiliary side guns, four linkage missile launchers, two fixed space torpedo launchers, two jammer launchers, etc., with a series of heavy fire attack devices.

With a crew of 8,000, Atlantic, as the only starship of the Earth Federation, Atlantic has an important mission to guard the Earth.

Unfortunately, although the Atlantic is very high in force, it is only one, unable to distribute defenses to every corner of the earth, and those predators are using the weakness of the Earth's starship to make a shot and change places, often without waiting for the Atlantic to arrive, the enemy has escaped.

After crossing the Atlantic, it was the main base of the First Army and the entrance to the B-class ruins.

A white circular building surrounds the entrance of the ruins, and tens of thousands of super-powers add the Atlantic arch, and if the looters want to destroy the B-class ruins of the earth, they will weigh their strength.

Just after Christmas, it was New Year's Eve, but there were no lights in the base, no celebration, and the Hercules transport aircraft landed somewhat lonely at the airport a few kilometers away from the base.

Han Lang followed Li Fishing to the base in a jeep, and saw many soldiers jogging in the night along the way, some people were holding thick books under the outdoor lights, and the training center was overcrowded.

The jeep stopped in the base yard, and Li Yu looked around and said, "Next year is the Galactic Congress, everyone in the army is very nervous, so when Longchuan proposed to celebrate the New Year, no one responded at all, this is the pressure."

"Come with me, I'll take you to another group of young people who take the stress test."

Nazca base has a separate circular building, which is left to the earth's most promising to advance to the Galactic Congress of these talents, counting Han Lang is also one of them, so Li Yu took him to meet his future companions.

"Your department is expanded by the talent group of the headquarters, the headquarters originally had seven small monsters under the age of 30, but the grade is as high as four stars, plus the global selection of 32 members who hope to advance, a total of 49 people."

"Your supervisor is Longchuan, and he is also the captain of the Atlantic, because of the busy relationship, you may not see him often, yes, and you have a good relationship with the morning weight here."

Han Lang nodded, Longchuan had long heard of one of Clark's three teachers, and Li Yu, Tallinn, and said, had made an indelible contribution to the Earth Federation.

Now all three of them are in important positions, Li Yu is the director of the Heritage Administration, Tallinn is the head of the General Administration, and Longchuan has taken over the most important combat effectiveness on Earth, the Atlantic.

As elsewhere, there were no celebrations in the training camp, and Han Lang and Li Yue went directly to the training center, only to see that the dead fat man was training his leg strength in the morning, while doing sports and holding a bucket of beef jerky.

Compared to Han Lang saw him for the first time a few months ago, he was overweight and fat, and the bearded gangsters were bulging their bags, and their belly was about to pinch to the sky.

“Hanna!”

The morning heavy saw Han Lang, immediately holding a bucket of beef jerky to run, the training center of the alloy floor with the morning run again and tremble.

“Brother, I want to kill you!”The morning was very affectionately shouted.

Han Lang looked around, “Why are you the only one here, monk?”

Morning heavy left the mouth, "the monk's stress test has not passed, has been eliminated, and now he is attacking the hard team."

In addition to Han Lang, there are several people in the training room, and the morning rejuvenated sex son attacks, pulling Han Lang one by one to introduce.

Li Yu has other things, leaving first, enthusiastically with Han Lang to visit, the Federation for this group of promising to participate in the Galaxy conference young people spend a lot, training camp has its own simulation warehouse and various training facilities.

For a while, Han Lang was talking to him excitedly, and suddenly there was a cold sound in his ear.

“Are you Hana?”

Han Lang looked back and saw seven people coming out of the training center, all of whom were very old, and the obvious difference with others was that they all had very good combat uniforms and four-star badges of honor hanging on their chests.

Han Lang knows that this is the legendary headquarters of the seven geniuses, can be promoted to four stars before the age of 30, they all have impeccable potential, and Han Lang, morning heavy, these people are added in the later, the grade is all three stars.

It was just that these geniuses did not seem to be gregarious, especially for the first tall, thin and thin blond young man, whose eyes were very full of people, flattened a mouth, and coldly shouted Han Lang's name.

It should be said that Han Lang is the biggest difference between them, that is, although the level is not as high as them, Hanlang has been on the real battlefield, has seen blood, and has seen other super-power fighters fighting for their lives in the live broadcast of death, so Hanlang is relatively small, but it is more calm.

Smiling, Han Lang reached out and the blond tall teenager was ready to shake hands and said, “I am Han Lang, I haven’t asked my brother’s name yet?”

The blond and tall teenager hesitated, barely reaching out to Han Lang and frowning, "You're too late, and now, the training camp's horses are all in."

"As the old saying goes, there are no rules, tonight we will elect the battalion commander and deputy battalion commander, and we will have a master heart when we move forward."

Han Lang had no opinion on this, and the morning re-returned to one side.

Morning with a breath: "This group of guys is the most annoying, because of their own high rank, do not put our late three-star fighters in the eye, even training with us will not, they are seven of them alone."

Through the morning heavy communication, Han Lang knew that this blond tall young man was called Simberg, of Germanic descent, with four-star intermediate training, and all forty-nine people in the entire training camp counted, and only one of him reached such a high level.

Of course, in battle, the level does not represent all, but also depends on experience, courage, superpower attributes, and so on.

Simberg was very much led by the position, the forty-nine members of the camp far from the gym, silent: "I propose, to carry out a simulated battle, in order to choose the battalion commander of the training camp, the deputy battalion commander designated by the battalion commander, in the future, everyone will listen to everything in the future, unite together, early formation of combat effectiveness."

"Our old battalion unanimously elected me as the commander of the battalion, and you later elected a man."

Han Lang slightly frowned, the practice of Simberg a little bit of words, since everyone is a training camp, for the same goal to work hard, where to use what old players and new players?In doing so, Schingberg is suspected of engaging in small groups in the camp.

Simberg threw off his blond hair, glanced over the scene, and whispered, "If you have no opinion, the battalion commander will be me, and the deputy battalion commander I have appointed ambibe, who is also an excellent figure among our old players."

Ambebe was a very lively girl, in her early twenties, with good-looking wheat-colored skin and a pair of repairing legs, and when Simberg mentioned her, Amberbe smiled and waved everyone, and the character was obviously very cheerful.

“I do not agree!”

Seeing the dust settles, the morning weight suddenly pulled his voice and shouted loudly: "I think Hanlang is more qualified to be a battalion commander than you, he is not the same as us, once alone blocked the enemy more than ten times, protect the earth's most important C-level prehistoric relics, on the actual combat experience, Han Lang is a hundred times stronger than you!"If you were in the position of Han Lang that day, can you stop how a looter that is?”. .

The morning weight suddenly lifted Han Lang out, so that Han Lang slightly consteruous, opposite Simberg also looks not good, he has always been a genius, self-esteem is very high.

“If you don’t, do you dare to fight?”Schenberg cold.

“Strive and I’m afraid of you!”The morning weight immediately rolled up the sleeve and showed itself thicker than the other man's thighs.