The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 633 Melee (End)

Its scales are tough, its movements are agile, and its mental energy waves have a rhythmic quality like the trembling of a snake, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

...This is at least a star beast with an overall level of around A.

Where did this star beast come from? There have never been any such beings in the forest before, only strange plants. How did it suddenly appear?

It was hard for everyone not to suspect that this was a "challenge" specifically designed for the mechs... But damn it, how could they possibly snatch something from the jaws of a snake when they were unarmed? They had finally found the mechs, wasn't this just forcing them to give up?

Seeing the mecha buttons blocked behind by the giant serpent star beast, some people hesitated for a moment before making their choice.

Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk, so give it your all!

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Imperial United Military Academy
The unified recruitment had been underway for seven or eight weeks, and the meeting hall had already seen several groups of people come and go. After all, everyone was carrying heavy responsibilities, and it was impossible for them to stay here for days and nights to watch the whole thing; that would be too extravagant. They were imperial soldiers who "fought without ceasing, never stopping," and fighting was the main theme of their lives.

However, most teachers will still come to take a look when they have free time, especially to see if they have found any promising talents in their own field.

Leaving aside the situation in the command department, the mecha department has yet to find a use for its skills. Only individual soldier specialties are worth watching, and you can watch them from beginning to end, or even not watch them all.

This year truly lives up to Ge Yaonian's reputation; a wealth of talent has emerged, with even more outstanding prospects than in previous years. Moreover, they have all unanimously applied to their joint military academy, something they never expected.

The head instructor of the individual combat department is a man in his three-hundreds-years old, nearing the average retirement age for Imperial soldiers. He is of mixed Chinese and Korean descent, named Bona Zeng, and possesses extremely rich combat experience. His current rank is Major General. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will undoubtedly become a Major General for life after his retirement, and be recorded in the Imperial annals.

For a sergeant, this age is rather advanced, although it's still quite a distance from the average lifespan of interstellar humans. But how long can a person's prime last? Most interstellar humans have completed the basic stages of life by their two or three hundred years old and have begun to enjoy life, because in the last hundred years of their lives, a person's peak condition begins to decline, and they begin to age completely in the last few decades.

The sergeants were no exception; the more than two hundred years between their graduation and the age of natural retirement stipulated by imperial law occupied almost all of a person's best years.

Of course, there are exceptions. Some high-ranking military officers often don't retire on time; they might dedicate their entire lives to their positions. For example, a corps commander or a marshal might only be at the very beginning of their career at three hundred years old.

Mr. Bona didn't consider himself an extraordinary genius; it had taken him over two hundred years to climb to the rank of Major General, and given his current pace and ambition, he estimated he wouldn't receive a second promotion. However, he possessed rich combat experience, having steadily climbed his way up, independently leading several major battles with commendable results. At his age, he had almost voluntarily taken on the responsibility of teaching and mentoring. Therefore, the teachers at the Imperial United Military Academy respected him greatly.

He's getting old, and he can no longer run around on the battlefield day and night like he used to, but he still cherishes the life he once had. Seeing this new generation of young people, he seems to see his younger self in them, and feels as if he has also been touched by their youthful vigor.

Watching the rapidly changing rankings on the big screen, Bona couldn't help but sigh at his own age; it was now the era of the young. "Major General Zeng is joking. It's just a child's game. How could it deserve such high praise from you..." a slightly younger soldier below disagreed.

Judging from his attire, he was of school rank, and on his shoulder, where medals were worn, was a very special gold-red medal. The color was like blood red, with gold flowing like light along the edges, and in the center was a stylized shooting star, which was exceptionally dazzling even under normal light. This was a very special medal.

The man had a resolute look in his eyes and a stern expression; he was clearly a very strict person. He was the head instructor for the freshmen, and this batch of new students was under his overall supervision.

“Dinglan, you’re being too serious. Young people need more encouragement. If you keep doing this, they’ll complain,” Bona said, seemingly trying to persuade him.

Actually, he used milder words. Everyone knows that Xu Dinglan is strict and harsh, almost to the point of being harsh on his students. Being a student under him is more arduous and difficult than being a regular soldier.

Although those who ultimately choose to attend military academy will likely follow the same path and won't mind the hardship, many still can't accept this kind of "forced growth." Therefore, Colonel Xu's reputation at the school has never been good, and this year it's his turn to lead the first-year students—

Bona felt a headache just thinking about it.

However, a good prospect should not be afraid of hardship and should be trained more, so let's leave it at that.

After lingering on the big screen for a while, his gaze settled on a certain point, and his expression became somewhat intriguing: "I've been watching this team for quite a while now. Although they've improved, it seems like their progress is a bit slow for their aptitude. Let me see... they're still hovering on the outer edge?!"

"How did she get that score?" Even Bona was puzzled at this point.

He knew that this unified recruitment would involve a three-stage allocation of personnel and resources: a time advantage, a weapon advantage, and a coordination advantage. Each approach corresponded to different situations and circumstances, requiring candidates to find their own niche and adapt accordingly. This demanded exceptional adaptability and resourcefulness; otherwise, they risked being eliminated from the competition at any time.

This should be the second wave of attacks; those lingering in the inner circle right now are the next group to go in. They shouldn't have many opportunities to score points yet; they need to wait until they get the superior weapons.

"324 alien plants? 76 Grade A... Did this kid kill all the alien plants on the outskirts? He's really carefree. But it's good that he's carefree; he's much better than those who wander around aimlessly without knowing the situation." Bona said with a slight smile.

Hearing the slight smile and even a hint of praise in his superior's voice, Xu Dinglan glanced at him sideways, because the man, though seemingly amiable, rarely praised anyone.

He had remained indifferent to several outstanding students among the first batch of students who entered, but unexpectedly, he treated this not-so-outstanding student with special regard.

He looked at it and his face darkened: "Unorthodox methods."

It turns out that although this candidate's score was not bad, the scoring items were all kinds of things, including individual soldiers, mechs, command, reconnaissance, and even medical logistics. It makes people curious about what the candidate was doing during those weeks.
(End of this chapter)