All players: I can choose my own dungeon rewards.

Entering the interstellar battlefield copy, Wang Zhifan found himself in the cramped cockpit of an interstellar battleship.

In front of him was a large circular virtual screen, with the background being the infinitely vast and deep space. In the space, tens of thousands of warships of the same specifications were arranged in front, behind, and on both sides of his small warship. All of these warships were sailing towards the designated target at the same speed, forming a battle array.

"This special book starts right after entering? There is no text description, and no identity selection... My SVIP player identity doesn't work?"

Wang Zhifan couldn't help but complain that the special version gave him a different feeling from the regular version. There were no dragging links at all. According to the current status of his fleet, it would not be surprising even if he encountered the enemy in the next second.

Just as Wang Zhifan was thinking this in his heart, as if to cooperate with him, he saw hundreds of narrow, straight and huge light beams suddenly penetrated his fleet. Hundreds of spaceships in the same fleet were destroyed by the light beams, and the entire fleet was caught off guard and fell into chaos.

It was obvious that they were under attack by the enemy, but the strange thing was that Wang Zhifan still could not see the enemy on the virtual screen in front of him. He could only see friendly troops being killed one by one.

"What's going on? Being covered with your head and hung up by the enemy to be beaten? Is there any way to fight a war like this?"

While controlling his small battleship to perform various maneuvers to avoid the huge beam of light that was still madly cutting through his own formation, Wang Zhifan felt very speechless. He now completely understood what a special copy of black difficulty was. This kind of copy setting left no way for normal players to survive.

"All troops evacuate! All troops evacuate! I am the commander-in-chief of the fleet, I order all..."

At the same time, a man's voice was heard on the broadcasting system. He claimed to be the commander-in-chief of the fleet, but sadly, he only spoke half of his words when suddenly there was an explosion, followed by turbulent noise and silence. There was no doubt that his flagship had been specifically eliminated by the enemy.

Wang Zhifan encountered this series of major "good news" at the beginning of the game. It has to be said that he was a little numb inside. He immediately pouted and tried his best to control his small battleship, dancing in the enemy's huge beam attack like a butterfly. Time and again, he used inhuman reaction and prediction to control the small battleship to avoid the enemy's attacks and the many friendly troops running around in a panic.

As for counterattacking the enemy, it can only be said that it is not very realistic. His warship's reconnaissance system has not detected any trace of the enemy, and his own perception has not detected anything. It is estimated that the enemy launched an attack from a very long distance. This is how interstellar warfare is. Once the technology cannot keep up, you will be completely defeated.

So, after being ravaged by the enemy's firepower, Wang Zhifan finally controlled his small spaceship to escape from the danger zone. He glanced at the screen and found that less than one twentieth of the friendly warships survived to the present, and only a few hundred sparse and pitiful ships were left.

Fortunately, the enemy's attack stopped for some reason at this time, and it seemed that they were safe for the time being.

"I need to find a few planets of suitable standards to strengthen our combat power. Since the army has been badly defeated, let's take this opportunity to escape."

Thinking of the great treasure he had taken from the Hishi people, Wang Zhifan then controlled the warship to move away, intending to find a place to develop.

But before he could fly the warship far, he received an electronic communication:

"I am the temporary commander of the fleet! All warships must assemble and return immediately! Do not disobey orders!"

When the communication rang, Wang Zhifan noticed that his warship was making a beeping warning sound. It was obvious that something bad would happen if he insisted on leaving the team.

"Well, maybe we can find the right materials faster if we go back with them."

The idea of ​​forcibly leaving the team flashed through Wang Zhifan's mind, but he decisively rejected it. He turned his warship around, joined other warships that survived the attack, and entered the same channel.

The next few days were extremely boring. The remaining fleet that was beaten by the enemy crossed a long distance in a depressing atmosphere, returned from the boundless deep space to a single star system, and parked in the orbit of a blue planet.

"It's finally here. This interstellar era is so boring. Fortunately, I can use cultivation to pass the time."

Wang Zhifan has been practicing during the voyage these days, so it is not too wasteful for him. However, without the blessing of the iris field, his practice efficiency has dropped significantly and his overall progress is not obvious.

At this moment, he sat quietly in the cockpit of the battleship, waiting for the fate of this defeated army.

As mentioned before entering the book, he is currently just an ordinary soldier in this fleet. Apart from obeying orders, he has no say. If he does not intend to break the rules, he can only wait patiently.

During the process, he observed the huge blue planet outside through the porthole. This planet looked a bit like Earth, but its land area was much larger than that of Earth. It looked very beautiful and spectacular in space.

"This planet has abundant rock and water resources, and its atmosphere is also dense. It is a good target for transformation... But unless I am prepared to become enemies with all my friendly forces, it is impossible to do so."

Thinking with a little regret in his heart, about half an hour later, the battleship Wang Zhifan was on finally received orders from superiors. Their defeated army was allowed to enter the giant circular orbital space station and return to the team.

Wang Zhifan then controlled his warship to act according to the instructions, and sailed into the gate of the huge circular space station in a queue. Then he parked the warship at a special military berth, got off the warship and joined other combatants.

A total of about five hundred battleship pilots immediately formed a square formation and were led by a special person to a passage on the hard and wide floor of the giant ring-shaped space station anchorage.

The whole process was very military-style, and no one made any unnecessary noise, except Wang Zhifan.

"Where are we going?"

Wang Zhifan in the array couldn't help but ask the guide at this moment. He felt that his colleagues did not seem like normal human beings. They all had expressionless faces and firm eyes like machines, but they were indeed flesh and blood humans, which made him feel that something was wrong.

Hearing his question, the middle-aged man in blue military uniform who was leading the way immediately turned his head, looked at him seriously and said:
"Soldiers, keep discipline! Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!"

"..."

After being scolded like this, Wang Zhifan immediately wanted to take action. He had played so many copies and how could he always be a grandson? However, thinking that he had not yet figured out the current situation, he forced himself to endure it.

Soon, they passed through the passage and followed the leading officer to a spacious hall. There were several 3D virtual figures at the top of the hall, which turned out to be the layout of a court.

Wang Zhifan, feeling a little speechless, then saw that his people were gathered in the center of the hall and surrounded by fences, like they were guarding prisoners. Serious voices also came from several 3D virtual figures in the front.

First, a 3D image of an elderly woman with a stern face spoke:
"Fleet A12, your first expedition brought about an unprecedented defeat for the Empire! Not only did the commander-in-chief die in battle, but you also failed to gather any valuable intelligence about the enemy! You are a bunch of rubbish that has wasted the Empire's vast resources! According to Imperial law, I recommend that you all be sentenced to death!"

After she finished her serious words, Wang Zhifan, who was in the trial queue, suddenly couldn't hold back his expression. He further understood what the high-difficulty special book was. It turned out that being beaten on the battlefield was fine, but returning to the base would also be unlucky. They were sentenced to death for losing the battle. Is this reasonable? If he had known this, he might as well have rebelled and not returned. After the stern old woman, a 3D image of a middle-aged man with glasses who looked more elegant spoke. His words were much milder, and he did not support the collective death sentence for the defeated army.

"According to Imperial law, only fleets that have committed serious mutiny will be collectively wiped out. Although the A12 fleet suffered an ugly defeat, they are still loyal, so I think they can be severely punished but the death penalty is not necessary.

In addition, in terms of enemy intelligence, although they did not collect much intelligence, the enemy weapons information they recorded is still of reference value, so it cannot be said that their return is meaningless..."

Thus, after discussions among some judges in the military court, Wang Zhifan and other survivors of the fleet escaped the fate of being collectively annihilated, and were given the treatment of living in a large prison and escorted to the prison cell of the ring-shaped space station.

Wang Zhifan originally wanted to find a way to disguise himself and slip out in a different way, but he suddenly felt unhappy and thought, can't I break the deadlock in this copy as an initial soldier? So he decided to stay dormant and see if there is any orthodox way to break the deadlock.

If he really can't do anything by following the routine, he can solve the problem with some operations. Anyway, his strength is enough to support him to turn the situation around.

Therefore, after a few days of space travel, Wang Zhifan moved into a cell and was locked up in metal-enclosed rooms with his colleagues in batches.

During this time, he tried to communicate with other people, only to find that these people were indeed not normal. Most of them did not like to talk, and each of them seemed to be deeply shocked and very dull. It seemed that they had no interest in anything except driving warships and fighting.

But there are always exceptions. There were two people who were willing to talk to Wang Zhifan, and the three of them quickly became friends.

One of them was a thin white man named Dennis, with a shrewd look in his eyes. The other was a fat black man named John, who was always thinking about the snacks that Wang Zhifan accidentally took out from somewhere.

At this time, the three bored people gathered in a corner, discussing how long their prison life would last.

"Wang, I bet we will be released soon to participate in the next battle with aliens. You know, those upper-class people have exploited us to the extreme. It's not that I'm afraid of war, but I would rather stay in jail than work for these people. At least I won't die meaninglessly in space."

Dennis, a white youth, was eating the Paradise Fruit given to him by Wang Zhifan while swiping his fingers to make guesses, his eyes seemed to see through everything.

The fat black man John next to him didn't care much about this kind of thing. He happily ate the Happy Land Fruit he asked for from Wang Zhifan and responded:

"Don't think too much! Fate will make its own arrangements, we just need to accept it. We can go out anytime, since we can't resist it anyway."

Wang Zhifan was eating the same Le Tu fruit as them, but after listening to their words, he suddenly spoke:
"If I can help it, would you guys like to get out?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the white man Dennis winked at him repeatedly to warn him, reminding him that there was surveillance in this place and not to talk nonsense.

But Wang Zhifan didn't care. He raised his left arm, and something like a smart watch suddenly appeared on his left arm, and the voice of AI Xiaohong came out from it:
"Prison control authority has been cracked, please issue instructions."

"How is the progress of cracking other areas?"

Wang Zhifan asked in a low voice after hearing this.

"It is progressing steadily and is expected to be fully cracked within a day."

Xiaohong responded.

"It actually took a whole day. It seems that the level of electronic technology in this world is not much worse than that of the urban planet. Xiaohong has also met her match."

When he thought this in his heart, Dennis and John beside him stared with their eyes wide open. They couldn't understand how Wang Zhifan brought this kind of artificial intelligence in, and he was suspected of cracking the entire prison system. This was undoubtedly a serious crime. They suddenly felt that they were in great danger, and sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Seeing this, Wang Zhifan couldn't help but tease with a disdainful tone:

"What? Are you scared? You guys have eaten a lot of food from a big criminal like me, so you can't get rid of the suspicion."

Dennis immediately made up his mind after hearing this, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said:
"We already have a crime, so what if we have one more? Wang, I want to go out and get something. I won't leave the prison and will be back soon. Can you help me?"

"What do you want?"

Wang Zhifan suddenly felt curious.

"A little trifle."

Dennis did not elaborate.

"I want to go out too! I have a lot of food stored at the custody office!"

When the fat black man John saw how brave Dennis was, he also burst out with courage, the courage of a foodie.

"Okay, come back quickly. If you get caught and exposed, don't blame me."

Wang Zhifan then opened the fully enclosed metal cell door with the help of Xiaohong and gently let the two people out.

He himself did not go out with them, because as a person with extremely strong perception, he could clearly know the situation in every place in the prison without leaving the cell, and he also had plenty of means to explore other areas of the space station.

What he is thinking about now is whether he can recruit some of his own people so that he can do things more conveniently when needed. In a battlefield copy, it is very inefficient to fight alone. Even if he has a strong trump card, he hopes to have his own people available.

"To completely defeat the hostile interstellar empire, we need many powerful fleets to achieve this goal. If we don't use special means, we can only take it slowly and climb up from the bottom little by little."

He pondered inwardly, feeling that his patience might not be enough. (End of this chapter)