PS: Viral flu, intravenous drip...... People are still dizzy...... Explain about dragging the plot, it's basically the same, and the main drama is about to kick off. One or two times at most.

Barracks, or to put it more harshly, "prison-like schools", are not liked by any of the students' parents.

Students don't like to be controlled too strictly, and parents also have a lot of complaints about high-intensity physical training and learning courses. Coupled with the never-ending conservatives, a wave of opposition to [the army starts with the baby] was formed. Eventually, under the insistence of the consul's personal will, the needs of national defense, and the general interests of the state, the lack of weight was suppressed, and after several years of semi-coercive execution, the academically excellent, physically strong child overturned skepticism more profoundly than any argument. Parents began to scramble to get their children into that school.

One reason that no one has said is that the junior military academy is not a barracks, and military courses account for a certain proportion, but other courses are not abandoned, and the team of teachers who teach all kinds of knowledge is the best and top-notch group, and after graduation, even if they do not go to the non-commissioned officer school, they will have the opportunity to go to a higher education college and move forward on the road of civil servants.

Brunhill wanted Roland to be a good, well-educated government servant, and the education level of the cadet military academy was more than enough to meet this life plan, but things were a little different.

In addition to the arduous six years of study, Roland and the others also have to face classmates who are difficult to coordinate with, as well as various pressures outside the school, but they have no way back.

The defeated racists have their eyes on Roland, a stubborn and intelligent boy who has repeatedly humiliated them, and the severity of the situation has surpassed the conflict between the factions, and they are determined to wage a holy war against Roland at any cost—a battle of faith to defend the doctrine of racial superiority. They are always ready to seize on Roland's mistakes to attack, and they are also plotting all kinds of despicable traps.

In a word, that slap woke up the group of nonchalant guys. They can't even put on a calm appearance now, and they are completely seriously ready to do it to a child.

Mean, cowardly, a bunch of scum.

Looking at the backs of the three children. Suppressed anger churned at the bottom of his loving and warm emerald green eyes. Hatred of racists poured out of Brunhill's heart.

No matter what kind of ideology or proposition, the child is innocent. Not to mention a group of adults who devise traps and conspiracies. Persecution in the name of false truth.

That kind of behavior is not worthy of forgiveness and forgiveness, and if it weren't for a little sanity and reserve as an officer, Brunhill would definitely put on the MDS and blast those bastards to smithereens with wire-controlled guns and rocket launchers......

The colonel's tolerance for the nonsense of that group of guys is also approaching the bottom line. Preparations are being made to teach the unspoken bastards a lesson that they will never forget. Mother God blesses, as long as the one decides to do something earnestly, it is easy to say. I just hope that the lesson that no one knows the whole picture will come sooner. Be violent.

The queue gradually came to an end, the sharp sound of breaking the wind gradually became louder, and the finale of the freshman entrance ceremony finally began to be staged.

The babbling young boy pointed at the black dot and cried, "It's a big bird!"

Curious and elated, the woman shouted, "It's a flying beast!"

Roland could see the outline of the flying object in the shadow under the pergola in his palm, and muttered, "No, that's ......"

It's not the mentally retarded alien who wears underwear in Ah Mei's menstrual comics, but the magic weapon developed by Li Lin is more vigorous and brisk than birds and beasts. It is a magical armor called the abbreviation MDS. There are 5 riders wearing MDS in the sky.

AMDS-05F, codenamed Kampfer. The first MDS model of the National Defense Force to be mass-produced and gradually equipped with the troops was solved, and various problems previously fed back from the prototype machine were solved, and the production process was simplified. Shorten the production man-hours, and mass production can be carried out in wartime.

The four soarers on the left and right wings wore the same style of MDS, but the one who led the wild goose formation was completely different.

Red impatiens flying in the sky.

There is no better way to describe the elf girl wearing the alias [Red Wildebeest] in the red officer's exclusive special MDS-AMDS-06F, with aerodynamic smooth arc armor covering the whole body, a special burst beam assault rifle with cooling tanks and Death Wing fragments, and a high-performance shield concealed under the burst grenade launcher that can be hung and snatched. , while taking into account the overall sense of elegance and refinement, the back of the wings of a raptor propulsion unit group is greatly opened, and the storm spell that shoots backwards leaves a straight white cloud pillar behind the heroic figure.

Freya's posture like a goddess of the battlefield won thunderous applause, and soldiers, cadets, and spectators who were too excited to do anything else saluted the knights who defended the skies of Alfheim.

Faster, more powerful, and more powerful than the Flying Beasts. There are also more choices in tactical use with different weapons or additional equipment.

Li Lin explained the meaning of MDS in this way, but Roland knew almost nothing about modern military theory, and he couldn't understand what the terms in his adoptive father's words were trying to express.

There is only one place for the understandable part.

MDS is a powerful weapon, just like a rifle or cannon. As long as you have been trained, you can quickly get started, and achieve a magical killing effect, many times stronger than a sword in the hand of a human.

To be honest, whether it is armament or military school, Roland has no interest, and is even quite resistant.

[Things that will hurt others] are too far from his life goal of [making everyone happy], and the life Li Lin planned for him is not the one he wants at all.

No, that's an excuse too.

Obviously, he can say that he doesn't want to be a soldier and learn the trick of killing. Whether he is studying medicine or business, as long as he has that mind, he is confident that he will do well. However, he was unknowingly admitted to the military academy.

This unspeakable thing made him feel depressed, and the noise in front of him and the beautiful military uniform could not cure him from his depression, and the feeling of self-loathing continued to haunt him from the day the test results were posted, until Li Lin had a conversation with him alone.

As soon as Li Lin opened, he told Roland very bluntly how dangerous the current situation was.

"There's no turning back, there's no way back but to beat those purebloods down with your grades. ”

"Even so, you're going to convince those stinky little imps to understand humanity?"

Roland replied with no hesitation in the affirmative of the general's question, and Li Lin continued to ask with a meaningful smile:

"Even if there is constant friction and conflict between ideals and reality, will it continue?"

Following the sight of his red eyes, Roland looked at the admission letter on the table and nodded silently.

"Now that I think about it, I was playing handsome at that time, but he put it on a show!"

The boy sighed inwardly and looked up at the knights in the air who began to pull out pillars of five-colored smoke. (To be continued.) )