Chapter 40: An Auxiliary System That Lives Up to Its Name

Applying that famous line from football commentary history: the time left for He Zhijun is not much.

Indeed, the Wolf Fang Special Forces Brigade is a special forces unit.

But the entire brigade only has one battalion's worth of special forces soldiers.

The three words 'special forces' are actually not the invincible soldier king that many imagine, and there are many classifications of troop types.

Moreover, there is still the most important point.

That is, aside from XXX Special Forces Team, XXX Special Forces Battalion, and company, any special forces unit attached to any regular establishment level (army, division, brigade, regiment) actually has an absolute upper limit of one battalion's worth of genuine special forces soldiers.

Generally speaking, it is the personnel establishment of a full-strength company.

After all, the training subjects of special forces are almost completely different from those of regular troops, and the requirements for soldiers' talent, basic quality, and so on are extremely strict.

For example, take pilots.

Whether it's a helicopter, transport plane, passenger plane, or fighter jet, what the pilots master can also be collectively called flight piloting skills.

Put simply, what ordinary pilots master is regular piloting skills, which by nature is a skilled trade.

But as soon as the word 'armed' is added before the aircraft—whether it's an armed helicopter, armed transport plane, or pure fighter jet—the pilots flying them can no longer be summed up by the four words 'skilled trade'.

Genuine special forces are the same; due to their extremely strict selection process, plus later secondary, tertiary, and even more screenings, how many people can remain? Do you really think special forces are radishes in the ground that you can just pull out with a casual reach? (Sorry, I went off topic again.)

I just saw a comment saying my protagonist is trash and speaks rudely.

I retorted with a sentence, but suddenly felt it lowered my standing, so I decisively deleted the post.

Indeed, this book is fanfiction, and moreover a system story.

But does shouting 'Hallelujah' once make one invincible under heaven?

If that were the case, why would I bother setting up an auxiliary system? I'd just set up a core system, bind it at the start, and then order a launch—wouldn't that finish the novel? Novels need excitement, sure, but they also need to keep the most basic logic. Back when leveling up in Legend took days and nights of grinding, how many people played? And now, with max level right out of the gate, how many people play?

I must admit my level can't compare to those big shots, but having this many people like it already satisfies me.

As for those haters, if you don't like it, get lost—do I even beg you to watch?

The book is mine; I'll write it however I damn well please as long as it doesn't violate rules—relevant authorities and websites don't care, the editor hasn't spoken, what the hell are you guys eating? Come here pretending to be urban management?

Stay far away if you want to live, don't disgust me! You still want to be born driving a Panamera? Nowadays you're just biking all over the street.

Are special forces mass-produced like crap? One comes out and you're invincible? Even with cheats, you wouldn't need training? As a retired special forces soldier with nine years of service, I really want to punch you and let you feel what temporary shock is! Thanks to harmonious society for saving you!

Please ignore this nonsense, dear readers; I'll fill in the word count later. ^_^ Regarding this opportunity to attend Warrior School for study, He Zhijun and Fan Tianlei attach great importance to it.

This is also one of the important reasons why they are anxious to form the Red Blood Cell Group.

Otherwise, they've already been preparing for over two years—what's just a few more days?

Liu Xiaotian, as one of the candidate soldiers they highly value, cannot participate in the upcoming information engineering course studies, so of course they are anxious.

Therefore, over the next ten or so days, these two upstanding commanders of the Wolf Fang Special Forces Brigade will each spend at least an hour after dinner researching Liu Xiaotian's training results.

Of course, the focus is the information engineering subject.

But Old Comrade Zhou doesn't know if it's intentional; the daily learning materials sent over about Liu Xiaotian are almost uniformly 'self-study,' and as for how he's learning, Zhou Tianzuo's answer is straightforward and blunt:

I don't know! Upon this, He Zhijun and Fan Tianlei really want to hang Old Comrade Zhou up and beat him, but they can only sigh in frustration.

Because Old Comrade Zhou is now their last trump card, and the only one.

Whether Liu Xiaotian can pass this subject's final exam also depends on Old Comrade Zhou's ability.

After all, the examination for this subject is to be conducted by Tang Xinyi as the chief examiner.

If Liu Xiaotian cannot pass the exam by his own ability, he will end up with a failing grade in this training subject. Even if He Zhijun and Fan Tianlei wanted to 'go easy' on him, it probably wouldn't be that easy.

Nowadays, although the Brigade Commander is the military chief officer, he also cannot dictate everything unilaterally.

And as the initiator of this whole matter, Liu Xiaotian currently feels no pressure at all.

Although daily training keeps increasing in intensity, his physical recovery is getting faster and faster.

As for whatever knowledge related to information engineering, he actually just needs to drive the car that Old Comrade Zhou saved up for, go on time each day, and the rest—'Jiaweis' will organize it for him and display it before his eyes whenever he needs it.

Sometimes he even suspects that this 'Jiaweis' is the real auxiliary system.

And that 'De Yun Production' guy is at most a dumb oaf.

Half a month's time, for the other twenty-three trainees, can absolutely be described as 'days feel like years'.

But for Liu Xiaotian, he doesn't feel any noticeable difference from usual.

He knows it's all thanks to the system.

It seems that after the 'De Yun Production' voice mysteriously disappeared, the system's assistance to him suddenly increased considerably.

Although He Zhijun and Fan Tianlei never got the specifics of Liu Xiaotian's electronic information studies, seeing that the time to study at Warrior School was approaching, they ultimately decided to start the selection examination.

And the final number of the Red Blood Cell Group will be confirmed only after the examination scores are tallied.

That evening, after roll call, Chen Shanming, who was in charge of evening roll call, suddenly announced that there would be a close-combat combat examination the next day.

Furthermore, there will be a series of examinations afterward, covering all the subjects they have previously trained in.

Upon hearing this news, the soldiers, aside from feeling nervous, were mostly filled with anticipation.

This training camp selection has lasted over four months since it began, and it's time to test the results.

Everyone actually knows in their heart how they performed in training.

But regardless of whether they are ultimately selected for the Red Blood Cell Group, they still have to face it, right?

After dismissal, He Chen Guang quietly approached Liu Xiaotian, pulled a notebook from his pocket and handed it to him, with the expression of a wartime intelligence operative making contact, and said:

"This notebook is what we three compiled; we originally planned to give it to you after all courses ended, but who knew this would count as the end; you little brat, your mind is sharp—hurry up and read it, you should still have time."

Liu Xiaotian took the notebook, flipped it open, glanced at it, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

Although he clearly knows he has no use for this, having a few brothers thinking of him makes anyone who isn't selfish and heartless feel grateful.

In peacetime, having such camaraderie among comrades is truly rare.

"Rest assured, I definitely won't lose to that woman; I won't say thanks, but after vacation I'll buy you drinks!"

Liu Xiaotian felt his words had a bit of a 'heroic spirit reaching the clouds' vibe, but after speaking he noticed that Chen Guang's expression seemed a bit unpleasant.

Not angry, but... embarrassing.

Looks like, even with this little incident, that guy still can't escape that annoying woman, eh!

Liu Xiaotian didn't speak again, raised his hand and patted He Chen Guang's shoulder, then turned and went back to sleep.

Early the next morning, the soldiers awakened by the reveille quickly discovered that today was actually half an hour later than usual.

This was the first time in nearly a month since they arrived at the brigade for concentrated training.

But they didn't know, and what was even more surprising was still ahead……

(End of chapter)