The selection for the third round continues.

Lin Han gradually adapted to the life in the base. He took nutritional supplements at regular times every day and worked peacefully. When he was not busy, he could continue tinkering with the new mecha design at the research institute, which gradually became regular.

Since most of the third round of tasks required Lin Han to keep an eye on the training ground, even though he hardly talked to the soldiers about anything other than work, he gradually became familiar with them.

Lin Han looked at the mechas in the training ground in a daze.

He heard by chance before that He Yunting came here in the first place. His performance at that time is still unsurpassed by no one. The training content at that time was much more cruel than it is now, but he always persisted as the number one.

After coming down, I finally entered the elite team directly... I finally went through all the obstacles and rose to my current position, which is a story for another time.

What kind of person was he supposed to be at that time?

Will it be the same as it is now? Or is it very different?

Someone is eliminated every day, mechas are damaged every day, and soldiers have points deducted for various reasons... Sometimes when Lin Han watches these soldiers training, he feels that this competition system is too harsh.

Not to mention that after the third round, there will be the most uncertain and cruel fourth round.

Lin Han heard that the fourth round was an actual combat exercise, but the most important thing was that the location was no longer limited to the base, but the pilots who had passed the third round were directly thrown into the vast interstellar space for final training.

Even if the base will try its best to ensure their safety, no one can predict what will happen - star thieves, zerg, and various strange mutant creatures... In the interstellar world, resources are always the biggest conflict, and between planets

The gaps, those gray areas that cannot be divided into areas, often breed unpredictable dangers.

Generally, in the fourth round, specially hired experts will stay on the battleship or in the command center. To ensure safety, remote guidance is generally preferred.

There was even one year when a certain mecha master who was particularly concerned about his life directly applied not to participate in the fourth round of training, and was finally approved.

But it’s still the third round, so Lin Han doesn’t think that far ahead yet.

And no matter what, it is still an exercise. Although there are dangers, there have been no major incidents in the past few years.

At this moment, his communicator rang.

Lin Han finished his day's work and just came out of the training ground when he met Qi Jiamu, who had always been at the top of this selection.

"Hello, Mr. Lin." Qi Jiamu smiled at Lin Han, "Thank you for your hard work today."

His facial features did not look sharp, and it was dinner time, the training had come to an end, and everyone was still grooming. When Qi Jiamu's expression relaxed, he still had a sunny and youthful air.

He greeted Lin Han politely. After all, he was the one who troubled Lin Han the most in the third round recently.

Lin Han looked at his young face.

Qi Jiamu's mecha has always been malfunctioning these days, either because the internal program failed or the mental link was abnormal, so Lin Han spent half of his working time helping Qi Jiamu debug the mecha.

In fact, his training performance has always been very good, with almost no mistakes - but he probably got the first shot, and privately, he has become an object of disdain in the eyes of many recruits.

Suppression and grouping are everywhere, and such outstanding people are either fawned over by everyone, or a group of people find that they can't be fawned over and turn to attack.

Qi Jiamu performed too well in the selection, and although he himself doesn't look as unkind as He Yunting, he is not easy to get along with - he won't talk to you much, and he always has the same expression when he encounters everything.

Make friends and be alone.

Gradually, people who formed small groups began to have other ideas.

However, there are many rules in the base, and there is a point deduction system for selection. We can't suppress them openly, but we can't help but want to do something.

And the third round of selection finally gave them a chance.

They began to "visit" Qi Jiamu's mecha for various reasons, and then tampered with certain details - so that Qi Jiamu would either suffer the consequences himself, or he would have to ask a mecha master to help adjust and repair it.

Anyone with a discerning eye in the base could see that the admiral took special care of Mr. Lin, and those who had secretly observed Mr. Lin before had their points deducted. Qi Jiamu's mecha always had troubles, so Lin Han would frequently come into contact with him.

Many soldiers secretly rejoiced that this was just a matter of pushing the muzzle of their guns upwards.

Lin Han is not stupid, he can probably guess a thing or two.

He didn't know why Qi Jiamu always didn't say anything, and he couldn't point it out directly. He just said lightly: "If you have any questions, you can always ask. You have to pay attention to your own safety."

Qi Jiamu lowered his eyes and said "Yeah"; "Thank you, Mr. Lin."

After bidding farewell to Qi Jiamu, Lin Han, who was about to go back to his room, thought about it, turned around, and walked in another direction.

When he walked into He Yunting's room, he was still wearing training clothes that he had not had time to change out of.

The two of them hadn't seen each other much in the past few days. Seeing him coming, He Yunting didn't say anything, but there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"General," Lin Han didn't intend to beat around the bush and went straight to the point, "I have something to tell you."

Lu Anhe was eating snacks nearby. When he heard Lin Han say this, his eyes widened. He still had something wrapped in his mouth like a hamster. He didn't know whether he should leave.

Why, Mr. Lin finally came to his senses and planned to save his boss?

He Yunting glanced at Lu Anhe, who was expressing various emotions with his eyes.

——Eat your food without leaving.

Lu An, who quickly understood what He Yunting meant, returned a look with a look in his eyes, saying in his heart, I actually want to go out.

He swallowed what was in his mouth, took a sip of water and said, "Mr. Lin, please don't worry about me."

Lin Han nodded: "I received a communication from His Highness the Prince today."

When Lu Anhe heard this, he immediately put away his casual attitude: "When it comes to this, I haven't had time to tell Mr. Lin what happened in the past two days."

Lu Anhe then told Lin Han about his private investigation of Wen Tianyao: "To sum up, we have confirmed that Wen Tianyao is indeed consistent with what you said, and he is indeed not neutral - because the information needs to be verified, please ask Lin Han

Forgive me, sir."

"It's okay." Lin Han nodded. After all, He Yunting still didn't seem to believe that he could read minds. After all, his words were related to the prince of the empire. It was normal to check.

Lin Han said: "He... talked to me today about the fourth round of training."

After all, the fourth round of practical training is the most critical part. Whether or not the best pilots can be selected depends on this round. Therefore, the general base will send warships to send the new pilots to the border area, and then conduct real-time training through exercises.

Observe the performance of each pilot and select the best one to keep.

Lu Anhe let out a "squeak".

Lin Han continued: "But His Highness the Prince said that he would also go together and asked me to say hello to the general."

He Yunting frowned, looking impatient.

"I hear what he means," Lin Han said, "it seems that he wants to further show his goodwill to the general on the battleship."

From Wen Tianyao's perspective, Lin Han is an easy-to-manipulate omega, and he is also the omega that He Yunting cares about. From the perspective of outsiders, the prince's frequent friendship with the general is just a social interaction between two people who adhere to a neutral attitude.

.

No one would know that what Wen Tianyao was planning was just the military power in He Yunting's hands, a mecha unit with the most elite pilots in the empire.

"I understand." He Yunting said, "Thank you, Mr. Lin."

Lin Han nodded, said you're welcome, and was about to leave after reporting when he was stopped by He Yunting again.

"Lin Han," He Yunting looked up at him, his tone calm, "If you really don't want to go to the fourth round of training, you can return to the institute in advance."

After all, there is no such precedent.

Lu Anhe added: "Don't worry, Mr. Lin. Although the fourth round of training will go to the border area, you only need to provide remote guidance on the battleship."

Lin Han smiled: "Since I was specially hired by the base, there is no reason to resign before the work is completed. Don't worry, I'm not that spoiled."

He Yunting only looked at him, his eyes dark.

Lin Han felt a little flustered by him for some reason. He stood up and wanted to leave: "And Lieutenant Colonel Lu said that as long as you are on the battleship, you are safe. If I don't go, something may suddenly go wrong with the mecha. You guys

There’s no way around it.”

Of course, Wen Tianyao will also go to the scene, so that he can also take the opportunity to hear what he wants to do.

Lin Han didn't say this.

"Well." After a moment, He Yunting said, "Then when we get to the battleship, Mr. Lin will follow me."

"Don't leave my sight."

When He Yunting said the last words, Lin Han finally heard a hint of command.

It was as if this was the tone he usually used to communicate with others, and the inner voices that came to his ears before were as distant as another person.

But Lin Han didn't feel uncomfortable. It was precisely because he had heard He Yunting's other thoughts that he could understand at this moment that the other party just didn't want any accidents to happen.

He nodded and said, "Okay."

After all, Lu Anhe was still there. The last time he caught him holding hands was still vivid in his mind. Lin Han did not go any further, but stood by the door and said goodbye to He Yunting.

Anyway, I should be able to roughly guess what He Yunting is thinking now.

Lin Han thought.

The third round of training cycle is relatively long, and at the end of the month, all the soldiers participating in the selection finally have half a day to breathe.

Generally, everyone is busy resting at this time, and some relatives of soldiers will choose this time to visit their proud family members.

After all, you only have half a day, and to visit the base you need to apply for it step by step. The approval is very slow and the process is cumbersome, so not many people actually come.

It was on this day that Lin Han saw Qi Jiaze.

It was a very thin-looking omega, with a delicate appearance and short stature. His exposed slender limbs were almost pathologically pale.

There was no expression on his face, and he walked very slowly step by step, as if he was thinking about something, but he seemed to be thinking of nothing at all.
To be continued...