StarCraft In the Palm of Your Hand

Randolph owed Yang Ying a favor during the Battle of Titan Light. At that time, he was still the deputy commander of the Seventh Fleet with the rank of lieutenant general, but in less than half a year, he became the admiral leading a fleet. It's about favors.

"If it's him, there shouldn't be anything to worry about. Maybe I'll come to talk to him sometime, and I'll gain a lot." Yang Ying thought to himself.

"Commander Yang, are you familiar with Admiral Randolph?" Christina asked curiously.

"We've known each other before, so we know each other." Yang Ying said.

"Your Excellency really has a lot of friends." Christina felt that Yang Ying was unfathomable, and even the new top military officer in the asteroid belt knew him.

"The process of getting to know Randolph is a long story. If you are interested, you can ask Katerina in the future. It is not a very confidential matter." Yang Ying said that he and Randolph were honored at the award ceremony Commendation, there are not a few people who know about it.

"I will." Christina said seriously.

Afterwards, everyone chatted some gossip, and Christina bid farewell to Yang Ying.

The bodyguard Shiro has never had a sense of presence, but just followed behind Christina, silently fulfilling the responsibility of a bodyguard.

Watching the two get into the car and leave, Yang Ying returned to the room, and Katerina made another cup of tea for him. Yang Ying laid a cushion on the ground and sat cross-legged quietly.

At this time, Brian came over with two ghost agents.

"Sir, the two agents who went to test the pilot training course have returned." Brian said.

"How's the test going?" Yang Ying asked directly.

The two ghost agents took a step forward, stood in front of Yang Ying, stood at attention, saluted, and said, "Report sir, we have tried all of Worrell's flight lessons, from the lowest level E to the highest level *. Passed. We agreed that they were very well trained to make good pilots."

Ghost agents are all-rounders, they can fly airplanes, tanks and warships. If they are allowed to fly ghost fighters, although they are worse than genuine ghost fighter pilots, they are not much worse.

But it is also thanks to this barracks that all pilot training courses are tested through research.

In Worrell, except for the lowest-level E-level pilot training courses which are free, all pilot training courses above D-level need to pay tuition to study, the higher the level, the higher the tuition.

Moreover, advanced pilot courses such as * and B levels cannot even be found in ordinary barracks, and must be offered in advanced barracks or specialized pilot schools.

The barracks where Yang Ying temporarily lives is among the best in the entire city of Worrell. There is a full set of pilot courses here, and all the mercenaries in the barracks have paid full training fees before entering, so the simulated training here does not require Duplicate tuition fees can be used at will.

Therefore, two ghost agents can kill all the way from E level to * level.

"What type of fighter plane are you using? A trainer plane?" Yang Ying asked again.

"Reporting sir, no, we have chosen two of the most popular fighter jets in the military today, the Dragon-15 of the Dragon series and the Night-7 of the Night Owl series, to experience our flight lessons." The two ghost agents replied .

"Different types of fighter jets have different driving styles. One type of fighter jet can reach the first level, but not all fighter jets can reach the first level level. But you guys are good, you surpass ordinary people." Bryan Said aside.

Ghost agents are not ordinary people, they are clones, and they are top-level combat weapons cloned with the most talented genes for combat. They can quickly learn all kinds of weapons in their hands, not to mention these simulation courses.

If you give them *-level courses right from the start, you may not be able to pass because you are not familiar with your fighter planes, but starting from E-level and stepping up to *-level, the ghost agents are already very familiar with their fighter planes. The course can be solved easily.

"Bryan is right, he really deserves to be my ghost agent. You go down first, don't forget to write a report of what you have seen and give it to Quentin, maybe he can see more things from it. "Yang Ying said that he was not arrogant enough to think that the human race in his hand surpassed the human race in the solar system in all aspects.

Observe and learn the advantages of others, and turn them into your own advantages, so that the human race will develop more perfectly.

Before the two ghost agents went out, a dozen mercenaries suddenly ran to the door, followed by a few mercenaries who were chasing, chasing, and shouting:

"Don't run, stop!"

"The front is the residence of important people. You have violated the military regulations. If you don't stop, you will die!"

"Stop it, don't force us to shoot!"

Yang Ying and the others stretched their hands to their waists and held the handle of the gun. They could already see that the person chasing behind was the sentinel guarding the camp, while the dozen or so mercenaries running ahead had apparently rushed past their defense line.

These mercenaries looked up and down all day, they were all acquaintances, so the sentinels didn't kill them all at once, and kept persuading them to turn back.

"Let's just say a few words and then leave. We don't have any weapons!" The mercenary in the lead shouted to Yang Ying and the others.

"Forget it, let them come over." Yang Ying said.

"Let them come!" Brian yelled to the sentries behind him.

The several sentries who were chasing behind breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the laser guns they had already held. They discussed for a while, leaving one person to observe, and the rest returned to their posts.

More than a dozen mercenaries ran up to Yang Ying, the leader seemed a little excited, and said with dancing: "I'm really sorry, when we were conducting a simulated battle at the pilot training center, we encountered a Dragon-15 and a Ye Owl-7 fighters, their flying skills really amazed us, so we came to find those two pilots, if they collide with you, I am really sorry, really sorry!"

Under his leadership, the other dozen or so mercenaries also bowed, saluted, and apologized one after another. They still don't know the identity of the person in front of them, they only know that it is an important person whose status is far above them.

This time Yang Ying settled in this barracks. For the sake of safety, his specific identity was kept secret and did not spread. Only a few senior personnel in the entire barracks knew Yang Ying's identity, and they could be counted with one hand.

Yang Ying gave Brian a color.

"How do you know that the pilots of those two fighter planes are with us?" Brian took Yang Ying's instruction, took a step forward, and began to negotiate with these mercenaries.

"It's not difficult. Pilots with this level of strength couldn't be unknown in the past, and there are only a few masters in the pilot training center in this barracks. I know them all, so they can only be newcomers. But these days, the barracks There are no new trainees, only new guests, so we assume the pilots of those two fighter jets are here," the leader explained.

"So what do you want to do when you see them?" Brian continued.

The leader looked at the mercenaries around him, and they nodded at the same time, saying together: "We want to ask them to be our instructors!"

"Are you going to poach the wall?" Brian said displeased. In his opinion, these mercenaries want to invite ghost agents to this barracks. This behavior is very bad.

All the mercenaries immediately explained each other one by one, and the voices were very noisy.

"Quiet! Let me speak!" the leader yelled.

The mercenaries quickly quieted down. Obviously, this leader is very prestigious in the eyes of this group of people.

"We don't want to poach the wall." The leader has calmed down, and his tone has become neither humble nor overbearing, "All of us admire the skills of the two pilots we saw just now. We have made great progress. If they are willing to be our instructors, we can go to the mercenary group they belong to for training. Anyway, Worrell is training, and other places are also training. It is the same for us? We are all free Mercenaries, originally they lived everywhere, without so many rules, they are much freer than the mercenaries trained by Vorrell entrusted by the major mercenary regiments."

"Wouldn't that be a corner for us to poach Vorrell?" Brian shook his head and said, "We won't do business with Vorrell. I believe that you can also get good training here. Before you met The two fighter pilots who arrived..." Brian pointed to the two ghost agents with indifferent expressions~www.readwn.com~ They also praised Vorell's pilot training courses, after all, that's what Vorell does. But we have never offered a pilot course, and there is no reason to train you. "

Brian's meaning coincides with Yang Ying's. Yang Ying doesn't think it is necessary for the Telan mercenary regiment to train these free mercenaries. The Lan mercenary group is not short of this money, and they don't want to compete with Worrell for this business.

"This..." The leader took a deep look at the two ghost agents, turned around and exchanged a few words softly with the dozen or so mercenaries behind him, and then reached a consensus.

He turned his head and said: "If this is the case, we can change the method, we..." He pointed to himself and the dozen or so mercenaries behind him, "I will exchange this training opportunity for joining your mercenary regiment for three years. , you know, we are all experienced B-level mercenaries, stronger than ordinary B-level mercenaries, and I myself have obtained the qualification to participate in *-level mercenary tests, which can be regarded as half *-level mercenaries. The value of three years of human service far exceeds the measurement of money."

If it weren't for the fact that the flying skills of the ghost agents really amazed them, and they were more extensive and profound than Worrell's first-level pilot instructors, they would not have made such a choice to sell themselves for three years.

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