Chapter 695

It is struggling frantically, trying to break out of its cocoon.

Zheng Feng's brain was buzzing in melon seeds. Let alone concentrate on thinking, even organizing language and speaking took all his strength.

It's impossible for him to give advice again.

Marta Nicklaus said reluctantly, "Captain, don't be kidding. We're playing now!"

Zheng Feng sat cross legged and didn't say a word. He looked like I had made up my mind.

Mata, Li Qingqing, Edgar, punkert, Morrison and others looked at each other.

be finished.

The captain is here for real.

No wonder he had a whim yesterday about "hanging up" training. It turned out that he had long planned.

"Well, it seems that we really have to rely on ourselves," Edgar shrugged.

Morrison: "I believe Edgar, you can lead us to victory!"

Jane Roland stared at him. "Nonsense. Mata is the vice captain. We should obey Mata's command."

Morrison: "but Edgar's overall strength is second only to our team leader! We should have Edgar has the final say."

Jane: "a good commander depends on more than fists! Many good generals can't drive armor! What's the use of developed limbs and simple mind?"

It's... beginning to quarrel.

Seeing this, the teachers in the college are also confused.

Relevant personnel of the sage plan and onlookers such as Zhou Donglai were also confused.

At this time, LEV, who had always been silent in the team, approached Zheng Feng and said in a voice: "Captain, I accept your arrangement, but I think you should give us a more convincing reason."

Zheng Feng reluctantly opened his eyes, looked at LEV, and then looked over there. Finally, the quarrel stopped and looked at his team members.

He felt it, too.

If we let things go, I'm afraid the flying tigers will be eliminated.

Zheng Feng thought that he might have to say something.

But by this time, his mind was almost in chaos, leaving only a little light.

With this light, he blessed his heart and said: "My goal is not just a trial within the college, nor a trial on planet 7. I want to take you out of the tenth theater, stand on the highest stage of the Empire and become famous there. So we have to win all the time. To achieve this goal, the level you have shown before is far from enough."

"It's impossible to always rely on me to drag you forward. I want you to rush out of the college without my help. If you fail, it proves that I was dreaming at the beginning. It's meaningless to rush you into the trials in the Yunding theater. You'll only lose more disgrace. Do you understand what I mean?"

With that, Zheng Feng closed his eyes again.

This time he's completely closed.

Lev looked back at the crowd, but did not speak. He just walked out of the crowd with his head down and opened the mission statement in front of him.

Edgar gave Marta a slightly pinched look, and the next moment he turned back and slapped Morrison on the head, "you talk a lot! Captain Marta, I'll give it to you."

Marta nodded. "Okay."

They suddenly realized Zheng Feng's "real" intention.

He deserves to be the captain. He's so thoughtful.

The ideological impact of this moment made them complete their transformation.

Five minutes later, Mata completes the preparation of the action plan and clicks the start button.

The figure of 29 Flying Tigers disappeared from the preparation site and entered the first difficult task.

A few days ago, when Zheng Feng began to carry out special training with the flying tigers, the average strength of the little guys had increased significantly and caught up with the ordinary combat class of the college.

Now, nearly a week has passed. In the first round of the competition the day before yesterday, the players have gone through the experience of bad start, medium-term force and late rolling, and have made a lot of progress again.

In terms of ability, the game the day before yesterday brought some improvement to the flying tigers, but the real change is their mentality.

Those who were once eliminated have regained their confidence.

They have realized that "I can".

Now, they put down their resentment and selfishness and are determined to prove themselves in front of Zheng Feng. At the same time, they also look forward to and covet the highest stage.

Since the captain said so, let's try.

Like the captain, we will look down on life and death, victory and defeat, do our best and leave no regrets.

With this state of mind, this group of three-year-old children whose psychological age and IQ are not coordinated burst out amazing energy in their tiny bodies.

Thirty three hours later, the Flying Tigers passed the line with 19 of the 80 teams.

When they got the results, the exhausted little guys looked incredible and dreamy.

More than 800 classes of the same grade and the 19th place in more than 200 combat sequence classes mean that without Zheng Feng, they have changed from being eliminated to the elite in the college.

Moreover, the other teams are full of 30 people, and they are always 29 people fighting!

It's not just the little guys themselves who are surprised.

Ding Hu and other teachers also fell into meditation.

Everyone recalled that the simulated ranking given by the main brain to the Flying Tigers before the start of the game was No. 19.

At that time, some people thought it was overestimated and Ding Hu thought it was underestimated.

Now Ding Hu understands.

It turns out that this 19th place prediction has such a meaning?

Did the brain know from the beginning that Zheng summit lay flat at the final stage of the trial?

The Flying Tigers walked out of the simulation cockpit. Ding Hu and the head teacher of the other 19 qualifying teams stepped forward quickly.

At this time, many members of the Flying Tigers stood in front of Zheng Feng.

Although the little guys are physically and mentally tired, they are in a neat queue, holding their heads high and proud.

After all, it's a teenager's mind.

"Captain, we did OK?"

Edgar Julian wiped the sweat on his forehead and said happily.

Mata also looked at Zheng Feng with worship eyes.

As today's acting commander, Mata Nicklaus fulfilled his accusations well.

Strangely, although Zheng Feng stayed at the starting point all the way, the old monk settled down, didn't say a word or do anything, Mata had the illusion that he was always there.

Whenever she needed to make a decision, she would first ask herself, "what would he do if he were the captain?"

After asking questions, her mind will quickly recall the little things that have happened since Zheng Feng began to be the captain, led the Flying Tigers in training and then participated in the competition.

Then, Mata can find reference from every decision Zheng Feng once made and his inner trend in everything he completed under his command.

This is not a complicated logical reasoning, and the speed of thinking is very fast, but it runs through the whole game today.

Marta knows, and so do others.

Even the most dishonest Edgar Julian, in the face of every important decision, can't help but recall how he did under Zheng Feng's order, and then follow the previous action style, and do better in order to prove that he can.

No one can deny an objective fact.

That is Zheng Feng, who is lying flat today, but his sense of existence is still strong, even stronger than the day before yesterday.

Zheng Feng looked up at his little players and thought about what to say.

Since he left the virtual space, he felt a little better, the noise in his head was not so loud, and the frequency of CHENFENG 2 appeared a little lower, which could be regarded as a little able to organize language.

"It's really good." Zheng Feng smiled and nodded. "It's beyond my expectation."

But he immediately said, "but it's reasonable, so don't expect me to praise you."

"Er..."

Zheng Feng's expression gradually became serious. "I hope you understand a truth. You are still young and your life is still very long. Now you have only completed some trivial basic work. The struggle you will experience is continuous, long-term, and even eternal."

"When I am here, I can point out the direction for you to attack the city and pull out the stronghold. I can deal with the strongest enemy and solve the problems you can't solve. But life can't last forever, and accidents will always exist. One day, either you enter the battlefield and join other teams, or you may grow into a commander yourself. In short, I'm not with you anymore. Again Or we have a situation where there is nothing I can do. "

"When I can no longer be relied on by you, what should you do? Be weak, or give up the struggle? The enemy or opponent will not show mercy to you because you show weakness. The society will not wait for you, the competitors in the game will not wait for you, and the enemy will not wait for you."

"You have only one choice. Remember what I taught you, how I did it, and then do everything you should do to complete my unfinished business. As long as mankind still exists one day, our story will not end."

The rest of the Flying Tigers were stunned.

What and what!

What the captain said at the beginning was similar, which made them feel the same, but how could it be that the more he went to the back, the more wrong it was?

Especially the last sentence is the most exaggerated. We are just a group of children. We haven't graduated yet. What we won is just a school trial. Why is it related to the fate of mankind?

Zheng Feng reacted coldly, "huh? Er..."

What am I talking about?

I'm only eleven?

what is wrong with me?

Looking at Ding Hu and other instructors who were shocked by themselves, Zheng Feng was embarrassed to scratch his head.

He wondered.

These words did come from his own mouth.

He also knows the thinking process in his mind when he organizes language.

At that time, he really didn't think there was any problem. The whole process came naturally.

But when he finished talking and calmed down quickly, he felt that something was wrong.

"Brother Hu, there will be other competitions the day after tomorrow. Don't use the celebration banquet or something? We're very tired. We'll go back and have a rest now. Bye!"

The situation was too embarrassing. Zheng Feng decided to slip away and ran away, leaving only Ding Hu and other instructors and other participating children with big eyes. He didn't know whether to praise his "hot-blooded" declaration or laugh at his big fart and doudingwa's "boasting".

Back home, Zheng Feng hurried to read many psychological works.

He worried about whether there was something wrong with his brain.

Nature is nothing.

At this time, Zheng Feng did not know that a large group of people were listening to his "heroic words" again and again for various in-depth analysis.

Emmanuel Berto, who has profound attainments in history, literature and psychology, set the tone for the discussion first.

"In terms of Zheng Feng's current age and the information he can access, the emergence of this remark is obviously unreasonable. Now we have determined that the sage has placed his trust on Zheng Feng, but we are not sure whether Zheng Feng will continue to grow and awaken his memory and become a sage, or whether Chen Feng, the sage in his body, suddenly awakens and replaces Zheng Feng's personality."

"Based on the above reasons, I think the speaker is Zheng Feng, but it can be said that he is not Zheng Feng. The content of this speech is too large. It is obvious that the object of reference is not just the Flying Tigers. His real audience is all mankind, US and the ruling class of the Empire."

Based on the above remarks, the core members of the sage plan had a broad and in-depth discussion with the imperial leadership, including Zhou Donglai and Andre, and interpreted Zheng Feng's words from various angles.

From Zheng Feng's motivation to speak, the mechanism of brain thinking when speaking, to what intention he expressed, and so on.

If we want to describe it with written papers as the carrier, it is Zheng Feng's words that have produced the highest level academic works of the empire with a total amount of hundreds of millions of words.

While the rigorous academic discussion outside was in full swing, Zheng Feng himself, the initiator of the figurines, was exhausted because of his high-intensity brain use in recent days.

The brain is buzzing. I don't know who is talking, and I can't hear what it is. It's like simple tinnitus.

The frequency of CHENFENG No. 2 screen also increased further, from once in a few minutes to once in dozens of seconds.

Zheng Feng doesn't understand what this means.

In this case, he accepted the suggestion of Xiao Wei in the duck stuffing artifact, tried to empty his brain, didn't think about any problems, and stopped reading. He only turned on the power of the sleep quality enhancer in the artifact to improve sleep efficiency to the maximum, trying to have a deep and dark sleep.

But he failed and fell into the pain of insomnia that should not be entered from every angle, such as his age, genetic arousal and physical quality.

He tossed and turned in bed. His eyes closed and opened and closed. Sometimes he took the initiative to extend his eyebrows, but he always wrinkled up unconsciously and couldn't sleep for a long time.

The stars peeping in the dark were frightened.

At this time, the stars received a small request from Zheng Feng himself.

He ordered a song, sleepwalking Virgo, one of the representative works of Zhong Lei, a music master thousands of years ago.

A miracle happened.

With the melodious music and the low singing of Zhong Lei's perfect sound line, Zheng Feng's disordered breathing quickly became rhythmic, and the tight skin on his face slowly relaxed.

After a long time, only the smooth breathing sound and the single cycle of sleepwalking Virgo echoed gently in the room.

Zheng Feng has seldom dreamed since he was born.

But this time, he had a beautiful, great dream.

He dreamed that he had become a free soul that could cross time and space, waved goodbye to the Milky Way galaxy, stepped on the bridge built by music and walked in every corner of the vast and magnificent Virgo supercluster.

From time to time, he fell on the surface of the red planet and looked up at the dark blue sun; Sometimes I stand beside the colorful Nebula belt and stretch out my fingers to move the rainbow like radiation clouds; Sometimes standing on the top of the giant beast in the starry sky, running hundreds of millions of miles, leaving streamer particle clouds along the way

In this dream, he got the greatest freedom.