In the afternoon, after the others rested for an hour, their second class began.
Oh, wait, it should be the fourth class.
"I forgot to mention, you studied two classes' worth of material this morning..." Guo Yi explained to them, looking as if it had just dawned on him: "Didn't sleep well last night, was a bit groggy.
The first class was called Gravity Adaptation.
That's why you were floating mid-air during training.
Also, all your future lessons will be conducted in a state of zero gravity, so you must all adapt well to zero gravity while not forgetting the conditions when gravity exists.
After all, in the future, not only will you go into space, but you'll also descend onto planets!"
While jogging, the group listened to Guo Yi's explanation, feeling extraordinarily speechless.
Especially Ostrich and Medic, the two of them still with their heads pressed against each other...
"And the second class is called Mental Load Adaptation Training, which means having you operate the steering system.
In the future, your mental load will be gradually increased until you can use a full-armor Gundam and engage in high-intensity, continuous fierce combat lasting over an hour.
Of course, that's a matter for the future; for now, let's wait until you can operate the steering system without pressure.
And the third class..." Guo Yi held back a smile and continued: "Gundam piloting, although made much simpler and more flexible thanks to the distributed control system, still has quite a few mechanical controls.
So the fourth class is memorizing the general operation!
Simply put, it's academic class!"
"..." Looking at the dense array of buttons on their goggles, the group felt a wave of old complaints rise up to burst forth.
Yet, thinking of the electrocution trio, they ultimately held it back.
This included the Ostrich trio.
"Originally, I wanted to wait until we changed locations and built a Gundam cockpit simulator before letting you start learning." Guo Yi deliberately sighed, saying with a trace of helplessness: "But you all said you were warriors returned from hell.
Since that's the case, if there are no difficulties, we must create difficulties and push forward!
Keep it up!
Oh, right, let me mention by the way, unless you pass, you will have two classes in the morning and two classes in the afternoon.
Testing will be conducted once every three days, and those who fail will freely enjoy a high-voltage pulse massage!"
Hearing Guo Yi's lunatic words, the group was left speechless as well.
However, they brought this entirely upon themselves, and they could consider themselves thoroughly shoved back into the furnace for retraining...
Afterward, the group once again cast unkind gazes at Ostrich, unanimously deciding: braised Ostrich tonight!
Just a few days after Lone Wolf and War Wolf began training, in the main base of Wolf Fang's training grounds, a middle-aged man holding a file knocked on He Zhijun's office door.
"Come in."
He Zhijun was buried in some documents on his desk and replied casually.
"Old He!"
The middle-aged man looked at He Zhijun, who was buried in paperwork, and greeted him with a cheerful smile.
"Old Huang! Why are you here?" Hearing Old Huang's voice, He Zhijun raised his head in pleasant surprise: "Come sit, have some tea."
"Take a look." Old Huang handed the file in his hand to He Zhijun, then took a sip of tea.
He Zhijun took the file with a puzzled expression.
Then, after carefully browsing through it, He Zhijun let out a hearty laugh: "In the end, it still got intercepted for me!
There's going to be some lively action in Wolf Fang from now on!"
Finished laughing, He Zhijun hurriedly stood up, pulled a topographic map out from his office desk, spread it out, and said to Old Huang: "Old Huang, according to the specifications in the file, just pick a spot in the surrounding area!"
"Mm." Old Huang nodded, carefully studying the topographic map while casually asking a question: "When Old Qian gave me this file, I saw him grinning from ear to ear, unable to hold it in.
What's in here?"
"Don't ask, I know nothing about it!" He Zhijun said calmly: "However, next up, there is very likely going to be a military-wide competition.
It will definitely include your logistics department, so you can make good preparations!"
Hearing He Zhijun's words, Old Huang raised his head in surprise and looked at him.
Afterward, Old Huang narrowed his eyes: "Mm!"
Following that, the two did not continue conversing.
Just as He Zhijun received his orders, over in Elder Zhou's office, a bunch of old cronies had also gathered—every single one of them veteran scientists holding a host of state-level titles.
Simply put, the people here basically belonged to national-treasure-level status.
"Tsk tsk tsk, and here I thought it would take at least a decade or more to achieve!"
A certain old man stared with glowing eyes at the dog clone on the table, unable to resist reaching out to touch it: "This is good stuff!"
"It's a pity this is only a pseudo-strong artificial intelligence, not a true strong artificial intelligence." Elder Zhou boasted to the other old cronies: "You haven't seen that strong artificial intelligence; it can completely give corresponding replies based on a person's sentences and tone!
It's just that what it says is a bit..."
"Then why didn't you bring it over?" The old man touching the dog clone looked at Elder Zhou and asked with an annoyed expression: "Why make such a cut-down version instead?"
"No choice, couldn't bring it over." Elder Zhou gave a bitter smile and explained to him: "That strong artificial intelligence is his assistant; he needs it more.
Moreover, he copied the exact same code for that strong artificial intelligence hundreds of thousands of times.
The only one that can be considered a strong artificial intelligence is the one in his hand.
The rest are all cut-down versions.
So there's nothing to be done..."
"Aren't these codes all the same?"
"According to what he says, there are a few pieces of uncrackable code, and that's probably the core of the strong artificial intelligence.
Even though it was copied and pasted identically, for some reason it just won't run." Elder Zhou shrugged and said helplessly: "Still, I'm guessing that fellow probably just found it too troublesome.
After all, having one strong artificial intelligence is enough for him, so he couldn't be bothered to delve any deeper."
"So this 'he' you speak of—is it one person? Or a team?"
An old woman looked at Elder Zhou's smug smile, her eyes narrowing as she suddenly asked with a chuckle: "What on earth does he have in his hands that requires a bunch of old fellows like us to be gathered together?
There are people here who build tanks, people who build airplanes, people who build warships, and even people in aerospace.
It doesn't match up at all!"
"Yeah, so what on earth does higher-ups mean by this?" Another old man wearing work overalls also nodded and asked curiously: "How is it that we're suddenly asked to wrap up our current projects within half a year?
Just this artificial intelligence alone couldn't possibly get all of us old fellows together, could it?
What else are you hiding that you haven't told us?"
"Can't say. The only thing I can show you right now is this gadget." Elder Zhou shook his head with a beaming smile, refusing to talk no matter what: "Or you could go ask Old Zhao?
He went through it together with me, so he knows the whole story from beginning to end."
Elder Zhao, who had been acting like an invisible person in the room all along—drinking tea and watching the show—saw Elder Zhou shifting the firepower onto him and immediately shouted loudly: "Elder Zhou's security clearance is higher than mine, and even he doesn't dare to talk. As a vanguard soldier like me, I dare even less to say.
When you're supposed to know, you'll know.
Anyway, I suggest you fellows first wrap up the projects that can be wrapped up, and seal up the ones that should be shelved."
The group of old men looked left at Elder Zhou, then right at Elder Zhao, discovering that no matter how they interrogated them, nothing would come out.
They could only disband out of boredom.
After all, with the secrecy regulations in place, while they didn't care about them too terribly much, pushing the interrogation too far wouldn't be quite appropriate.
As for why they weren't worried about the secrecy regulations?
Just look at their identities, and then take a good look at their ages—if even they couldn't be trusted, then there wouldn't be anyone trustworthy left in the entire country.
It wouldn't even be certain whether the nation could stand tall with any dignity!