Harsh Environment

"Using death to threaten someone who isn't afraid of dying is the most meaningless thing there is."

Mu Fan looked calmly at Falcon.

"I like that." Tank, who stood beside Mu Fan like a rock giant, gave an honest smile.

"Kid, I hope you'll always forge ahead on the road ahead." Falcon looked at Mu Fan and nodded approvingly.

That was how a man ought to behave!

"Next, we'll head to the Federation's border. There, Federation soldiers are fighting the enemy across hundreds of planets, large and small. This is a war that must be fought for resources. Your destination—Ipsilon e73 Planet—is 21 light-years from Landu Star."

"You are assigned to the 262nd Infantry Company of the 149th Division under the Federation's Fourth Army Group, with the rank of private. The enemy in this conflict is the Gador Empire's frontier forces, an old rival of the Federation. Both sides mainly fight on the ground. Electromagnetic turbulence exists in the upper atmosphere of the combat zone and severely affects aircraft takeoff, so we'll deploy you to a base on the other side."

"From the moment you land, you will be an ordinary army soldier. All your actions will be subject to the command of the ground forces."

"That concludes the content of your third assessment. If you have any questions, ask them now."

Mu Fan silently chewed over the strange name of the planet, Ipsilon e73. Hearing Falcon's words, he raised his eyes, then shook his head.

"No questions."

"Very good. The Flying Dragon will begin its jump in 47 minutes and should reach its destination about 26 hours later. During that time, you'd best prepare yourself mentally. As for personal belongings, you may bring your tactical backpack."

Without any further nonsense, Falcon directly announced the end of the pre-battle meeting.