"Where am I?"
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His unfocused pupils slowly focused, and Qin Tian blinked, looking around in confusion.
The steel walls gleamed with a cold light, and groups of people in uniform black dresses formed square formations, neat and solemn, silent as deathly still statues. "
Wasn't I playing games at home? How did I end up here?"
Qin Tian subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but just then, a memory hidden deep within his brain surfaced. "
I am Alpha-7, the third-generation battlefield replicator, number 89757.
My mission is to be loyal to the Empire, loyal to the army, obey orders from my superiors, and take up arms to eliminate all invading enemies."
The brief stream of information was like a drop of water, merging into Qin Tian's ocean of memories spanning over twenty years, without causing any ripples.
Replicas, Empire, weapons…
Qin Tian's eyelids drooped, a surge of intense tension and panic rising deep within him.
I've actually transmigrated!
And this identity… it sounds like cannon fodder!
The
crisp sound of leather shoes clattering on the ground broke the silence.
"New recruits, welcome to this cruel world."
A tall, burly officer stood at the front of the formation, his deep, resonant voice carrying clearly to everyone without any loudspeaker.
"You are war machines created by the Empire; loyalty and sacrifice are your innate destiny."
"From today onward, you will take up arms, fight for the Empire, fight for the people, and write an immortal chapter of the Empire's glory with your blood and lives."
"Long live the Empire!!!"
That last sentence seemed to trigger a switch deep within his soul.
In an instant, fervor and excitement blazed in the eyes of all the clones, their unified and resounding shouts nearly lifting the roof off.
"Long live the Empire!!!"
...
The towering command tower, like a steel behemoth, stood in the center of the camp. Various indicator lights flashed at the top, constantly sending information streams to the surrounding warships and fortifications. Below the command tower
, wide passageways radiated in all directions, the ground paved with thick metal plates. Tracked vehicles and walking mechs frequently moved about, leaving deep and shallow tracks on the metal plates. Officers led thousands of clones out of the barracks, the black-uniformed crowd flowing like a torrent, instantly attracting everyone's attention. "This is the third batch of clones, right? Why are there so many fewer than the first two batches?" "It shows the logistics department is under immense pressure; they can barely produce this kind of cannon fodder anymore." "The situation is becoming increasingly dire. If this continues, we might have no choice but to retreat." "Sigh, so many people have died. If we have to hand over our territory to those disgusting orcs in the end, I simply can't accept it." The distant conversation reached his ears. Qin Tian noticed that this body's various functions were exceptionally superior: sharp eyesight, able to see pebbles dozens of meters away; keen hearing, able to hear whispers from a great distance; and a robust physique, where a single clenched fist conveyed immense power. In his previous life, he would have been practically a weakened version of Captain America, Olympic gold medals a piece of cake for him. But here, he was, in the eyes of outsiders,—cannon fodder. "Haha, Raymond, you've come at just the right time." A man in a silver uniform jumped off a black tracked vehicle, strode to the front of the formation, and said to the officer, "I need manpower to unload the bodies into the morgue. Let these clones do the work." "Okay." Raymond nodded in agreement. In the military camp, handling corpses was an important task, taking priority over recruit training. "Alright, then follow me." The man in the silver uniform lightly leaped onto the five-meter-high vehicle, as light as a bird, leaving Qin Tian stunned. What was this? Super Captain America? "Everyone, run forward!" Officer Raymond shouted, then led his team to follow the convoy. About 20 minutes later, they arrived in front of a huge barracks. "Move all the bodies inside." With a click, a large mechanical arm extended from the vehicle, grabbing the bodies from inside and slowly placing them on the ground. The clones lined up, one after another, picking up the bodies from the ground and carrying them to the designated rooms in the barracks. Soon, it was Qin Tian's turn. He held a man with only half a body in his arms, dark red blood staining his chest, the strong stench of blood filling his nostrils, making him feel nauseous. However, he endured the discomfort and, like the other clones, completed his work expressionlessly. The first, the second… Gradually, Qin Tian found himself adapting to the job. Even if the corpse in his arms was mangled beyond recognition, even if the intestines were exposed, his reaction was no longer as strong as it had been at the beginning. Before, this was unimaginable. "Could it be that the instinct of this cloned body is influencing me?" Qin Tian pursed his lips and squatted down to pick up the next corpse. Just then, he saw a green orb of light suddenly float up from the corpse. He thought he was seeing things, but the next second, the orb flew towards his chest.
*Snap*
The ball of light merged into his body. Qin Tian's body stiffened for a second or two, then he slowly stood up, his expression blank as he carried the corpse away.
[Name] Absolute Gun Sense (Green)
[Type] Passive Talent
[Description] The wielder possesses an innate control over firearms, able to predict target trajectories based on the environment, achieving precise strikes.
Several lines of text appeared before his retina.
Qin Tian lowered his head slightly, concealing the surprise and excitement welling up in his eyes.
"I knew it, how could a transmigrator not have a cheat code?"
As cannon fodder in the eyes of outsiders, he was originally very pessimistic about the future, believing he would have a hard time surviving in this cruel war environment.
But now, it seems there's always a way out.
This battlefield filled with blood and death might still be a place of opportunity for him.
Qin Tian quickened his pace, placed the corpse in the morgue, then found a less crowded line to queue up and take the next corpse.
He was a slender man dressed in a silver leather battle suit. From the outside, he appeared unharmed, but when Qin Tian picked him up, he discovered that almost all of the man's bones were shattered. Even the slightest movement produced cracking sounds from within, as if the bones were rubbing against each other.
Fortunately, this man had given him two talent orbs.
One green, one white.
[Name] Danger Perception (Green)
[Type] Passive Talent
[Description] Those who possess this talent are like battlefield prophets, able to keenly sense nearby dangers and react promptly.
...
[Name] Low-Level Blade Sense (White)
[Type] Passive Talent
[Description] Those who possess this talent have an extraordinary understanding and control over the blade, allowing for more precise blade trajectories and smoother, more natural sword movements.-+ [Absolute Gun Sensation] [Danger Perception] [Low-Level Knife Sensation]
Two green and one white orbs of light floated in Qin Tian's mind. He could see them from a very peculiar perspective, like "inner vision" in martial arts novels. However
,
to be honest, after absorbing the three orbs of talent, Qin Tian didn't feel any changes in his body. Perhaps only when he came into contact with firearms and knives and entered the battlefield would these talents truly show their effects.
Next, Qin Tian continued to carry the corpses, but he couldn't absorb any new orbs of talent until the vehicle left.
"What a pity."
Qin Tian lowered his eyes, standing straight in the formation.
While his three talents are impressive, especially his [Absolute Gun Sense] and [Danger Perception], which would make him an excellent machine gunner or sniper on the battlefield, they still don't exempt him from being cannon fodder; at best, he's a relatively useful piece of cannon fodder.
*Click click click*
Just then, another large transport vehicle approached from afar.
"Raymond, it's good that your men haven't left yet."
Another officer jumped down from the vehicle, smiling as he said,
"Help me send these green-skinned orcs in too. My soldiers don't want to touch them because they're too dirty, so let these clones do it."
Raymond asked first,
"How's the situation at the front?"
The officer paused for a moment, his expression somewhat grave:
"Not very optimistic. The Golan Heights are taking up no time, and our regiment is suffering heavy losses. If this continues, we'll probably have to abandon the mission and retreat to Sun Valley."
"You take these cannon fodder and train them well. In three days, we'll continue our assault on the Golan Heights, and that's when they'll be needed."
"Okay."
Raymond nodded silently.
Crackling sounds
echoed as massive mechanical claws lowered mountains of corpses—the green-skinned orcs the legion had described.
These were tall, muscular figures, far exceeding human height on average, with blue faces, fangs, and muscles that bulged like gnarled old trees, exuding a primal and savage power. Their
rough skin was a nauseating dark green, as if covered by a layer of perpetually decaying moss, its surface pitted and uneven, riddled with scars and pustules, emitting a pungent stench.
Qin Tian lowered his head, pursed his lips, and forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit. The smell of these orcs was worse than a cesspool that had been stagnant for a month.
"Four people per group, carry them inside,"
Raymond ordered.
The clones, in groups of four, grabbed the orcs by their limbs and lifted them to a certain height, carrying the corpses into the barracks.
Qin Tian had already chosen his targets. He quickly walked to the largest and most robust orc corpse and grabbed its rough, wide hand.
*Whoosh!*
Two green orbs of light flew out from the orc's body and entered Qin Tian's body.
[Name] Advanced Strength (Green)
[Type] Passive Talent
[Description] Significantly strengthens bones and muscles, enhancing explosive power, endurance, and resistance to impact.
...
[Name]Rapid Recovery (Green)
[Type]Passive Talent
[Description]Those who possess this talent have cell activity far exceeding that of ordinary people, possessing a very strong self-healing ability, while their resistance to various toxins is greatly enhanced.
As soon as the two talents entered his body, Qin Tian immediately noticed changes quietly taking place.
His bones cracked, and a faint pain emanated from them, as if he were undergoing some kind of beating. His muscle fibers became more resilient, like steel wire, and even his skin seemed to tighten up.
"Phew, I finally got my hands on a life-saving method."
Qin Tian's eyes gleamed; these two talents were exactly what he wanted.
Advanced Strength enhanced his physical attributes to a new level.
Rapid recovery grants him powerful physical regeneration, allowing him to regain his fighting ability in a short time even when injured.
With these two talents as a foundation, coupled with the assistance of [Danger Perception], his battlefield survivability will be greatly increased.
Qin Tian and three other clones carried the orc corpse and slowly walked towards the barracks. Along the way, Qin Tian had been quietly observing the other clones.
Each clone had a different appearance and height, clearly not made from a single template, but what they had in common was their cold, wooden expressions, like emotionless robots.
However, this was a normal phenomenon.
After all, each clone's memory only contained a very short stream of information. They didn't know what joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness were, let alone fear. Perhaps their emotions would only fluctuate when they heard information related to the Empire.
Qin Tian imitated the expressions and mannerisms of the other clones, maintaining a completely indifferent face throughout, his disguise flawless.
At this moment, he finally understood why many male actors with poor acting skills debuted as aloof and handsome men—because pretending to be cool was a very easy thing to do.
Thump—
The orc corpse landed heavily on the ground. Qin Tian quickened his pace and returned, hoping to touch another corpse.
However, not many orc corpses had been brought over; by the time he returned, all the corpses had been moved away.
Seeing this, he could only sigh inwardly.
"Assemble!"
Raymond raised his right hand and shouted in a deep voice.
Soon, the clone legion assembled and, led by Raymond, headed to their first training ground:
the firing range.
...
The green-skinned orcs and clones were cannon fodder created by the Orc Empire and the Galactic Empire using different technologies, respectively.
The green-skinned orcs were physically strong but not very bright.
The clones were of normal intelligence, calm and obedient, but physically weaker.
This difference led to drastically different training methods for the two.
The green-skinned orcs were difficult to communicate with, so the Orc Empire would imprison them in groups, and when it was time to go to battle, give each green-skinned orc a spiked club, a suit of iron armor, and then let them charge into battle.
After the clones are manufactured, they are taken to a shooting range by instructors for three to seven days of firearms training to familiarize themselves with the use of firearms and improve their shooting accuracy.
When they go to the battlefield, the clones will take on the task of suppressing fire and eliminating as many green-skinned orcs as possible.
Thousands of clones are divided into several groups and go to four large shooting ranges. After the instructors demonstrate the shooting techniques, each person is given a standard-issue rifle.
Contrary to Qin Tian's expectations, this standard-issue rifle wasn't a laser weapon from a science fiction novel, but a common live-fire weapon.
The moment he touched the rifle, a strange feeling welled up inside him. The cold barrel felt like an extension of his body; every part was under his control, and he could feel the weapon's pulse with every breath.
The stock rested steadily on his shoulder, as if it were one with him, without the slightest sense of incongruity. His finger lightly touched the trigger, the sensation filling him with an indescribable confidence.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze extending through the scope. The whole world became clear at that moment; the bullseye, dozens of meters away, appeared infinitely magnified in his eyes.
Bang!
The gun fired.-+Chapter 3 The Sharpshooter The vast firing range echoed with
the resounding crack of rifle shots. Each recruit was assigned a specially designed target, above which an electronic screen displayed their score for each shot.
Initially, the recruits' scores were poor, with misses being common. A 5 or 6 ring was considered high, and occasionally a lucky one would manage a 10.
At this point, the ring number on the electronic screen would change from green to a bold, enlarged red.
Raymond stood on the high platform, overlooking the range below. A sea of green stretched out before him, with only a few scattered red dots quickly disappearing.
He wasn't surprised. For
their first experience with shooting, avoiding misses was already quite an achievement.
The clones are physically stronger than ordinary people, their hands are more steady when holding a gun, and they are more focused. After three days of training, while not every one of them could become a sharpshooter, their accuracy wouldn't be too bad.
They'd be more than enough to shoot those big, green-skinned orcs.
Bang , bang, bang
! The shooting range echoed continuously
. Just then, a spot caught Raymond's attention.
In the sea of green, this red dot that never faded stood out.
10 rings, 10 rings, 10 rings…
On the electronic screen, a score appeared almost every second, but the color never changed; it remained the red representing 10 rings.
"Oh, are there any recruits with shooting talent?"
Raymond immediately became interested.
Cloning technology has existed for a long time, but many problems remain in the mass production of cloned soldiers.
For example, the loaded memories cannot be too complex, as this would cause the clones to become confused and difficult to follow commands.
The integrated gene fragments also cannot be too powerful, otherwise the clones' bodies will quickly collapse.
Given these technological shortcomings, the vast majority of clones are ordinary and mediocre; they cannot perform overly complex tasks and can only be cultivated as cannon fodder.
However, with such a large population base, some clones will inevitably undergo genetic mutations. They often possess extraordinary talents, such as immense strength, lightning speed, and heightened senses.
These clones are selected and cultivated with special care.
After observing for a while, he quickly walked towards the target.
He soon found it.
In front of the target, a recruit in a black uniform held his rifle level, his finger rhythmically pulling the trigger. His hand gripping the stock was almost motionless, his eyes cold and indifferent, like an emotionless machine. Even when Raymond was beside him, his gaze and expression remained completely unchanged, as if he treated Raymond as nothing.
Seeing this, Raymond wasn't angry. This was how clones were; they had no emotions and didn't try to please their superiors. In their minds, there was only one thing: to obey the Empire's orders and fight for the Empire.
Raymond glanced at the number on the recruit's right chest and said,
"Recruit 89757, stop for a moment."
*Click*
Qin Tian fired the last bullet, slowly put down his rifle, and turned to look at Raymond expressionlessly.
"Take your rifle and come with me," Raymond ordered.
Qin Tian's eyes flickered, he nodded, and followed Raymond, quickly being led to the adjacent shooting range.
The range wasn't large, and several soldiers were practicing. Seeing Raymond arrive, they immediately put down their weapons, quickly ran to his side, and stood at attention to salute.
"Sir!"
"Hmm."
Raymond nodded, his expression serious. "Continue practicing."
"Yes, sir."
The soldiers responded in deep voices, their gazes sweeping over Qin Tian behind Raymond, a hint of curiosity creeping into their eyes.
Judging by this uniform, he must be a clone.
What does Commander Raymond mean by bringing him here alone?
"Recruit, come here."
Raymond led Qin Tian to an open target area and said,
"The targets in front will move randomly in a moment. You need to hit the bullseye as much as possible."
Hearing this, Qin Tian's mouth opened slightly, and he made a dry, hoarse sound:
"Okay."
The test began.
100 meters away, six moving targets moved in different directions, and would suddenly change direction while moving, and their speed was not slow.
Qin Tian raised his rifle, aimed for a second, and decisively pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The shot rang out, and one of the targets displayed the score. A 7-
ring
score on a moving target over 100 meters away is already incredibly impressive, especially considering it's Qin Tian's first time using a moving target.
Raymond nodded in satisfaction.
However, Qin Tian wasn't content.
[Absolute Gun Sense] is a green talent, like [Advanced Strength] and [Rapid Recovery], with immense potential. Simply hitting a moving target isn't something to be proud of.
He has higher expectations for himself. A gentle breeze brushed past,
and Qin Tian squinted. He doesn't calculate bullet trajectories, wind speed, or wind direction; he shoots entirely by feel. But this feeling is elusive and indescribable, like the "zone" in basketball. Focused, powerful, and confident, everything was under control. Bang! The gunshot and the huge red "10 rings" instantly caught Raymond's attention.
10 rings?
10 rings on the second shot?
Raymond's eyes flickered. Even though he had trained many talented recruits, the shooting talent of recruit number 89757 still amazed him.
Bang~bang~bang~
The gunshots rang out in succession, with a rhythmic beat:
10 rings, 10 rings, 10 rings…
Every shot was a 10, until all six bullsit points hit. Qin Tian slowly lowered his gun, looking calmly at Raymond.
"Good, very good."
Raymond's face showed approval. He added, "The difficulty will increase again next. I hope you can maintain this excellent performance."
After speaking, Raymond gestured towards the command post.
The next moment, more than 20 mechanical birds took off from the distant hillside, flapping their wings and circling above the firing range, a dark mass.
"Recruit, these are agile birds used for shooting training. They will only fall if you hit their eyes, and your task is to shoot them all down."
Raymond issued a task of nightmarish difficulty. These mechanical birds were small in size and flew high and fast, making it incredibly difficult to hit their eyes.
The soldiers nearby were secretly observing Raymond and Qin Tian, and their eyes widened instantly when they heard Raymond's request.
The agile bird shooting was the most difficult shooting training exercise, and only a handful of exceptional individuals in the entire army could complete it.
Commander Raymond was asking too much of a newly-produced clone to challenge a nimble bird.
It was practically an impossible task.
However, Qin Tian remained expressionless. He silently raised his gun, his single eye slightly narrowed, his gaze fixed on the target through the scope.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Suddenly, Qin Tian struck.
Bang!
The first shot hit the bird's wing, causing it to sway and slow abruptly.
Bang!
The second shot struck its left eye directly, the mechanical bird exploding with sparks before plummeting to the ground.
"Almost there."
Qin Tian held his breath, his mind blank, his focus intense.
At that moment, the world fell into absolute silence; everything seemed to slow down.
Bang!
Gunshots rang out, lightning flashed, and birds fell.
Bang bang bang!
Dark figures
plummeted from the sky, leaving the soldiers speechless with shock.
Raymond was equally stunned, turning to look at Qin Tian.
His cold, rugged profile, unwavering gaze, and the powerful aura emanating
from him as he pulled the trigger—he seemed to see the shadow of another man: Huang Xun.
That was their regiment's top marksman, who had recently volunteered to come to Alpha 7 to fight.
His marksmanship was even better than what Qin Tian had just displayed, almost divine.
Unfortunately, this very morning, this highly skilled marksman had been accidentally wounded in a fight with psionicists and tragically sacrificed his life.
This was undoubtedly a huge loss for the legion.
Unexpectedly, just half a day later, another sharpshooter emerged from among the clone recruits considered cannon fodder, and his demeanor was so similar to Huang Xun's.
It all seemed like an arrangement of fate.
Raymond looked up, and in a daze, he seemed to see that stubborn soul floating in the air, a smile on his lips, waving downwards, his lips moving slightly, as if saying—
"The Empire…forever."-+Chapter 4 Earth Dragon Team Nearby
, several soldiers quickly ran over, their eyes filled with surprise and curiosity as they looked at Qin Tian.
"Commander Raymond, is he one of the latest clones? His marksmanship is incredible!"
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Raymond's expression was serious, and he said in a deep voice:
"What clone? He's your comrade."
Sensing the reproach in Raymond's tone, the soldiers quickly admitted their mistake:
"Sorry, Commander Raymond, and this brother, we misspoke just now."
Qin Tian remained expressionless, maintaining the clone's indifference and woodenness, but his expression made the soldiers a little uneasy, and they all showed awkward smiles.
Just then, a crew-cut soldier suddenly said,
"Sir, let him join our company. We're short of sharpshooters."
"Our Steel Company is short of sharpshooters too," another soldier objected, immediately vying for him. "Sir, our company has suffered the biggest losses in the last two weeks. Give him to us."
"Sir, we're short of men too!"
"We're short too!"
The scene instantly descended into chaos, soldiers shouting and yelling, a fierce battle erupting for the man.
Who wouldn't want a sharpshooter?
On the battlefield amidst the flying bullets, sometimes a single shot from a sharpshooter could turn the tide of battle or be the decisive blow.
Raymond understood the soldiers' thirst for a sharpshooter, but he had already decided in his mind where Qin Tian would go.
"Stop arguing."
Raymond raised his hand and said seriously, "He'll be joining the special forces."
The special forces
soldiers exchanged glances, finally sighing helplessly.
Indeed, compared to large-scale military operations amidst gunfire and artillery barrages, the special forces model was clearly more suitable for sharpshooters to utilize their skills, and the safety factor was also higher.
"Sir, which special forces team are you planning to assign him to?"
Raymond: "The Earth Dragon Team."
Upon hearing this name, the soldiers present fell silent. They knew that this was indeed the best arrangement.
The Earth Dragon Team—
Qin Tian silently murmured the name in his heart, a faint expectation appearing in his eyes.
... Inside a prefabricated house
in the southeast corner of the military camp
, two men and a woman sat silently at a table. They were all wounded, and the woman's eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just been crying.
"It's my fault for Huang Xun's death,"
Qin Dadi said hoarsely, his face filled with deep self-reproach. "If I hadn't taken that mission, Huang Xun wouldn't have sacrificed himself."
"Captain Qin, it's not your fault,"
a young man in a black special forces uniform comforted him. "No one expected that there would be a fourth-level psychic fighting in that mine."
"Huang Xun died saving me,"
the woman said, choking back tears. "If I had reacted any faster, he wouldn't have stood in front of me. He was an idiot, a complete idiot. I'm an esper; my body is much stronger than his. I probably wouldn't have died from that blow."
Qin Dadi sighed. Unlike them, Huang Xun was a true soldier, serving for over a decade and experiencing countless battles. Protecting his comrades from bullets had become an unconscious reaction for him.
"Captain Qin, did Huang Xun have any other relatives?" the woman asked, wiping away her tears.
Qin Dadi shook his head. "Huang Xun told me that his parents died early, so he joined the army very early. After joining, he lost contact with other relatives."
Hearing this, the woman bit her lip tightly, almost drawing blood. Huang Xun died saving her, but she couldn't do anything for him. This deep sense of powerlessness tormented her.
Just
then, there was a knock at the door.
Qin Dadi composed himself, stood up, and went to open the door. When he saw who was standing there, a look of surprise flashed across his face.
"Raymond, it's you?"
The famous "Tiger Raymond," the army's ace instructor, was in charge of all new recruit training.
However, Raymond had little contact with the Earth Dragon Squad, having only met them a few times. Qin Dadi didn't know why Raymond was appearing at his doorstep.
"What, aren't you welcoming me?"
Raymond smiled, glancing inside. When he saw the pair of red, swollen eyes inside, he became even more convinced of his arrangements.
This was the perfect squad for new recruits.
"Who dares not welcome you, Lei Laohu?"
Qin Dadi stepped aside. "Please come in."
"I won't go in."
Raymond waved his hand, then took a step back, revealing Qin Tian behind him:
"I'm here today to hand over this new recruit to your Earth Dragon Squad."
"What?"
A flash of anger crossed Qin Dadi's face as he said bluntly:
"Raymond, what do you mean by sending this kind of trash to me? Are you treating our Earth Dragon Squad like a garbage dump?"
In the military camp, there are subtle differences in the uniforms of different branches.
Qin Tian's black uniform, and the number starting with the number eight on his chest, clearly indicated that he was a newly recruited clone, and also a recognized cannon fodder on the battlefield.
Raymond knew Qin Dadi was straightforward and in a bad mood because Huang Xun had just sacrificed himself, so he didn't argue with Qin Dadi and said:
"This recruit just passed the nimble bird shooting test with a score of 94. If you don't want to accept him, I'll send him to another squad right now."
What? He passed the nimble bird test with a score of 94!
"Wait a minute."
Qin Dadi grabbed Raymond, who was about to turn around, his face showing a hint of doubt. "Raymond, are you kidding me? A clone that just came out of the factory can pass the nimble bird test?"
Raymond said calmly, "Do you think I'm that free?"
Qin Dadi's expression froze. He knew that with the battle imminent, Raymond had a much heavier burden than they did. For him to take time out of his busy schedule to come here was definitely not a joke.
"The Agile Bird Test? A clone actually passed the Agile Bird Test?"
The young man and woman walked out of the house together, looking at Qin Tian with astonishment.
The Agile Bird Test was something Huang Xun had mentioned many times. According to him, the test was extremely difficult, and no more than a handful of people in the entire army could pass it. Moreover, he was the only one who scored over 90 points.
Whenever this was mentioned, Huang Xun, who was usually taciturn and cold as ice, would show a look of pride.
They didn't expect that this clone would also pass the Agile Bird Test, and score over 90, only a few points behind Huang Xun.
"Captain Qin, I originally intended to return your sharpshooter to you, but since you don't want him, I'll send him elsewhere."
Raymond turned to leave, but Qin Dadi quickly grabbed him, an embarrassed smile on his face:
"Raymond, Brother Ray, I misspoke just now. Thank you for taking care of our Earth Dragon Squad. I'll definitely treat you to drinks after the war."
"Zhaozhao, Yunlong, quickly bring our new teammate inside."
The young man and woman exchanged a glance, quickly ran to Qin Tian's side, and pulled him into the house, one on each side.
Qin Tian didn't resist, being led along like a puppet.
"Heh~"
Seeing this, Raymond chuckled coldly, turned around, waved his hand, and said,
"The sharpshooter is in your hands now. I hope you can protect him well."
Hearing the entrustment in Raymond's words, Qin Dadi lowered his eyelids, a resolute glint in his eyes.
"Raymond, don't worry, I will never let Huang Xun's tragedy repeat itself."
"Never!"