Chapter 114

Today is the day of the final test. Oscar has been excited and excited since the morning.

Many people are jealous that he and his brother Dade can be selected at the same time, but this situation is not new.

Oscar's hair was waxed again at dawn. Of course, this "decadent" living habit is superfluous in the eyes of others, but Oscar has his own persistence. Etiquette is the same as instinct for him.

Oscar couldn't see soshyan because of the crowded queue and the angle of his position.

But he knew that the head of the regiment was standing in front of him, and no one could ignore the dazzling existence.

Cheers and adoring faces are undoubtedly the best signs to find soshyan's position. In the eyes of most mortals, the battle head of astat is the closest existence to the emperor.

Who doesn't want to see such a great man with his own eyes?

He can command all astats of the regiment and get their wholehearted loyalty. Even as a person who has the ability to destroy a planet, he will be respected and even feared, because no one knows the storm and anger brewing in his heart.

The above thoughts rose in Oscar's heart, reminding him of his dream last night and his dream of fighting aliens and heresy in the Milky way.

His face grew cold and he was satisfied with his determination.

He will never fail, nor can he fail.

This is his destiny.

Seeing the shining armor, the regiment servants made way.

The enthusiastic expectation of the crowd is obvious. Excitement can infect each other, just as there is an electric charge around everyone's body.

The crowd knew that the most critical moment had come.

Finally, he met the friars of astat around the war leader.

Oscar's heart beat faster and faster as he got closer and closer to the angels.

The combat friars guarded the commander of the soshyan war like attendants. They were dignified, noble and powerful, but they were dwarfed by the commander of the war.

He had no doubt that soshyan was the most gifted person in the history of Somus noble college. Every time he saw a place, he felt the same - they all had the same talent.

This feeling is deeply imprinted in Oscar's mind.

Not only that, he has other feelings——

Awe, he felt awe.

Soshyan is really strong. He is a giant. He stands up nearly three meters. Even most astat are a big head shorter than him.

His figure is also infinitely close to perfection, reaching the golden ratio, which matches his height.

Just at a glance, he felt that the head of the battle was hiding turbulent power all over his body. Although he was wearing thick power armor, he was not clumsy. He was light and fast when walking.

Most Sommers have blond hair, while soshyan's most striking feature is black hair.

Oscar inquired. It seems to have something to do with his ancient family blood.

He exudes a wild and primitive dignity from the inside out, and his whole person is wrapped in an invisible aura of authority, so that people know what the head of an astat regiment should look like as soon as they see him.

Unknowingly, a name became popular - "gray Eagle"

Oscar also felt that there was no better word to describe him.

After seeing Oscar and Dade, soshyang suddenly nodded slightly, as if it was a silent recognition of the two brothers.

This excited Oscar.

Angels, in the past, have always been unattainable and untouchable.

Now, they have a chance to be brothers fighting together.

He firmly believes that with his excellent virtue and excellent fighting quality, his life will start again. The little people in the past no longer exist. He starts with angels and ends with angels.

"The team has assembled."

There was a trace of pride in the dignified voice of the War Regiment priest.

"Are you ready?"

Soshyan opened his mouth. His voice was loud but very pleasant. It passed through the boys' skin and acted on the skull, directly stimulating the nerve endings.

"... I have a hunch that today we will harvest a batch of excellent new blood for the regiment."

"Yes, it's already ready to follow tradition and practice."

At this time, Oscar's eyes turned to the tall and strong soldier standing beside soshyan.

Generally speaking, at this distance, it shows that the other party is soshyan's closest partner and closest brother, which means that he is likely to be a member of the senior level of the regiment.

From the appearance, it was also a great astat. Although his figure was not as tall and strong as soshyan, his broad shoulders and handsome face made everyone unable to dislike him and wanted to be close to him in his heart.

And Oscar can feel an awe inspiring will from him, just like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

This feeling is very rare. He has never felt it in anyone else.

"It's time."

The soldier beside soshyan suddenly opened his mouth with a thick and low voice.

A few seconds later, Oscar looked up at the sky.

At this time, after the dim and thick floating clouds, a glimmer of glow gradually lit up, rippling ripples also appeared in the crowd, and people began to stir, but astat around was unmoved, and his eyes firmly locked on the people present.

Although there were only boys in the field, astat did not relax his vigilance. He was still heavily guarded and never relaxed. He admired these soldiers to a higher level.

Soon, the first transport plane reached their heads. This is a common transport plane in nests. It can carry a large number of goods or people at one time.

"All of you, have ten minutes, divide into groups of ten, and choose your own captain, now!"

The boys were stunned when the priest's harsh voice sounded.

"Don't you understand me? Now! A group of ten!"

For a moment, the crowd dispersed with a bang.

The boys began to look for people they knew, or people they recognized, and tried to join a more competitive team.

Oscar was undoubtedly with his brother, drew several people in the same grade, formed a team of pure sommes college students, and undoubtedly became the captain.

But other groups are not so fast, and some teams even argue for leadership.

With the passage of time, those who did not find the team became more and more anxious. Finally, at the urging of the priest, they had to form a team with people they didn't know at all.

So fifty teams were formed in ten minutes.

"The first batch, team ten! Get on plane one, come on!"

The first transport plane has landed, and two more will land soon. Oscar and his team follow the crowd into the open cabin.

As soon as he entered, a pungent musty smell penetrated into his nasal cavity, which almost made him sneeze.

This transport plane must have been carrying some dry goods.

Although the taste of the traces of pickled food was unbearable, Oscar held back and sat next to Dade, while his brother looked at him upright and pale.

Everyone feels bad.