The door with two incomplete laser guns printed on it trembled and cracked a gap from the middle, and then divided into symmetrical halves. Accompanied by extremely slight friction with the ground, slowly moving to the left and right sides, finally revealing many high-tech products hidden inside - the data jumping on the pure blue air electronic screen is dazzling. The simulated robotic arms, mechanical legs, and lightweight power mechanical exoskeletons all look very practical and cool. There are also camouflage robots that can warm the electronic floors of the soles of their feet in the winter, patrolling and cleaning the camouflage robots...

Just as I was operating the wheelchair forward in thought and looking inside unexpectedly, two camouflage robots suddenly emerged from the two electronic holes dressed in camouflage straw, and stretched out their robotic arms - one left and one right, blocking my way: "Please show your pass."

"I invited him."

I was not scared by this kind of scene. After all, this scene had happened in the previous army many times, but Rena, who was beside her, hurriedly spoke in front of me as if something had happened. The robot turned her head to her, and her four pairs of round eyes instantly turned into two straight scanners. After confirming it again, she turned her eyes to me in the wheelchair and quickly lowered her arms in front of me. I began to sarcastically smirk and walked deep into the underground base with Rena.

"Congratulations, your courage, loyalty and indomitable spirit moved everyone, allowing you to have the honor to set foot in the underground mechanical warrior transformation camp of the First Operations Company and witness the miracles that may happen to you." The robot said in unison with admiration behind his back.

"But before starting to transform your body, we need to identify your physical level, self-care ability and residual functions, and estimate how much you will recover after implanting an artificial electronic spine and completing rehabilitation on time and in quantity."

A serious voice came with great force, and several figures clasped the laser guns in their hands in the most standard posture, and approached me from the depths of the base. Their steps were very neat, and even those who had never contacted the soldiers could tell at a glance that these people had undergone professional training.

The owner of the voice came from a male soldier who was leading the way. He was over 1.8 meters tall. Sitting in a wheelchair, I obviously had to tilt my neck to meet his eyes, which made me feel quite tired. This man was wearing a high-tech camouflage military uniform, the same style as the one on Rena. Even the electronic number on the clothes started with "tb001". His waist and legs were like the special operations brigade I was in before, equipped with a high-tech laser pistol and a laser dagger. The number behind the horizontal bar was 52, and the rank on his shoulders was a cross branded with a red pattern.

The electronic numbers of the other soldiers were "tb001-38", "tb001-13", and "tb001-07". They stood behind the doctor. The four of them combined to form a standard diamond, which was definitely a tacit understanding that only after special training was achieved. The two soldiers behind the doctor's back were extremely serious, as if they had already been on the battlefield; and the second lieutenant who was on the same line as the doctor had a sarcastic expression.

"Report, no problem! I just have a little understanding. Can I explain the recovery level specifically with me?"

"After the spine is implanted, we will allow you to participate in high-intensity training, with a three-month styling period. For example, mind control, mind perception, and various tactical actions at the end. But if everyone can recover so easily, paralysis will not exist in the world. It can only be said that it varies from person to person."

The doctor suddenly became a little serious.

"Some people, despite their hard work, can only hold the walker and stagger with the help of others. Some people, although they are not lazy, are the limits of walking for two laps in the end, and they are completely unable to meet the standards of confronting strong enemies. Some people even become very irritable and depressed because of their poor recovery results, and instead drive in a worse direction. Moreover, the training process will be extremely painful, and every second seems to be very long, which is easy for people to see no hope. This is the reason why the military does not intend to disclose this technology that has not yet been fully guaranteed for recovery.

You cannot improve your physical fitness to the normal level of special forces, and you don’t have any chance to stay here. The reason why we need to observe whether a person’s psychology is affected by disability is that we do not want to be tragic when complaining about one’s self-indulgence."

After the doctor finished speaking, No. 07 behind him raised his hand and thought, looking at me with half-serious and half-quipment: "You have received the invitation letter to 'Agree to enter', and you have just passed the test of attitude towards life and confidence in recovery for a year. It is just that you have entered the minimum threshold for the assessment. At best, you are not qualified at all."

I glanced at the soldiers with this expression in front of me, and there was a hint of mocking in my words. I felt inexplicably that I wanted to say something but couldn't say anything. I could only stare at him blankly, but before I could think about what to reply, he spoke again.

"Ah, it's not interesting to look at me so fiercely? After all, the enemy on the battlefield won't let you go because of your murderous look, right?"

After saying the first sentence, No. 07 turned his head indifferently, as if he hadn't said enough: "I accidentally forgot that Azhan is a sniper? Let's be honest. If you can successfully pass the assessment, you might even get to my place."

I was suddenly covered in darkness, and the soldier No. 38 couldn't help but smile: "The brother who was talking to you just now is the most powerful sniper in our company, and he is also an excellent soldier king who has obtained multiple first- and second-class merits. He said just now that he was very optimistic about you."

Upon hearing this, the soldier No. 13 said seriously: "If you have the chance, I want to see you have a chance to compete with Brother Ren."

Later, when I was rushing and fighting in the army, I learned that the "Brother Ren" he mentioned was the second lieutenant who was sarcastic, Ren Woxing, the famous Sniper King of the Arafa Military Region.

I heard that Ren Woxing was born in a well-known military family in the north of Tianshan Mountains. His grandfather Ren Woxing was a glorious commander of the army field force, and his father Ren Woxing was also an excellent special forces captain. During a mission, in order to cover the retreat of comrades who had obtained intelligence, he led the soldiers who dared to sacrifice to stop wave after wave of enemies, but never came back. Since Ren Woxing's father died on the battlefield, the young Ren Woxing has been determined to avenge his father and will become a special forces soldier as great and glorious as his father in the future, repaying his mother who has been pulling him alone for many years.

With his own efforts, he grew up and entered the special forces of the Arafa War Zone as he wished, becoming the main sniper of the sniper team - but in a modern era when every place is competing for resources, war cannot be avoided when he is a soldier guarding his homeland.

During a mission, he was blown away by the enemy's high-explosive laser bazooka. When he woke up, he found himself lying in an extremely weak position on the bed of the military hospital, and his left arm and lower body were completely unable to move, and he was confirmed to be paralyzed by three limbs!

Not long after the incident of Ren Woxing being disabled due to the battle, it was heard by his grandfather and other relatives and friends. His grandfather received the first-class medal of merit with excitement on his face, and couldn't help but cry, and his mother couldn't help crying loudly - while other relatives and friends began to be responsible for telling all kinds of gossip! Some said that although Ren Woxing was extremely brave, he was so severely disabled that he couldn't survive if he left others. What was even more excessive was that he was contributing to the country? In the end, he couldn't even sit steadily?

Later I listened to Ren Woxing to tell me that he replied to his sobbing mother like this. He laughed and said, "What's the matter?" Their mouths are on them, and your son has no obligation to raise many silly mouths."

"So Zhanzi, you have to come on. We all sincerely look forward to you joining the Special Engineer First Operation Company and running around in the rain of bullets! So, are you ready?"

At that moment, Ren Woxing was still smiling. He stretched out his left hand to pat my shoulder, which made me really not know what to say for a while. I always felt that the person in front of me had no malice, but for some reason, what he said would always hit other people's pain points inexplicably, and he also asked a hateful question from time to time. The tone of yin and yang was a bit strange, mixed with one or two authentic accents, giving people the feeling of laughing at all times, such as the word "running around" at the right time, and the effect of making me feel in my heart.

"Report to the sir, always be ready!!"

At this moment, looking at Ren Woxing with a firm face, with a sarcastic expression, No. 38, who looks pretty good at the show, is innocent but serious No. 13, and there seems to be something crystal clear in Ruina's eyes. As the company commander - the commander of this special forces, she could have interrupted the communication mode between us children by forced orders, but she does not seem to want to interfere in our daily fights in an excessively demanding way. After all, if we really want to stop it, we should not be able to talk for several minutes, and we have been scolded by a violent slap.

But later I learned that this was not because she did not want to rectify the military style, nor was it because she was not disciplined enough for the special first combat company. It was because although we looked unruly on weekdays, we would occasionally joke and fight, but when patrol and fight, charge in front of us, and perform tasks with the highest danger index, we were always ready to sacrifice ourselves for the country. If the motherland needed us, none of us would be a fool who would embarrass the First Combat Company for the Special First Combat Company, the Arafa War Zone, and the country. We were good soldiers.

Then let's start.

She whispered.
Chapter completed!