Radiation is everywhere in the wasteland world, and it is difficult for ordinary people with average physical fitness to survive in harsh environments. Therefore, the basic combat forces of the group disputes are mainly mutants, and the Red Republic Army is no exception. Strengthened people based on replicators and transformed by injecting drugs have actually become the core combat force of major forces. Due to the limitations of biotechnology and resources, the probability of direct mutation into evolutionary people in the process of gene generation of embryos is the highest, with the highest doctors' association. However, this situation is limited to higher-level evolution individuals at level 5 and 6. If the transformation standard is reduced to the intensity below level 4, the doctors' association is actually not much different from other forces.

There is no definite evidence that who first discovered that the strengthening genes that transform individuals can have an effect on descendants. But from Lin Xiang’s current situation, it seems that the Red Republic Army first carried out large-scale reproduction and cultivation of replicated individuals, so that the descendants born by nature can inherit the strong physique of their parents. I don’t know which aspect of the consideration, the Skeleton Knights and the Joint Doctors Association did not adopt this new individual cultivation method. They seem to pay more attention to the replication of high-strength class transformed people, and let them go to the descendants of those first generations born naturally in the wilderness. In Lin Xiang’s view, he obviously prefers the Red Republic Army to do so. After all, the completely frozen reinforced replicators actually have no room for power to improve. The evolved people born naturally are the masters of the future world.

Following the five-kilometer off-road from the old army, it is no longer a regular exercise without any strangeness. Not only does the running time increase to fifteen minutes, the weight of individual soldiers carrying, but also increases according to the strengthening or evolutionary levels of each person. From the 50 kilograms load of the second-level reinforcement person to the 100 kilogram limit of the fourth-level reinforcement standard, soldiers must carry steel backpacks or leggings of different weights as directed by the instructor. However, this regulation does not include strengthening individuals above the fifth level——weight gain exercises no longer have much effect on them. Pure physical exercises have little effect on promoting cell mutation. High-level reinforcement or evolutionary people need to fight life and death. Only when they truly experience death is approaching and struggle to survive can they surpass their limits and become stronger combat individuals.

The role Lin Xiang currently "plays" has a level five evolutionary standard. According to the training regulations of the Red Republican Army, muscle training is no longer necessary, but he still picked up five standard weight-bearing backpacks from the ground under the cold eyes of the soldiers, tied them firmly to his shoulders with a strong steel rope. Following the orders of the training officer, he ran at the forefront of the team.

The weight gain of 500 kilograms was like a giant mountain, pressing heavily on Lin Xiang. His steps were stepping on the slightly wet ground, creating clear marks of about two centimeters.

Mutation is likely to be another evolutionary direction that the virus points to humans. Naturally generated psychopaths are much better than strengthening people transformed by chemicals. According to the comparison of the class, Lin Xiang currently has a level 5 evolutionary constitution equivalent to the level 10 strengthening standard generated by chemical transformation. This primitive power originated from the early stage of the embryo, which is equivalent to the increase in various capabilities of ordinary people's benchmarks. Taking the load weight as an example, the weight bearing index of major forces, including the Red Republic Army, for level 5 evolutionists, is set to be 250 to 300 kilograms. Of course, individual examples of strength specialties may also appear. But in terms of simple training, few people can carry 500 kilograms of weight for off-road long-distance running—after all, load weight and endurance cannot be generalized.

The Lieutenant Caoshangguan is a middle-aged man with an extremely burly figure. He also carries an all-steel weight-bearing backpack wrapped in gray-green canvas on his shoulders. The standard of 100 kilograms is matched with the fourth-level reinforcement constitution he has. The wide and thick backpack straps tightly tie up a large ball of swelling and strong muscles on both sides of his shoulders. The copper-black skin shines in the sun. With the rhythm of running and breathing, the neck is filled with beating veins. The eyes that have been staring at Lin Xiang, and they slightly put away some of their fierceness and sharpness, turning into a cold recognition of the strong, as well as extremely strong, and even a bit of a fanatical battle.

In eleven minutes and twenty-seven seconds, this number was already an absolutely excellent result among the Red Republican Army. Lin Xiang gasped heavily, and struggled to untied the steel rope tied to his shoulders, placed the huge steel backpack on the ground in sequence. Under the complicated eyes of the record officer next to him, he walked into the single dormitory with a calm expression, took out the towel and toiletries, and started cleaning like an ordinary soldier in front of the shared water dragon on the side of the square.

From beginning to end, he never said a word. If he hadn't worn the badge representing the rank of lieutenant colonel on his chest, he would have no difference from ordinary soldiers.

The soldiers carrying heavyweights began to return to the playground in groups of three or three. When the harsh and urgent whistle sounded over the barracks and the exhausted people reorganized into a team, Lin Xiang had already finished washing and turned into the single dormitory. Just as the trainee disbanded the order, his figure also appeared again from the dormitory porch, and walked straight to the cafeteria where a large amount of white steam was emitted from the distance.

"Damn...this damn bastard———"

The burly and sturdy trainer wrung the towel and put it horizontally on his shoulders, cursing at Lin Xiang's figure gradually moving away. After a moment, he shook his head involuntarily and sighed slowly: "But then again, this guy is so strong. At least, he is a little bit different from those lofty wastes. Lieutenant colonels who are willing to participate in the morning training... have not seen them for many years."

Lin Xiang's speed seemed to be a few minutes faster than others. When the soldiers lined up to enter the cafeteria, he just picked up a big bowl and tilted his neck to drink his last sip of noodle soup.

At 8:30, Lin Xiang, wearing a black uniform, was already sitting in the room with the sign "Political Commissar Office" hanging, carefully rummaging through a stack of thick documents placed on the desk.

The Northwest Military Region does not welcome itself. From yesterday to now, no one has taken the initiative to contact Lin Xiang except for the proper etiquette on the surface. The regiment commander, deputy regiment commander, and battalion chief officer have not appeared. The political commissar, the position of the position of No. 2, seemed to be just thrown into the corner and ignored garbage. Even the soldiers and officers who walked back and forth in the office building occasionally looked at the political commissar's office, their faces showed unconcealed coldness and sarcasm.

Lin Xiang finally understood why when he was in Xinjing, Li Yifeng would tell himself in a solemn tone: "The work of the Northwest Military Region is much more difficult than you think."

Lin Xiang was not surprised by this——The relationship between the Western Military Region and Xinjing is not as harmonious as outsiders. If it weren’t for being in it, it would be hard to imagine that there were power disputes within the Red Republican Army. But this was not the key. What he was concerned about was only Qi Yue, Fang Yujie and other people who had been familiar with him.

Most of the documents contained in thick kraft paper bags are irrelevant propaganda materials and military war history. After browsing these things that are no different from waste paper at a glance, Lin Xiang neatly coded the information bag next to it, put his hands on the table, and his fingers crossed and slowly twisted it tightly, falling into thinking.

He could clearly feel the hostility of the people around him towards him. The reason... is largely because of his face exactly the same as the "hero" in the propaganda brochure, and this black uniform that only the personnel of the Political Supervision Commission are qualified to wear. Although the Red Republican Army has been conducting brainwashing loyalty education, even those who are loyal to the country cannot bear the false and nameless search, persecution, forced labor reform and exile. With Lin Xiang's understanding of Qi Yue, the Third Army is likely to just accept the leadership of Xinjing in name. The upright special forces officer of course did not want to split, but expressed his anger to the upper and great leaders of the Red Republican Army in a way that he respected his own troops.

There is too little information available for analysis. Apart from the information provided by defectors such as Yu Li Jiajun, the Tenglong Empire knew almost nothing about the Red Republican Army. Even people like Liu Yuchen, who held a high position in the Joint Doctors Association, only understood the fur of the Republican Army system. The harsh natural environment, no high-precision remote communication equipment used casually like the old era, and the extremely strict political review system... In the end, this complete deformity can effectively ensure confidential distorted social system.

Lin Xiang sat calmly on the chair, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through the obstacles composed of time and the walls.

It is obviously not appropriate to go to see Qi Yue now.

With his special status within the regiment zhenghe army and the current identity Lin Xiang has, he is not allowed to do this—not only the Third Army, but also a considerable number of people and soldiers in the actual control area of ​​the Gonghe Army, oppose the current social system. Under the premise of geming, as for the Xinjing side... he will also be dissatisfied with his own behavior of doing things without reporting. In short, now is indeed not the best time to take the next move.

"Since you are a political commissar... you should do something that corresponds to your identity..."

Lin Xiang finally spoke. Although he was talking to himself, his voice was as melodious as ever and full of magnetic.

He poked out his body and touched the electric bell directly at the corner of the desk. The moment the fingers and the bell key were about to come into contact, Lin Xiang's arms, which had already stretched out, froze in the air. After a few seconds, he began to slowly retract.

The electric bell is connected to the secretary's room at the end of the corridor. For some reason, Lin Xiang suddenly didn't want to use this convenient way of calling.

He pushed the chair away and stood up, dusted the dust on his collar, and walked out of the room slowly with a feeling that he couldn't even tell whether it was a pleasant or gloomy mood.

The door of the secretary's room was empty. In the empty corridor, in addition to the sound of Lin Xiang's lonely footsteps, there was also a slight and faint laughter coming from behind the wooden door panel. When I pushed open the door quietly, four female officers sitting in different positions also entered my sight. Judging from the costumes, they were all ordinary personnel working in secretarial case files, with military ranks ranging from warrant officers at least. Among them, there was a candidate student with the student logo.

Lin Xiang pushed the door lightly, without making any sound. From his position, he could clearly see every female officer in the room. They were very young and looked pretty good. Some were lying on the desk and some were chewing snacks like slow-eating biscuits. From time to time, there were bursts of chuckling, as if they were talking about an interesting topic.

The dispersed consciousness energy detected that there was another person in the room. He stood on the side of the door. If he did not walk into the room, neither he nor Lin Xiang would see each other.

Lin Xiang stood silently at the door, and the various voices in the secretary's room suddenly stopped. Everyone turned around in shock and looked at him at a loss. Especially the female warrant officer who was sitting diagonally opposite the corner, picking up a biscuit and sending it to his mouth, his eyes were straight and he froze.

Walking slowly, walking through countless eyes. Walking to the middle of the room, Lin Xiang reached out and tapped the desk of the highest-ranking female lieutenant next to him, and said seriously in a rhythmic voice: "I need all the personnel list of the Second Infantry Regiment, as well as detailed data on equipment and logistics supply."

The second lieutenant was a young girl in her twenties. Her face was pretty good and her skin was very white. Because she was too nervous, her cheeks looked slightly red. She pushed the chair away as quickly as possible, stood up, stretched out her right hand and greeted Lin Xiang with a standard military salute, and stuttered: "I...I will sort it out immediately and send it to you, and I will give it to you."

Nodding, Lin Xiang continued to walk forward a few steps, and came to the table of the stiff female warrant officer. He looked at her pale face and smiled. He reached out to pick up a biscuit from the paper bag placed on the table, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

The cookies are very rough, mixed with coarse and hard corn pellets and wheat bran, and a faint sweetness.

"Made it yourself?"

Lin Xiang asked vaguely. Due to the lack of necessary seasonings, the biscuits tasted not very good, and it was even less likely to be comparable to the delicious sweet cakes baked by Ying Jia. But no matter what, it is still a good food after all.

The female warrant officer nodded mechanically, with a look of nearly pleading nervousness on her face.

"Add more sugar, less salt, and season with purple cauliflower root juice, the taste will be much better."

After swallowing the cookie paste that was already in his mouth, Lin Xiang patted the cookie crumbs on his hands, and his voice returned to his majesty: "In ten minutes, send the information to my office."

"yes----"

Four female officers stood up at the same time and saluted the young boss in unison.

Lin Xiang nodded with satisfaction and turned around. The man standing on the side of the door also began to enter his sight.

It was a captain, and the crossing of swords on both sides of his shoulders indicated that he belonged to the regular combat unit, not as civilian as the four female officers in the secretary's room. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and was almost as good as Lin Xiang. His shoulders were very wide, but his physique was thin. His cheeks shrank from top to bottom, but his face was slightly pale. There was no sign of strength and burly that soldiers should have, and they looked too thin. As for the military uniform... it seemed that it was just covering his body, completely separated from his muscles, and a layer of strange skin that was empty and wide.

After a brief embarrassment, he quickly adjusted the expression on his face and showed a friendly and schematic smile.

Lin Xiang's thick eyebrows frowned slightly imperceptibly. He looked around and finally settled on the "Secretary Room Regulations" hanging on the wall. After watching silently for nearly two minutes, he turned around and looked at the man standing on the side of the door, and said in a deep voice: "There are only four standard personnel in the secretariat, who are you?"

"My name is Sun Gang, and I am the deputy captain of the Sixth Squadron of the Third Battalion."

The thin captain took out a pack of cigarettes that had torn open from his shirt pocket, pulled out two branches and handed them over, and enthusiastically added: "Captain Chi Ling is my uncle."

Lin Xiang's face returned to a faint coldness and looked at him meaningfully: "It's working hours now, what's the matter with you when you go to the secretary's office?"

"I...I'll ask when the next batch of oil and fat supplies will be delivered."

Sun Gang was stunned for a moment, and then reacted very quickly to find a barely reasonable excuse. His hand holding the cigarette had retracted. He could see that the young political commissar did not seem to have a good impression of him.

"Captain, this is the secretary's office, not the logistics supply station. You went to the wrong place. I don't want to see this happen again. Remember! Nothing is allowed to do the same———"

Lin Xiang's eyes were like two ice streams, quickly passing Sun Gang. Then he opened the door and walked out with great strides.
Chapter completed!