nycdaug Chapter 761 Survival in the wild
Chapter 761 Survival in the wild
Chapter 761 Survival in the wild
Training base, medical examination room.
Male and female trainees in uniforms split into two lines and entered separate halls. As instructed by the instructors, they removed their clothes, leaving only their underwear, to begin the physical examination. The halls were filled with testing equipment, and the trainees rolled up their sleeves and took turns having their blood drawn.
The small black robot, possessed by the Azure Soul, sneaked into the hall. The students continued to line up for their physical examinations, and no one paid any attention to the robot wandering around at their feet.
Only another MES-6 maintenance robot noticed that this robot of the same model was in an area that was not its maintenance area, so it came over to try to remind the other one.
As soon as the two small robots approached each other, a purple gelatinous substance immediately gushed out from the gap in the shell of one robot and quickly disappeared into the body of the other robot.
The scene was very strange, but no one noticed.
The maintenance robot that was initially possessed paused and malfunctioned for a moment before slowly gliding towards the door, while the other robot resumed its exploration.
The small black robot circled around under the table, observing how the humans around it underwent physical examinations. It watched them have their blood drawn, urine tested, their bodies covered in electrode patches, their mouths opened for oral examinations, and then took various X-ray images of their bodies.
The small black robot, its purple indicator light glowing, observed quietly. After a moment, it realized that no matter how many medical examinations were conducted, the results would eventually be compiled and uploaded to the computer in the center of the hall.
It does not require attaching to each testing instrument individually.
After identifying its objective, the small black machine slowly slid to the center of the hall, and a stream of purple gel-like substance gushed out from the gaps in the robot's shell and quickly entered the computer.
The faculty member sitting in front of the screen was suddenly surprised to find that the screen was flashing with sharp stripes. He quickly bent down to check the computer case, and when he looked up at the screen again, it had turned into an eerie purple. He tried pressing the button to restart the computer, but there was no response.
Just as the faculty member was scratching his head in frustration, the screen flickered twice and then returned to normal. The student medical examination information and analysis report that he was about to upload appeared on the screen exactly as before, as if the malfunction had just been a hallucination.
"It's weird."
The faculty member muttered something and carefully checked each background process one by one, but still found nothing unusual, so he had no choice but to suppress his doubts and continue his work.
Unbeknownst to him, a file named "Qingshan" had been added to the medical examination information and analysis report that had already been archived and uploaded to the database.
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"Master, Master, how did I do?"
The voice of Qinghun echoed in Fu Qinghai's heart.
"Very good, Qinghun."
Fu Qinghai browsed through his medical examination report.
"Master, Qinghun is so tired. Qinghun is hungry. Qinghun wants to eat brains, hot and fresh human brains."
The symbiote cried out thirstily.
"Have two chocolates to tide you over first."
Fu Qinghai tore open the packaging paper and said:
"It's not a good time to kill anyone in the next few days."
Symbiotes like to eat phenylethylamine, which is found in the highest concentration in animal brains and is also present in some chocolate.
Fu Qinghai held up a handful of chocolates he had brought back from the cafeteria to the side. A small, fanged, ferocious purple head silently emerged from behind his shoulder, opened its sharp-toothed mouth, and swallowed all the chocolates in one gulp.
If the symbiote becomes too hungry, it will enter a dormant state. Fu Qinghai may need to use Qinghun again later.
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After passing the physical examination.
Fu Qinghai then began his military academy life as usual.
The duration of study varies among the different colleges at Calida Military Academy. The stormtrooper training program is two years long, while the officer, naval, and engineering colleges are four years long. Theoretically, Fu Qinghai should stay here for the full four years.
Furthermore, unlike domestic universities in the real world, which are generally strict in admission and lenient in graduation, Calida Military Academy has extremely strict graduation requirements. Because the training program is too brutal, the dropout rate is very high. Many students cannot even complete a full two or four-year semester and have to drop out halfway.
However, given the Galactic Empire's active expansion and continuous conquests, even those cadets rejected by the Calida Military Academy were readily accepted by the Imperial Army, as their average quality was still much higher than that of ordinary conscripted soldiers.
For example, stormtroopers who successfully complete two years of training and graduate can choose to become senior sergeants in the stormtroopers or join elite units personally led by Darth Vader, such as the Imperial 501st Legion. However, even those who are eliminated after only one year are still highly skilled soldiers, and the Imperial Army is still eager to recruit them.
Most cadets who enter Calida Military Academy are thinking about how to persevere through the entire semester, but Fu Qinghai is thinking about whether he can graduate from Calida Military Academy early.
He is a reincarnator, and even if he were to anchor himself in the Star Wars canon universe to cultivate the Force for a long time, he could not possibly spend four whole years in a military academy.
Fu Qinghai's Space Marine training only took two years. Of course, the situation was quite special at that time. The White Scar Space Marines on the Short Sword frigate took turns subjecting Fu Qinghai to intensive one-on-one training. Moreover, at that time, he only received military skills training and tactical theory learning, without needing to undergo any physical fitness training. From the moment the modification surgery was successful, he had already acquired superhuman physical qualities.
Fu Qinghai carefully studied the school regulations and academic system of the Calida Military Academy and found that graduating early was feasible. The academic system stipulated that students who completed 500,000 credits within four years could graduate smoothly and be awarded a rank. Therefore, if one could complete 500,000 credits ahead of schedule, theoretically, one could graduate early.
However, many people cannot even persist for four years.
Not to mention completing enough credits ahead of schedule.
"Since I need to earn enough credits ahead of schedule..."
Fu Qinghai scratched his chin, deep in thought:
"Then we can no longer play the game of hiding our strengths."
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Calida, the main planet, is located in the Great Basin Desert.
A group of trainees are trekking with difficulty.
Calida is a planet with high gravity, about one-third higher than Coruscant. The Empire believed that the high gravity environment of Calida Military Academy could forge stronger stormtroopers—which is the main reason why a full semester at Calida Military Academy is so difficult to complete.
Weight training has been a common training method throughout history. When humans suddenly find themselves in an environment with higher gravity, every movement feels incredibly heavy. This is much more difficult than strapping sandbags to your calves and arms or wearing a weighted vest—because gravity is omnipresent. In this environment, even breathing and heartbeat become more difficult. Even without any strenuous exercise, simply eating, drinking, and relieving yourself to maintain normal survival will feel exhausting.
On his very first day in Calida, Fu Qinghai noticed the change in gravity in the environment. However, since his bone and muscle density were much higher than that of ordinary people, this level of gravity change was like a layer of clothing tightly covering his skin, and he quickly adapted.
However, for the vast majority of human trainees, the effects of Calida's high gravity environment gradually became apparent over time. Just as astronauts often need to spend time in space for the effects of low gravity on their bodies to begin to appear, these trainees, who were lively and energetic when they first enrolled, became increasingly listless as training progressed.
The Gobi Desert lay bare its boundless desolation under the scorching sun, with only a few scattered clumps of desert plants occasionally appearing in the distance. The sand beneath my feet was a grayish-yellow, brittle from the heat, cracking softly with each step, as if crushing countless dry bones. In the distance, waves of heat rose, distorting the horizon and turning the horizon into a hazy, shimmering illusion.
Fu Qinghai maintained a steady pace as he walked across the dry, rough earth. Less than half an hour after entering the desert, his skin had turned a light brown from the sun, and a few beads of sweat slid down his temples. However, compared to his classmates behind him, whose clothes were soaked with sweat, his condition seemed particularly strange. His breathing was steady, and his expression was as relaxed as if he were taking a walk after a meal.
A blond, buzz-cut male student stopped in his tracks, panting heavily with his hands on his knees. He looked up at Fu Qinghai's back with a puzzled expression.
"This guy……"
In reality, Fu Qinghai's rapid skin tone change was not due to actual sun exposure, but rather the result of regulation by the subcutaneous pigment control organs. Ordinary people cannot change their skin tone immediately upon being exposed to sunlight. The pigment control organs will change the pigment deposited under the Space Marine's skin in a short period of time to protect the Space Marine from radiation damage, including strong ultraviolet rays.
Fu Qinghai glanced back at his classmates. Even though he deliberately maintained a steady pace, he still managed to pull ahead of them by nearly 500 to 600 meters in just half an hour. And this was just an unarmed and unloaded desert march.
Fu Qinghai stood still, lost in thought.
Should I help them complete their task?
Half an hour ago, the instructors dropped the trainees into the middle of the desert in a TIE "Echelon" shuttle and then flew away. Their mission was to trek across the desert to reach the target location within five hours.
This is the content of the course "Wilderness Survival".
The first lesson in wilderness survival involved throwing these military academy freshmen into the harsh environment of the desert. Fu Qinghai guessed that this might be a way for the instructors to give the students a tough start.
The task required arriving at the target location within five hours, but Fu Qinghai planned to arrive within four hours. This way, he could exceed the task requirements and obtain the highest GPA without arousing suspicion from the school due to his outstanding performance.
If he travels at full speed, Fu Qinghai could cross the entire desert in forty minutes, but that would be too frightening, and the school would definitely check whether he was still human.
And at this moment, he was pondering:
Can I earn extra credits by helping a classmate?
Is this behavior considered a prominent performance?
Fu Qinghai's thinking is very utilitarian.
He just wanted to earn enough credits to graduate early.
In the few minutes that Fu Qinghai paused to think, the other seven or eight students slowly caught up. Fu Qinghai looked up at his classmates: some had torn off their belts and draped them over their shoulders, some had pulled out the stoppers from their water bottles and gulped down the water, and some had poured the water directly over their heads...
No… Fu Qinghai was speechless.
What kind of people are these? How can people of this caliber get into Calida Military Academy? Because Fu Qinghai himself got in through connections, he didn't know what Calida Military Academy's proper admission process and standards were.
"Hey, what's your name again?"
A tall, strong young man waved to Fu Qinghai.
"I remember we all introduced ourselves when the class started."
Fu Qinghai turned his head to look at the other party and said calmly.
"I'm not in the mood for jokes right now."
The tall, strong man looked up and tilted his chin up as he spoke.
His eyes were half-closed as he stared at Fu Qinghai from afar, his gaze arrogant and defiant. His wet, black curly hair hung over his brow bone, with water droplets still dripping down—he was the one who had just poured the water bottle over his head.
The tall, muscular man casually unzipped his uniform, revealing bulging pectoral muscles and thick, curly black chest hair. He took a slight breath and pointed at Fu Qinghai, saying:
"I've been fucking annoyed with you for ages! Why are you running so fast all by yourself? Trying to show off? You're so eager to perform? Don't you know we're a team? Huh? I'm ordering you, give me that water bottle on your waist, right now!"
Each trainee was only equipped with a military water bottle filled with water. The tall, strong boy had already noticed that Fu Qinghai had only taken a small sip from his water bottle, and there should still be a lot left inside.
Fu Qinghai was both amused and annoyed by what he heard.
"Fuck you."
Fu Qinghai responded with a sneer.
"Qingshan, your name is Qingshan, right? I remember."
The blond, buzz-cut boy struggled to lift his head and said:
"Give me some of your water, I have money. I'll give you 500 credits when we get back to school, how about that?"
"Sorry, I don't need the money."
Fu Qinghai shook his head and refused.
"I think you need a beating."
The tall, muscular man clenched his fists and strode toward Fu Qinghai. Fu Qinghai stood still with his hands in his pockets, waiting for the man to take two steps forward. Then, he suddenly raised his leg and delivered a high side kick that slammed into the man's face. The man's facial features instantly shifted and deformed, and he fell headfirst to the ground.
"Oh!"
The onlookers gasped in surprise.
None of them expected that Fu Qinghai, the one who was provoked, would actually strike first. The rules of the Calida Military Academy clearly stipulate that fighting between cadets is prohibited, and if a fight breaks out, both cadets will be expelled.
However, Fu Qinghai wasn't finished after kicking the other man to the ground. He raised his foot and stomped on the tall, muscular man's face, twisting his ankle like he was stomping on a cigarette butt. The hard rubber sole of his black military boot pressed against the man's face. Half of the tall, muscular man's head was buried in the sand, covered in sand from head to toe. He struggled desperately like a maggot, writhing and flailing his limbs, trying to stand up, but his head felt like it was nailed to the ground.
Does the Calida Military Academy prohibit fighting?
Fu Qinghai completely scoffed at this.
It's impossible to completely ban fighting in the military, so how could it be completely banned in military academies? These school rules are just meant to scare the freshmen. Whenever a fight breaks out in the military, the first question that superiors care about is "Did you win?", not why the fight happened.
The military is a violent organization. If you don't even dare to fight, others will only think you lack courage and fighting spirit.
"Master, may I eat his brain?"
A malicious voice echoed in my mind.
"No! At least not now."
Fu Qinghai refused without hesitation.
He casually kicked the boy lying on the ground, flipping him over to prevent him from choking on too much sand, then turned and continued walking forward.
As Fu Qinghai walked, he untied the water bottle hanging from his belt and casually tossed it behind him. The water bottle flew in an arc and landed precisely on the blond, buzz-cut boy. The boy quickly reached out and caught the water bottle, then looked up at Fu Qinghai's back.
"Follow my footsteps, walk faster."
Fu Qinghai said without turning his head:
"Drink sparingly, don't hold me back."
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Fu Qinghai walked alone in the vast Gobi Desert.
Strange, rugged, wind-eroded rocks are scattered across the Gobi Desert.
Along the way, Fu Qinghai had already eaten two lizards and five beetles. Judging from the surrounding environment, terrain, and some vegetation, he figured he was probably close to leaving the desert.
Some of the wind-eroded rocks have been perforated, forming strange window-like openings. The hot wind passing through them emits a low, mournful sound, like the parched throat of the earth hissing.
Wait a minute...
Fu Qinghai suddenly stopped.
That wasn't just the sound of the wind passing through the cave.
There was also a faint human groan mixed in!
Following the faint sound he had just caught, Fu Qinghai turned and walked toward the wind-eroded rocks in the Gobi Desert.
He bent down and turned sideways, squeezing through the crevices between the wind-eroded rocks until he finally came to the base of a huge mushroom-shaped rock. The mushroom top provided shade, and three uniformed students lay on the ground.
He even knew one of the Black boys.
Yevander Kalanga.
The three trainees, two men and one woman, along with a chubby white boy with red hair and a white girl with black dreadlocks, were all lying on the ground, looking emaciated and on the verge of death.
"Green hills... are they just my imagination?"
Yevander opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of Fu Qinghai.
Another chubby boy opened his eyes as well.
"It's me. What are you all doing in this desert?"
Fu Qinghai squatted down to look at the young black man.
"Fuck the wilderness survival course..."
Yevander's voice was hoarse, like the rubbing of dry grass.
"This is also a required course in our college. We don't need to go into the middle of the desert; we were dropped off on the edge. But the three of us got separated from the others. We're lost in the Gobi Desert, and we've run out of water. Please help us..."
The young Black man gripped Fu Qinghai's hands tightly, as if grasping at a last straw, and said.
This is what makes Calida Military Academy so demanding. Calida Military Academy has several compulsory courses, including wilderness survival, desert combat simulation, and underwater combat strategies, etc. No matter if you are an engineering college or a naval college, you have to study these subjects, which has caused many non-army students to complain.
"Don't be afraid, I will get you out of here."
Fu Qinghai nodded and gave him an affirmative answer.
"Wait, you go first, you save her first..."
Yevander pointed to the girl next to him and said:
“She became dehydrated half an hour ago. Hussein and I took turns carrying her in, but she remained unconscious. You have to think of something… I feel like she’s about to die.”
Fu Qinghai looked at the girl with dreadlocks.
Her skin was deathly pale with a sallow tinge, her eye sockets were sunken and her eyelids drooped, her breathing was short and rapid, her lips were completely bloodless and cracked, with dead skin peeling up like fish scales, and what was seeping from the cracks was not blood, but clear tissue fluid, her fingers were twitching involuntarily, and her nails were a pale purple.
These are indeed signs of severe dehydration.
Fu Qinghai immediately frowned.
He suddenly regretted throwing his water bottle to the student behind him. Where could he find water to save someone in the vast Gobi Desert?
He is not a mage from D&D or WOW who can cast elemental magic; the Force cannot conjure water out of thin air.
Calida, including the entire Calida system, has no other population or industry. Everything here serves military training. Outside the military academy area, the entire planet is a natural wilderness, with no man-made facilities to be found.
However, if we really need to find water...
Fu Qinghai still had some water in his bladder.
Fu Qinghai stood up, grabbed the chubby boy with one hand and Yevand with the other, and dragged them by their collars to the outside of the wind-eroded rock cave entrance, saying:
"You two wait for me outside."
After saying that, Fu Qinghai returned to the back of the wind-eroded rock, stood in front of the girl, and began to unbuckle his belt.
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On the edge of the desert, inside a valley.
A TIE "echelon" shuttle is parked here.
The two instructors were leaning against the hatch, chatting and joking.
"Who do you think will be the first student from this graduating class to return?"
“I think it’s Manuel from our class. He was recommended by the 226th Armored Division of the Empire. He had previous service experience and I think he even received some kind of medal.”
"I bet it's him too."
"That's no fun. How about we bet on how many hours the first person will be back? I bet the fastest is... six hours. I'll bet ten credits. How about it? Are you in?"
"I'll take it. I'll bet five hours."
As the two were chatting, they suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from outside the valley, like something being dragged across the ground. They exchanged a glance and quickly got up to look.
Fu Qinghai strode into the valley.
On his back was a female student with dreadlocks, and in each hand he was holding the back of two male students' clothes, like dragging two tattered burlap sacks, dragging them all the way into the valley, leaving four drag marks behind him.
The two instructors stood there, stunned.
"I shouldn't have exceeded the time limit, right?"
Fu Qinghai put down the person he was holding and said.
As he spoke, he put the girl off his back as well.
The girl leaned against Fu Qinghai's calf, her eyes half-closed and half-open, looking listless. Yewand and the chubby boy rolled over on the ground and cried out, "Ouch, ouch!"
"People from the Imperial Engineering Academy."
Fu Qinghai pointed to the person at his feet and explained:
"We can't find their rendezvous point."
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