I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

Chen Feng was actually a little confused about this upcoming dream.

According to his original intention, of course he would continue to copy songs shamelessly, and this time he planned to copy at least ten songs.

But what he was confused about was what else he could do besides copying songs.

The square face of instructor Ding Hu kept coming back to his mind again and again.

Of course he wasn't gay, but he felt a little embarrassed when Ding Hu left the military camp cold-bloodedly last time with such reluctance and eager eyes.

Last time, he forced himself to retreat for no valid reason, which made many colleagues worried about him and asked him if something happened at home.

Chen Feng is not a person who likes to owe others, whether it is money or feelings.

He felt that he had failed to live up to the expectations of Ding Hu and his comrades, and there was always a sense of emptiness in his heart.

So he used to work extremely hard to keep a distance from other people, purely because Chen Feng knew his shortcomings and it was difficult to ignore other people's feelings for him, no matter what kind of feelings they were.

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"Private Chen Feng! Get out!"

In a daze, Chen Feng opened his eyes again.

He knew what the situation was without looking.

This time Chen Feng decided not to give Ding Hu a chance to ask him to run a lap. He quickly gathered his thoughts, stared at the scene, and at the same time put a little force on his feet to prepare to move forward.

His lips slowly opened, ready to say a loud "come" in a loud and confident voice.

But he failed to accomplish all this, because he was extremely surprised to find that the training base he saw in front of him was not consistent with what he remembered.

The first three times Chen Feng came here, the first aircraft he saw were all cone-shaped.

It is currently the most widely equipped A-3 medium-sized underground carrier aircraft in the military. It uses a small nuclear fusion power reactor. The propulsion method is still the traditional medium reverse thrust, with a small head and a big tail.

The upper part is the loading compartment, and the lower part is the power system.

Because of the propulsion method, the A-3 loader still needs to accelerate when taking off. It is not very fast at the beginning. Only after continuous advancement can it reach an astonishing top speed.

The material science of the case and the level of heat insulation and energy conversion limit the maneuverability of Type A-3, with the top speed being only Mach 8.

But this time Chen Feng did not see the familiar Type A-3 carrier aircraft.

The flying vehicle floated slowly in the air, then suddenly ejected blue light, and advanced at an acceleration far exceeding that of the A-3 carrier aircraft. It was spindle-shaped.

The simple change in form had a huge impact on Chen Feng.

From design to final production, Type A-3 seems to be composed of countless accidents, but it is the inevitable result of technological development in the end.

But what is this spindle!

Chen Feng was simply confused.

With a certain foundation in military training, he knew without thinking that the materials, dynamics, and control principles of a spindle-shaped aircraft were completely different from those of the cone-shaped A-3 aircraft.

And what the heck is that translational maneuver? You didn’t emit blue light, you didn’t eject anything, how did you translate! Is it the power of thoughts?

Ding Hu's deafening roar rang in Chen Feng's ears again, "Still in a daze? Go run around the playground ten times for me!"

Only then did Chen Feng come to his senses, his face wrinkled into a bitter melon, and he hurriedly went for a lap with his head down.

This time I was prepared, but I still couldn't escape the fate of running in circles.

But at the same time, he continued to look at other places in the training base.

The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.

The individual combat armor he once operated with great proficiency had also changed.

The gear mechanical structure of the individual combat armor he originally remembered could still be seen from the outside, with a total height of seven or eight meters.

But now the armors practiced by the veterans on the other side have become smaller, more streamlined, and very close-fitting. The total height is no longer as uniform as before, but ranges from two to more than three meters.

This should be the result of customization, or the production line may be at a higher level, and individual armors of corresponding sizes suitable for people of different body types can be produced.

Although smaller in size, these combat mechas have stronger maneuverability and can move faster.

This also means that this new type of combat mecha is much more powerful in terms of materials and power system than the mecha he came into contact with last time.

This proves that a more advanced mechanical structure was born, then there can only be one reason.

At least in the basic discipline of materials science, mankind has made qualitative progress.

If the materials hadn't become stronger, and the toughness, hardness, and ductility of the main structure's materials had not evolved significantly, it would have been impossible for such a small-sized individual mecha to be able to afford such powerful maneuverability.

The engine structure inside has definitely become more microscopic and more powerful, which is also a huge test of the level of materials science.

Chen Feng was really puzzled.

It seems like humans have become a little stronger than the last time I dreamed, but...

Why is this?

What did I do? As a bastard, I am very self-aware!

Chen Feng clearly knew that he was the only variable in history.

If you had done nothing and just quietly shut yourself up in your room a thousand years ago, not disturbing anyone or being disturbed by anyone, then nothing would have changed.

If something different from the past appears in the future, then the source of this change must be Chen Feng himself.

But he couldn't understand.

He obviously just copied a few songs and helped Zhong Lei become famous a few years ahead of schedule.

I wrote six songs in a row last night, and maybe I can leave a reputation in history as a short-lived and amazing talent.

Apart from that, he did nothing!

But why did I find that it had changed its appearance when I traveled through time this time?

"What are you looking at! Don't envy others. These are the best reservists in our base. Once they become regular members, they will directly board the battleship and become carrier-based soldiers. Do you know what physical fitness standards are required to withstand the Blue Dragon type individual armor? Do you know that the coagulation serum they inject before every training can even cause an ordinary person to suffer cardiac arrest and die?"

Ding Hu's voice sounded in Chen Feng's ears again.

It turned out that Chen Feng was so fascinated by the sight of the single soldier that he slowed down his pace while running in circles. Ding Hu chased after him and cursed him all over again.

Chen Feng woke up after scolding him. Looking at this fierce guy, he remembered the last time Ding Hu gave him an energy drink.

Brother Hu, stop pretending, you are a cold-hearted person.

This era has changed a lot, but judging from your voice, your character has definitely not changed.

"Instructor, please tell me, what kind of physical fitness is required to wear this armor?"

Before leaving the military camp last time, Chen Feng had already become one of the strongest fighters in this training base.

At that time, many armored veterans were defeated by him. Now that Ding Hu looked down on him so much, he was a little unconvinced.

"Oh, you are ambitious. Let me talk about running laps. If you can reduce the time of twenty laps to less than thirty-eight minutes, then you can probably barely reach the standard."

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows.

Interesting.

The last time he left the military camp, he had just broken the fastest twenty-lap record on the base's playground to thirty-seven minutes and fifty-nine seconds.

Unexpectedly, the bottom line for becoming an armored soldier is thirty-eight points.

In the past month since he traveled back in time, he has not relaxed and exercised. Now his physical fitness should not have declined, but should have increased slightly.

He raised his eyebrows, "Then let me try?"

"Hehe, you newbie try a hammer. Be careful not to die suddenly!"

Ding Hu patted Chen Feng's head and returned to the other reserve soldiers standing in a military posture.

But seeing that Chen Feng had already accelerated, he curled his lips and called out a new recruit from the array, "Let the first aid team prepare."