Unfortunately, some things are destined to happen. Time cannot flow backwards, and the inevitability of things cannot be altered. Upon receiving news of the arrival of the Saros fleet in the Roland stars sector, Adams barely glanced at Heavenly Communication.

On far-off Roland, Feng Yi's misfit squad had been in countless skirmishes, being tossed to and fro, from east to west and back again. When encountering enemies, they first tried to guise themselves as allied forces intending to take enemies by surprise. Sadly, after two attempts, this trick no longer worked.

This squad had developed an instinct through multiple battles; They legged it immediately on spotting enemy's main forces. They bolted quicker than a cowardly dog—with its tail between its legs. But when enemy forces were alone and weak, they swaggered onto the scene and tried to intimidate them.

However, after countless battles, they found not only they hadn't captured any prisoners but also had lost around a hundred brothers. If not for encountering scattered federation units along the way who decided to merge, perhaps the squad would have disbanded by now. They also feared the worst scenario, that after the constant raids, the Pross Empire had possibly centralized their control over the prisoners or even executed them directly.

Either way, it was a hard blow for the ragtag team. The silver lining was that through each battle, they had rapidly grown into skilled Mecha pilots. Huang Zhennan had become proficient with Mecha operations, but the Major also became a complete rogue after few battles.

With their principle of shamelessness and disregard for life, this squad running on Roland's continents had become formidable. They bullied the weak and feared the strong, turning into a tumor on the planet. They had logistical soldiers, intelligence soldiers, reconnaissance soldiers, field soldiers, they were a proper mixed bag of military personnel.

Even the female information soldiers, their delicate complexions had turned into a healthy wheat color. Every day, the squad's professionals trained them for 1 hour of battle. Only after reaching a certain level of proficiency, they could be personally coached by Feng Yi - who had become an indispensable spiritual-level instructor. Some female soldiers were affectionate towards him, others were bold enough to ask him, when drunk, to let off some steam, perhaps tonight?

Most of the time, Feng Yi would dodge using the excuse of not feeling well or he would be more blunt with the bolder ones, suggesting that a cool breeze might help to clear their drunken brains. Regardless, everyone—including Jia Erjia and Huang Zhennan—had begun to view Feng Yi as the core figure of the squad.

Every day's strategies and tactical plan arrangements may not be the most well-rounded schemes, but they were certainly most effective.

Having never formally attended a military school, he may not be as detail-oriented as a professional in giving commands, but Feng Yi always managed to cut to the heart of matters. He would learn quickly from the details and even surpass those who initially taught him after seeking their advice.

Becoming a teacher to such an elite was no doubt an honor. Now many female soldiers used their spare time to get Feng Yi to teach them needlework…

Upon their 28th insistence, Feng Yi finally picked up the needle and thread, frustrated. He was just too crude for this. Eventually, everyone found out that while Feng Yi learns quite quickly, he lacks patience. He gave up within two minutes of learning to thread the needle.

One midnight, a lieutenant who claimed to be an incredible former pickpocket approached Feng Yi. He claimed he fell into this profession due to life's pressures, and luckily has not lost his skill over the years. So, a bit embarrassingly, he asked Feng Yi if he would like to learn a thing or two? After all, Feng Yi was a special envoy for the federation. Announcing that he was Feng Yi's apprentice could bring him some prestige among his peers.

Feng Yi, without an instant of thought, immediately agreed. His mind was full of creative thinking, and he found such strange and unusual skills to be fascinating. He learned very quickly, and that very night, began to practice on several male soldiers' underwear.

It wasn't because of anything in particular, but Feng Yi thought that stealing personal items was more challenging. Regrettably, his theft skills weren't polished enough yet, and the soldier caught him in the act during his third attempt. Feng Yi managed to dodge the bullet by claiming that he was conducting a surprise inspection to test their alertness. The soldier, half asleep, forgot about it the next morning and didn't mind. After all, their squad, which had been struggling on the brink of collapse for several months, had no need for inspections.

The next day, Feng Yi began to ask other soldiers about their professional skills. Some were horse riders and shepherds, but Feng Yi was uninterested in such skills.

After much effort, he found several others who held knowledge that he wanted to learn from. One was a magician, another a jokester, and one was a love veteran who had been dumped by women a hundred times.

In Feng Yi's mind, being dumped a hundred times meant having a hundred girlfriends, which should give one an understanding of how a woman's mind works. Unless he was unlucky or had other problems, it would be impressive to be dumped a hundred times in a row, that in itself was a frightening skill. He couldn't figure out why that soldier would be dumped so many times. When he asked, the soldier embarrassingly explained that he was interested in men and only dated women to get to know their boyfriends. Upon hearing this, Feng Yi left immediately, and being laughed at by spectators...

Feng Yi's interest in the jokester was also fairly simple. This type of person often thinks exceptionally quickly. Even in sudden situations, they often come up with novel ideas. Feng Yi wanted to know if he had any unique methods. However, Feng Yi found out that since the jokester became a soldier, he had been at a loss for words.

This really lived up to the adage: either don't join the military, or if you're in the military for two years, you might become naive and simple.

In the end, Feng Yi found the magician. He hoped that he would be able to refine his compound combat skills through learning magic. After all, disappearing and stealth are combat skills, and magic can be used in these areas, right?

After studying for three days, Feng Yi had a basic understanding of these skills. Of course, he had read related books before, but never delved deeply into them. He only realized their depth and sophistication after getting to know them. Any optical angle reflection, subconscious hypnosis, and guided action can be classified as magic, and you'll often fall for the tricks even when prepared.

In fact, this was somewhat like a legendary book named Qimen Dunjia. Rumor has it that most people would go mad before they could finish reading it. There were those who say it contains things too profound to explain.

Feng Yi was keen to find a copy and study it carefully at some point. One of his advantages was that he was not overly concerned with fame and fortune, and he believed he wouldn't be driven mad by it, right?

In the following days, Feng Yi had almost thoroughly studied all the skills of the soldiers around him during his free time. There were vocal skills, lock-picking techniques, local Mecha repair skills, and memory-related skills. Basically, whether he had heard of it or not, he had learned it.

However, he decided that when he returned to the federation, he would take the time to thoroughly study what he believed were of the highest value. After all, soldiers aren't professionals. The more skills one has, the more resources one has. He adhered to the belief that more skills can't hurt.

Finally, one morning, a beautiful intelligence officer woke everyone up with a scream after receiving a broadcast message: "The support fleet has arrived at the Roland Planet! Wake up, wake up, our support fleet is here!"

The arrival of the support fleet signified that the battle might soon end. The Pross Empire had not invested heavily in the Roland Battlefield since conquering the territorial fleets, indicating that this round of support might succeed.

The fleet broadcast the message openly in the home star region. Both allies and foe commanders could receive the message at the same time. The delightful news served as a strong stimulant for the ground troops.

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