"Okay."

"If they come looking for trouble again, tell me."

Su Mo instructed Qian Chengxue.

"Um, Su Mo, can you take me home?"

Qian Chengxue looked up at Su Mo, feeling inexplicably guilty.

"No problem."

Su Mo was slightly startled, then quickly agreed.

Qian Chengxue's gloomy mood immediately improved a lot, and the two walked side by side towards the upper district.

Soon after, Su Mo escorted Qian Chengxue to her doorstep. Qian Chengxue opened the door and looked at Su Mo.

"Thank you for speaking up for me today."

"It's nothing."

"Then, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Su Mo coughed, waved his hand, and turned to leave.

Watching Su Mo's departing figure, a sincere smile appeared on Qian Chengxue's face.

On the other side, Su Mo walked on the road in the upper district, feeling better than ever.

Just then, a message popped up on Su Mo's phone.

"Dear Major Su Mo, please go to Zone S1 of the Black Yao tomorrow morning at ten o'clock. Attend professional training in the first public classroom. Absence is strictly prohibited unless there are special circumstances. Over the next three months, training courses will be conducted irregularly. Different points will be awarded according to your class performance."

Su Mo was surprised to see this message, but he didn't think much about it. It was just attending class.

Of course, Su Mo didn't take it lightly. After all, Sperd had earnestly instructed him, so he headed towards his dormitory, preparing to go back to rest early.

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The next morning, after Su Mo finished breakfast, he headed towards Zone S1 according to the prompts on his phone.

After changing several elevators, he arrived at Zone S1.

He was slightly stunned as he walked out of the elevator.

The so-called Zone S1 was actually a large classroom complex. Both sides were lined with classrooms of varying sizes, with a large U-shaped classroom at the very end.

The walls on both sides of the corridor were hung with oil paintings of modern great figures.

The oil paintings were portraits of the current key members of the Federation.

The most eye-catching was the portrait of Long Ming, the Speaker of the Federal Council, which was hung directly at the entrance and was very large.

In the portrait, Long Ming was wearing the robe of the Speaker of the Federal Council, with a solemn expression.

Next to the oil painting was a very detailed annotation.

Long Ming, the first Speaker of the Federal Council, is 87 years old.

Former Speaker of Country Z, he has experienced two Star Ring World battles and promoted the unification of the Federation.

He is one of the founders of the Federal Government and served as the first Speaker.

His achievements are remarkable.....

.....

Su Mo's eyelids twitched as he looked along the way. He also saw oil paintings of Auglas and Sperd.

In the portraits, they were all solemn and respectful.

The entire Zone S1 had a very serious atmosphere.

At this time, Su Mo saw several officers passing by, each with a straight face and no emotion.

Su Mo took a deep breath and walked towards the first classroom.

He was also taken aback when he reached the door of the classroom.

In the spacious classroom, more than a hundred officers were sitting neatly, all sitting upright, staring straight at the podium.

The huge classroom was silent and very quiet.

Su Mo picked up his phone and glanced at it. That's right, it was indeed nine o'clock, not yet ten o'clock.

Did everyone come so early these days?

Of course, despite being puzzled, Su Mo still walked in and found a seat in the back.

He also sat down. Even if the instructor hadn't arrived, he still had to be a little more sociable. He couldn't be the only one slouching when everyone else was sitting so neatly, right? After all, there still had to be discipline.

In addition, Su Mo slightly observed the officers present.

As a result, he found that the officers present were at least majors. This training class seemed very high-level.

Time passed little by little.

Just as Su Mo's phone was about to show ten o'clock.

A series of heavy footsteps came from outside the classroom, followed by a middle-aged man with sharp eyes, a crew cut, and a neat major general's uniform walking in.

He walked to the podium, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd.

"Everyone here is the pillar of the Federation. Everyone has experienced hundreds of battles and has extensive knowledge. I won't waste any more time. Let's get straight to the point. Can anyone answer me a question, what is civilization?"

The officers present raised their hands one by one, each with a confident look on their faces. But that was normal. Those who could come here to receive training were basically officers who were about to be given important responsibilities. It could be said that they were the top talents selected from thousands of officers.

The instructor standing on the podium raised his hand and pointed to a female officer sitting in the front row. This female officer looked very young, but her temperament seemed very steady.

"Reporting instructor, the so-called civilization is a comprehensive collection of historical precipitation that intentionally enhances human adaptation and cognition of the objective world, including language, belief, law, etc........"

"The answer is very standard, what's your name?"

"Reporting, my name is Ai Ke, my rank is Major, and I am temporarily assigned to the Third Mecha Brigade of the First Army."

Ai Ke introduced herself concisely.

"Very good, sit down. Does anyone have any different opinions?"

The instructor's burning gaze swept over the others present.

At this time, no one raised their hand anymore. It could be said that the answer given by Ai Ke was considered good in everyone's mind.

At this time, the instructor said to everyone in a deep voice: "Since no one is speaking, then I will talk about my own opinion. Everything Ai Ke said is just the most superficial definition, without any meaning or value."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was slightly stunned, but no one opened their mouth to refute.

The instructor looked at everyone's reaction, and his voice became more and more impassioned.

"In my eyes, the so-called civilization is mankind, and mankind can be defined as the Federation. When the Federation is destroyed, human civilization will also be destroyed with it. Then what does this world have to do with us? Our civilization is the civilization of the world."

As soon as these words came out, the hearts of the officers present trembled slightly, and their expressions became more and more serious.

The instructor continued to give a passionate speech to everyone.

"Our mission is to let civilization continue, to let the Federation stand in this world, even if it means paying an extremely heavy price........"

.....

Several hours later, Su Mo finally finished the training course and left the first classroom.

He stood in the corridor, shook his head, and felt a little dizzy.

Su Mo showed a slight wry smile. This training course was not so easy to attend.

At this time, many officers who had finished class walked past Su Mo, each full of energy, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Just then, Su Mo suddenly felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He reached into his pocket and took it out.

A message popped up.

After Su Mo saw it, he put his phone in his pocket and turned to leave.