When the group of people who came out of the woods came close, the third-grade students who had just won a "annihilation battle" a few minutes ago subconsciously lowered their guns. Because among the nine people in this group, 7 were from their own side, and only 2 were strange faces!

The sensual fat man asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Hey, Delor, what's going on? And Dio, why are you and your team members coming out?"

The silver-haired student who had always been cold and proud was now walking in front of him with a gun. He looked gloomy and his eyes were flashing. He did not respond to Fat Dun'er's problem.

"Let me explain it!" Weiss said, "My hardcore partner and I raided your prisoner camp. According to the training rules, we killed six of your guards at the cost of one death and one injury, and rescued the prisoners of war you seized. Next, we found your commanders hiding in the tree to observe the battlefield. Whether it was siege or raid, they killed your commanders at a cost of inadequate power, directly reducing your combat effectiveness by half..."

Before Weis could finish his speech, Fat Dun'er interrupted his narrative: "Stop and stop! Who told you that he is our commander? Huh?"

Weiss did not rush to answer, but stabbed the silver-haired young man walking in front of him with a gun, signaling him to stop moving.

After a moment, dozens of second-grade students entered the camp, most of whom were previously disarmed, and Lundes and his failed "rescue assault squad" followed. From the scene, second-grade students had an overwhelming numerical advantage here.

When his "support team" arrived, Weiss narrowed his eyes and said, "Are the students with the strongest ability and best grades not qualified to become commanders?"

The silver-haired young man thought he was verbally stimulated. Before Fat Dun'er could continue to defend himself, he said in a muffled voice: "Okay, Tim, we are just a trick of our own chess, there is nothing to be quibbling. But..."

He said, turning to Weiss: "Can you allow me, the 'dead man' to explain a few words?"

In Weiss' "embedded" enemy-enemies recognition system, this silver-haired young man has excellent abilities and is particularly energetic. Because of this, when Weiss finds him hiding on a tree branch, he boldly speculates that he is the commander of the third-grade cadet - even if he is not the commander-in-chief of this operation, he is also an important role such as the commander of the team.

"This is just a training, so why not communicate in depth?" Weiss responded generously.

"Okay!" the silver-haired young man nodded, "In order to minimize bias in personal judgment and decision-making, our actions have always been led by a four-person committee, and I am only a member of this four-person committee. We have reported to the team leader instructor before the training begins. After the training, you can verify with the team leader instructor. So... even if you shoot me to death, it is not enough to reduce the combat effectiveness of the normal training rules by half. To be fair, it is recommended that according to our previous practice, every time the four-person committee is killed or captured, the remaining combat effectiveness of the troops is reduced by 20%. If all four people are killed, the combat effectiveness of the troops is only 40%, is it possible?"

Weiss was still thinking about the baby-faced guy who "sacrificed" during the raid of the prisoner-of-war camp came forward: "Hey, Delor Wizerman, your custom rules are not fair at all!"

The silver-haired young man was called out directly, but he did not get angry. Instead, he looked at the white and thin second-grade student: "Oh, you are Nikola Lebold! You have long been famous!"

"Don't get close to me!" said the baby-faced boy in a sharp tone. "As for the rules of military exercises, when multiple command teams suffer casualties, both the number of people and the number of times. In your case, the combat effectiveness of the troops should be reduced by 30%. If one commander is lost, the remaining combat effectiveness will be reduced by 30%.

The young silver-haired young man snorted: "Okay! This is indeed the military exercise rules, and it is not impossible for us to follow this, but I would like to remind you that when the captured people rejoin the battle, their combat effectiveness can only be calculated at most 50%.

"It's okay!" The baby-faced guy looked at Weiss and said, "You have 30% off, we have 50% off, and victory still belongs to us."

The silver-haired young man raised his head and smiled, "Do you think you really won? Don't forget that your mission is to march in secret. If you fight us in such a big battle, what kind of hiddenness can you say? Even if we suffer a little loss, everyone's original combat power is equal to you. You only have more than thirty people to leave the camp. There is our second blockade line in front and the mobile patrol teams deployed everywhere. You are not enough!"

The fat man walked to the silver-haired young man and deliberately said to the second-grade students around him in a loud voice: "Before making the decision to fight us, you must think carefully. There are 70 or 80 people in your group, who will go and stay, huh?"

Weiss and the baby-faced guy looked at each other, which was a very difficult problem.

The second-grade students who entered the camp became restless when they heard the sound. Of course, the "dead" could not go to the northern foot of the North Mountain. Only the survivors could continue to move forward with hope and become one tenth of the final completion of the Colonel Borgwiin sniper turnover course.

At this moment, Otto Lundes spoke out: "No nonsense! We must work together to eliminate you first, and then discuss the issue of who will go and who will stay. Otherwise, none of us can leave safely! Right, brothers?"

Although the rescue operation received by Lundes ended in failure, his heroism and selflessness still won the respect of the students. With his words as a reminder, most of the students realized which one was more important and shouted "That's right."

Then, Lundes struted to the other side of the silver-haired youth, stood with Weiss and the baby-faced guy, and introduced their previous killing of patrol soldiers in concise language, raiding the camp and the exchange of casualties.

Weiss raised his head and calculated it with the famous "Chinese cloud computing method" overseas: "In this way, we still have 49 people to break through!"

Fat Dun'er took out the paper and pen and checked it twice. He looked at Weis in surprise, and then made a specific expression at the silver-haired young man.

The silver-haired young man did not say anything, but made a head-swinging move.

Fat Dun'er understood: "The casualties in the raid are 1 to 4. You two killed 6 of us. It is calculated directly. All of us were killed. Your price is one death and one injury, right? Strictly speaking, the rules of the army's exercise are not only a simple conversion of digital injuries, but also factors should be taken into account. For example, we have a complete command system, with individual combat power at 150% of the standard value. You are a scattered warrior, and individual combat power at the standard value. Take this factor into consideration. The result of your raid POW camp should be that both sides fight for nothing, and the prisoners of war are rescued and calculated according to 50% of the standard combat power. As you said, after the prisoners of war are rescued, the casualties are calculated according to head-on battles. You win, but there are only 30 survivors who can break through."

Weiss turned his gaze to the baby-faced guy, and saw him frowning, and a helpless look appeared in his eyes.

It seems that this fat man’s comprehensive factor theory is not a random word.

The silver-haired young man narrowed his eyes, stared at Weis for several seconds, and then sneered: "You rescued thirty people at the cost of more than twenty people. It seems to be a good deal, but you, you, you, you, you three were all killed in the battle and were unable to participate in the next stage of training. Don't you feel sorry?"

The three people he was referring to were naturally Weiss, the baby-faced guy and Lundes, who had been "dead" when he raided the camp.

It feels really good to be a hero, but it has to bear such a price. Calm down and think about it, it seems that the loss is not worth it. However, after making the decision that you think is correct, even if the result is not satisfactory or even a tragic defeat, you will face the result with a positive attitude, rather than being indignant and unable to extricate yourself... With this mentality, Weiss gave a comforting look to the baby-faced guy. This guy who scored first in the initial test of the sniper course seems to be more calm than him!

Weiss finally looked at Lundes. Although the number one top student was frustrated, he was not necessarily depressed. It is a pity to miss the special training course of the Sniper God, but it does not include personal official results after all. Moreover, among the students who have excellent regular academic performance, sniper training courses often do not perform well. Those with outstanding sniper skills may not have better development opportunities after graduating from military academy.

So Weiss took the lead in responding: "No regrets!"

The baby-faced guy followed and said, "No regrets!"

Lundes answered with a rhetorical question: "What are the regrets of self-sacrificing oneself and heroic character?"

At the end, the three of them laughed in unison, very refreshing...
Chapter completed!