"Which team comes first? Huh?"

After Weiss threw out the "bidding rules", the artillery commanders who were rushing to face the terror were all scared now, waiting to see how others performed.

"It seems that everyone's sincerity is not enough!" Weiss put his hands on his chest and his eyes swept across the commanders' faces. Except for those who have already set out to transport the second batch of ammunition, the rest of the artillery teams have arrived, and those who serve as artillery team commanders are basically the best among the students of the same level. Some of them have bright eyes and are smart at first glance; some do not look squinted and behave openly and straightforwardly; some are strong and rely on hard power to speak, and some are ordinary-looking, but they are wise and foolish people...

"Since you are humble, let me do it first!"

The commander of the 1st artillery team took a step forward, with his head held high and his chest raised, with a loud tone: "Our artillery team carried 16 shells this time, consumed 15 rounds and 1 round remaining. They had hit two times before. With the artillery skills that Klumber Heisen shared selflessly, plus this box of shells, we are sure to become the second team to complete the task, so this box of shells is the most effective for us. In addition, after the training, I will invite all the 1st and 9th artillery teams to have a dinner in my personal name!"

After hearing the last sentence, all members of the 9th Artillery Team who came to join in the fun immediately gave warm cheers.

Over the "absent" second artillery team, the commander of the third artillery team came out with 16 shells: "Our artillery team carried 16 shells and consumed 16 rounds. There were three hits, three near loss, and four rounds. We can ensure that we destroyed the target. Moreover, after this training, I invited everyone to have a dinner in my personal name, and there was enough wine and meat to keep them drunk and not returning!"

The people who joined in the fun cheered again.

The next few artillery commanders were nothing more than adding some weight to the previous one's reasons. During this period, Weiss noticed that the 8th artillery commander, the commander of the 8th artillery, who seemed honest but had only the "strongest three academic masters", was called aside by the baby-faced guy and whispered a few words.

The student number of baby-faced boy Nikola Lebold is 162, so he is included in the 8th Artillery Team. The student number of Mallen Engel is 164. As long as the subjects are grouped according to the student number, they are usually in the same group. As far as Weiss knows, this guy is steady and low-key, considers things carefully, and takes good care of baby-faced boys. He is one of his few friends at the Baston Military Academy.

A gentleman's friendship is as light as water.

When the artillery commander in front finished speaking, Mullen stood up calmly and said calmly: "Gentlemen, the facts are in front of us. With the exquisite calculations of Clumber Heisen, no matter which team takes this box of shells, they can basically complete this training task. There is also dinner party, everyone has basically received military academy rewards. Not to mention inviteing 40 people to have dinner together, even if they invite all the dinner together, it is nothing great. If you want me to say, the reason why our 8th artillery team is qualified to take away this box of shells is because we have the most strong relationship with the 9th artillery team - in the past, now, and in the future! I can guarantee that from now on, as long as the 9th artillery team - whether in the team or individual - encounters trouble, we will never stand by! This is our reason, a simple and sincere reason!"

After the words came, the audience was silent for two seconds, followed by nearly boiling applause and cheers. Even Weis had to admit that the 8th Artillery Team's emotional card was really beautiful!

Mullen Engel's speech was so outstanding that it not only posed an overwhelming advantage to the first few people, but also made the speeches pale and powerless. Since the comparison was so clear, Weiss made a happy summary: the 8th Artillery Team had the most sufficient reasons and was most qualified to receive this "friendship gift package"!

The funeral was left to Luen, and Weiss left the crowd and walked to the baby-faced guy standing not far away quietly watching.

Weiss never felt uncomfortable with him before knowing his true identity, but now, he found that he was unnatural in speaking in front of him: "You...uh...prove a good idea for Mullen! Yes, a good idea!"

The baby-faced guy grinned as usual: "It's a blessing that you have such a strange question, otherwise, our team would really have no advantage in competing with other teams!"

Weiss blurted out: "Aren't you your biggest advantage?"

The baby-faced guy pointed to his cheek: "But I'm thin-skinned! Why are you embarrassed to rob it in public?"

Weiss smiled and said, "When you happily took away my models, it didn't make people feel thin at all? Trenger can testify about this, you can't lose it!"

The baby-faced guy immediately kicked, but as before, he was just bluffing and scaring him.

Weiss jumped back and saw Malen carrying the box of shells, like an old bachelor who successfully robbed the kiss, happily returning to the cannon position.

The baby-faced guy also saw Mullen, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to go back to help, but said to Weiss: "Okay, okay, I owe you another time. Next time I take you on vacation, I will take you to Ao City for a special meal, which will guarantee you will never forget for life!"

No matter how special it is, it can be more delicious than the dishes cooked by the President's Royal Chef? Weiss muttered in his heart.

Seeing that Weis didn't say anything, the young man punched him hard and said, "Hey, why are you stunned?"

In order to hide his thoughts just now, Weiss deliberately changed the topic: "I was thinking that even if I went in person, four shells would not ensure that they would destroy the target, so... good luck!"

"Hmm?" said the baby-faced guy, glaring, "Why do you mean that you don't plan to help me with this?"

"What you mean is that you are going to pay me a salary for a special consultant?" Weiss joked with ease. After saying that, he couldn't help but mutter: My dad is so awesome, it's not a big deal to hire me to be a special consultant in the government department!

The baby-faced guy curled his lips and said, "If you don't go, you won't go. What a big deal! But... I didn't squeeze in to listen to the technical issues you explained to them just now. Tell me again! Tell me carefully!"

Weis rolled his eyes at him, and then told him endlessly from beginning to end, without even missing the details.

"Get it?"

"Yeah, I understand!"

As soon as the baby-faced guy finished speaking, a loud bang suddenly came.

In an instant, it seemed as if this world had ignited the second sun, making people unable to open their eyes!

In an instant, the powerful impact was like a hurricane igniting a violent wave, slapped everyone hard!

Weis subconsciously grabbed the baby-faced guy's arm and tried to protect him with his body, but failed to do so, both of them fell heavily. If people's bodies had not been fully trained in this harsh and cruel world, this would have been a big deal!

After a little awakening, Weiss struggled to get up to see the baby-faced guy. He saw him slumping to the ground without any obvious external injuries. So he called him a name while patting him on the shoulder. Unexpectedly, he swung his elbow and let out a sharp shout from his mouth: "Get out!"

Without any dikes, Weiss was hit hard on his cheek. He was a little confused and suddenly felt that he was not feeling well. Looking at the baby-faced guy, he looked like a frightened hedgehog, sitting up and curling up, looking at the front with empty eyes...

Lun ran over quickly. Seeing this, he held the baby-faced boy's shoulder with both hands: "Hey, Nikola, it's me! Lun Schmidt!"

The baby-faced guy stared at Luen in a daze. After a few seconds, his eyes returned to normal. He nodded, shook his head, and buried his head in his knees.

Weiss sat on the ground, his mouth full of blood and salty smell. He quietly looked at Lune and whispered to comfort the baby-faced guy, thinking quietly: Nichola must have experienced a special event, leaving deep mental trauma, so he had such a strange behavior when similar situations suddenly occurred. In this way, President Lebold's family may have been subjected to an explosion before, and it may have been when Nichola was still young...

There were no outsiders at the scene, so after a brief chaos, the order was controlled. People soon discovered that the explosion just now came from the shooting position of the 8th Artillery Team. The entire 8th Artillery Team, except for Nikola Lebold who was talking to Weiss, and a student who temporarily walked away from Xiaojie, the other 18 people were either killed or injured. The Grumman M15 artillery they used, the gun body was generally complete, and the tail was unattractive. This situation seemed to be caused by the bomb explosion, but it was puzzled that how could a training bomb have such great power?

Due to an accident, the live-fire shooting course ended in vain. The instructors, inspectors and students present focused on treating and transporting the wounded. It was not until that night that a large number of armed military police entered the Baston Military Academy that people gradually realized that this matter was far from that simple!
Chapter completed!