() In addition to the main courses on mecha operation, the school also offers shooting courses, chemical defense courses and art courses. The first two are understandable, after all, the latest modular assault rifle also has a bayonet.

, not to mention those of us mecha soldiers who perform high-risk missions and are ready to shoot escape movies at any time, no matter how many self-defense methods we have. In order to prevent the opponent from getting mad and mad, it is also necessary to add some protective measures.

But the art class... I really can't understand it.

Unfortunately, the person teaching shooting lessons is still a wild boar. Of course, this pervert will seize this opportunity to fix us up.

That day, we and another group of newly arrived Mao Xiong trainees received the standard Stechkin automatic pistol and two twenty-round magazines from the management office, lined up and went to the shooting range to shoot, because it was the first time in our lives that we had touched a real pistol.

The guy was so excited that no one noticed the wild boar sitting in the corner drinking wine and squinting at us with a wild smile on his lips.

In order to show off their skills in front of us, the students from Mao Xiong started shooting first. The first few students stood up and aimed at the target and pulled the trigger. Who knew that the gun body jumped wildly and the muzzle of the gun was fired suddenly?

With more than a dozen bullets fired, these guys were so frightened that they threw their guns away and lay down with their buttocks stuck out, trembling. This made the wild boars and bears who were watching smile with joy.

It turned out that the gun was set to burst mode.

We subconsciously checked our weapons and quickly brought back several weapons that had been adjusted.

I thought it would be fine, so I followed the procedure, put on the soundproof earmuffs, turned on the safety, loaded the gun, aimed, and then pulled the trigger...

"boom"

A huge and terrifying sound exploded in my mind, and my ears were completely numb in an instant. I and others grabbed and pulled off the earmuffs...or I don't know when they were switched.

Headphones, I felt like the world was spinning at that time, and I lay on the ground and vomited wildly. The wild boar waved the bottle and laughed as if watching a show, but no one responded to his laughter. Everyone glanced at him coldly and started talking.

He came up to us, helped us up, patted us on the back, and whispered incomprehensible words into our ears.

The boar's monotonous laughter gradually became dry, and finally fell into boring silence...

After this very unpleasant episode, the chemical defense class that followed was boring. Apart from the necessary common sense, I basically can’t remember any details about this class. In short, everyone was not in the mood to listen and the instructor was not teaching.

Enthusiasm, the final result of this course was just a passing level. But what none of us expected was that just a few years later, this little knowledge of three-legged cats would save the lives of many of us.

On the contrary, the art class made us feel like our eyes were brightened.

The class was taught by an old lady who was over fifty years old (I don’t know her exact age, she didn’t even want to give a rough estimate). She was very, very, very... strong, yes, strong, and at the same time, she was also a very, very, very good person.

He looked at us with warm eyes as if he were his own children, and often brought us some traditional snacks he made for us to taste. This moved us depressed rabbits who stayed with tough soldiers and perverted sadists every day.

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She asked us to call her Teacher Narrosa, but unfortunately I couldn't remember her full name either.

The teacher always wears very tasteful casual clothes. He always has a gentle face. He has no military uniform or rank. He does not look like a military personnel. It is said that his only son is a machine soldier serving in the East German Army Group.

An officer of the A Corps was killed in the small-scale armed conflict between the Allied Forces and the Treaty Army the year before last, known as the "Blood on the Danube". She has been alone. In order to take care of the families of the martyrs, the superiors specially transferred her to work here.

"Children, you must look for beauty in life." Teacher Narrosa said to us in the first class.

"But teacher, we are dealing with war machines every day."

The most disobedient Mr. Qian raised his hand and asked.

"Then look for beauty in the machine. Every piece of steel is forged, every combination of parts, every operation of the machine, every explosion of the machine is a kind of art, an industrial beauty that is different from oil paintings and music.

, didn’t you also become mecha soldiers in order to pursue this kind of beauty?”

The whole class nodded repeatedly, and I felt a little wet in my heart, as if I had been lightly poked by Teacher Narrosa's words, and discovered something that had been hidden all this time.

After a long day of class, everyone is basically exhausted. At this time, the furry bear students often go out to have a drink and relax, but the rabbit's survival competition is not over yet. Starting from dinner, every dormitory is full of people.

It was a chaotic mess, with brothers holding pens running around in various dormitories collecting notes and shouting.

"Xueba, have you finished writing silently?"

"Wait a minute, um, this character is too ugly, let me change it first."

"Xueba, you are really my own grandfather. Please write quickly. It's already past eight o'clock. If you don't understand and go to bed early tomorrow, you will be attacked by the wild boar and the colonel from both sides."

"Chen Xiang, what's going on over there with Dumb?"

"Oh, I'm still copying, please wait a moment."

"Fuck you, you are so unloyal that you are eating alone. Get out of the way and let me copy it. Hey, isn't this exactly the same as the top student? Fuck you uncle, 50% of the feelings you two remember are the same.

Partially."

"Damn it, stop writing it. Let's go to episode 221 together. It's a big deal."

So under the dim light of 221, a group of people held PCs between their arms, styluses in their mouths, coffee and water cigarettes in one hand, frowning, painfully recalling the remaining 50% of the content like artists thinking about how to write, and finally got the content together.

It was 80%, and later we formed an agreement with each other that the top student would listen to the content of the first half of the class, and the dumb guy would listen to the content of the second half of the class.

The next step is to solve the problem. Everyone divides the work and cooperates, and one person solves a problem. My level is at the lower-middle level among so many people. When I was in college, courses such as microcomputer and analog circuits almost killed me, but

Because there was a top expert like Dui around, the solution speed was doubled. Then the two of us went to help other dormitories. After one group of people finished their work, they went to help another group of people...

Things were going on until eleven o'clock in the evening. Everyone immediately turned off the lights and went to bed. In a daze, I had a big dream. I dreamed that there was a sudden call from home. Then I heard my father asking me kindly when I would be back. I thought

What are you eating? Then my mother asked me how I was doing and so on. I held the microphone and talked desperately. I almost finished everything I wanted to say this week. At this time, my father asked me to wait and said

Someone wants to talk to me.

Then I heard the terrible sound of a wild boar.

"Emergency gathering, wake up, lazy fellows."

I woke up with a numb scalp and was frightened. Only then did I realize that I was actually holding the satellite phone microphone in the dormitory, and the howling of the wild boar was still ringing over and over again. It was pitch black outside the window. I looked at the LCD screen. The time is clearly marked with the annoying number two o'clock in the morning.

At this time, other dormitories were also alarmed. The rabbits put on their clothes with their eyes closed, and then ran downstairs in a daze. Following the wild boar's crazy commands, they ran around the dormitory area like sleepwalking, drunk and sneaking away. The returning drunkards forgot to hide away and looked at us in surprise with their mouths wide open.
Chapter completed!