"Didn’t expect you to have such... a wicked taste." Chichu Chun giggled, covering her mouth,

"Really unlike you."

"Let’s not talk about this, you can move freely in the simulated war zone and mark those high-risk strongholds and targets."

"No need for you to say." Chichu Chun spoke as she replaced the fuel rods for the Undead Armament.

"I’ve been itching to get started."

Watching Chichu Chun hum a cheerful tune as she walked away, Xu Xiaoyou’s gaze fluctuated, ending in a helpless sigh. She somewhat missed the first time she met the girl. The girl’s naive appearance seemed like it was just yesterday.

Now is also good, being unique and independent is great. It’s just her mental state that’s a bit too delightful.

...

Inside the stronghold, each squad was grouped into companies, then to platoons, and finally separately assigned under different military tents. They would undergo urgent special training here for three days, learning battlefield essential knowledge such as battlefield first aid, and then would be deployed in stronghold assault battles.

"All stand firm!"

Jishilin walked among them, while the soldiers stood neatly in a row, their gaze level.

In front of them, a table was placed, covered with gun parts.

"Look at me."

The soldiers’ eyes converged as Jishilin in front of them disassembled a Raider pistol and placed it on the table.

"Next, I will demonstrate only once for you."

"Training tasks are tight, you have only twenty minutes to learn how to assemble the gun. This pistol’s structure is ingenious; once you learn to assemble this gun, most models won’t be a problem."

"Of course, I’m just joking. You bunch of useless idiots would freeze like jellyfish on the battlefield, forgetting everything you’ve learned!"

"Watch carefully!"

Jishilin expertly assembled shell hooks and springs into the slide, then installed the firing pin assembly, fixed it with lock pins, finally assembling the muzzle and recoil spring.

The clean and sharp movements dazzled the soldiers. By the time they came to their senses, Jishilin had already pushed the magazine into the chamber and pushed the slide backwards twice.

"Did you understand!?"

Jishilin shouted.

"No..." One soldier looked troubled.

"Of course not, from now, I’ll come back after twenty minutes to check the results!" Jishilin shouted as he marched out of the tent.

The soldiers were dumbfounded.

Who can learn this? Is this a battlefield, where the person just walks away leaving them to fend for themselves?

What does this person take their lives for, what’s the point of such training!

The frustration of being underestimated filled the soldiers.

Xiaoliu said nothing, looked down at the parts on the table and the assembly instructions beside him.

Moments later, he picked up the instructions, and began assembling according to the complicated text above.

"Who goes to the battlefield first, then trains? This is nonsense, it’s absolutely inhumane!"

In the command center, a Life Daylight lecturer frowned watching these scenes.

No one answered him.

He paused, looked up, and found the entire room of Chichu Celestial Army officers staring at him, their gazes either determined or experienced.

"When emergencies arise, this is normal, please understand." Chichu Qiu said.

The sense of crisis as death approaches can drive organisms to unleash unprecedented potential.

Humans have never lost to the seedlings beneath the hard stone.

The lecturer suddenly felt a sense of sadness, indescribable emotions surged from his heart, like a song with a long and bitter aftertaste.

He looked back at these determined and experienced officers, feeling something inside him was broken and reformed.

These soldiers, staying on the world’s front lines, unseen by him, as always.

Finally, he saluted in a standard Chichu Celestial Army gesture and walked out of the room.

The room fell into a long silence.

"That guy’s salute was really standard; I can’t do it that well." A military officer joked lightly.

The silence in the room deepened slightly.

The officers’ eyes returned to the screen. Some came from military command colleges, directly becoming officers sitting in the rear after graduation, while others climbed from grassroots through major battles.

But without exception, they all had witnessed the cruelty of war and the hardships of life. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"This kid’s really sharp, just like I was back then," a general remarked to the image.

Inside the tent, Xiaoliu placed the assembled Raider pistol on the table.

Seeing this scene, several soldiers’ eyes went wide. One of them approached with a grin, hooking Xiaoliu’s thin shoulder.

"Yo, you assembled fast, help us out too."

Seeing Xiaoliu indifferent, he bent down for eye contact with the boy.

"If that old bald guy sees we haven’t assembled them, we’ll definitely be punished, wouldn’t you be implicated too?"

"Exactly, exactly!"

Several people in the tent chimed in.

"Don’t forget, because of you, we waited in the woods for half a day, and in the end, someone died. This account has to be settled by you, right?"

"If you hadn’t wasted time, we’d have reached the stronghold sooner."

Saying this, he jabbed Xiaoliu’s chest.

"Yeah, exactly. Everyone has family back home, if anyone dies, it’s hard to explain, we’re all comrades, of course, we should look out for each other."

"Don’t twist the logic, that monster was ambushed there all along, no matter morning or evening..." Freya couldn’t help but speak.

"Girls, shut up!" The bully turned and yelled at Freya, "Brothers are talking here, do you have a say?"

Freya suppressed her anger and clenched her fists.

Xiaoliu was silent, moments later he said.

"The manual is quite clear, assemble it yourself."

"Precisely because we are comrades, I can’t..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiaoliu felt a sharp pain at the tip of his nose, a rush of warmth, his vision wobbled as he fell to the ground.

"Do you not understand when we speak nicely to you?"

"Damn it, help us assemble the damn gun!"

"Get to work quickly."

Xiaoliu got up, covered his bleeding nose, and those bright black eyes suddenly burst with a fierce momentum. Despite his thin frame looking non-threatening, it gave the bully pressure.

But before Xiaoliu could assume a stance, several people rushed in and grabbed him.

Suddenly, chaos erupted in the tent.

At this moment, a deep shout stopped them, and Jishilin walked in slowly, his eyes sharp like a hawk, scanned them.

Everyone simultaneously let go of Xiaoliu, quickly returning to their positions.

Jishilin said nothing, glanced at the assembled gun before Xiaoliu.

"How long did it take you to assemble that?" Jishilin asked in a composed voice.

"Seven minutes and nine seconds."

"Private Xiaoliu, you really are a genius!" Jishilin shouted.

"Who was it that led the assault on you just now?" Jishilin asked.

Xiaoliu’s gaze swept over them, locking onto the bully.

The bully flashed a vicious look and gestured threateningly.

Xiaoliu ignored him, pointing directly at the bully.

"Hit back!" Jishilin shouted.

Upon hearing this, Xiaoliu immediately flipped over the table, sprinted to the bully. The latter, totally unprepared for Xiaoliu’s rush, tried to retaliate belatedly.

Xiaoliu dodged the bully’s swing like a professional boxer, swiftly and cleanly, his hands striking in a jab, one hit to the bully’s jaw, second directly on the bully’s nose bridge.

The bully, clutching his nose, fell to the ground, groaning, his face covered in blood.

"Shit, he broke my nose."

"This is returned to you; if you want to look after each other, don’t provoke me again."

"No matter how many times, I will give An Eye for an Eye."