When Kirtz woke up, it was dark outside the window, and he thought it should be night. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info moon casts moonlight on its bright side, hiding the potholes and ugliness in the depths of the night.

But Colz wasn't sure that at the time of day, Plucel's march could sound in the morning, evening, wee morning, or whatever the unexpected might be.

But whatever time it was, he knew he had better pack up his house and rush to the square in three minutes, for the fiery and stirring symphony had been on the radio for ten seconds, and every note from the muffled tone at the beginning to the broken tone that was about to turn was telling him to roll off the marching bed at once.

Dressing, brushing teeth, washing face, folding quilts.

It was as if a thousand strokes had been perfected in one go - this was the fastest set of maneuvers that Kirtz had mastered since he came into the world, and the end of the unskilled was far from being as simple as running twenty laps around a makeshift camp with a circumference of two kilometers.

His commander, the meticulous Newmanin, would surely let those who couldn't even take care of their internal affairs know what military discipline is.

Remembering the whipping he had suffered three days ago that was even more terrifying than Tudor hell because he was late, the dense criss-crossing whip marks on Kirtz's back began to ache faintly again, making him subconsciously twitch with the same stiff face as the other eleven other indifferent men in dark gray military uniforms in the barracks.

The good news is that after that catastrophic encounter, Kirz found that his body named [Kirz von Averdormann] was far more quality than he imagined, as strong as a Calus Explosive Bear, no, maybe it could be compared to the legendary Warcraft species!

It was easy for him to die more than ten times in his previous life, and in less than two days, the blood began to fall off from the blood crust that had coagulated from the fleshy wound, and in addition to the still shocking traces, it was completely impossible to see that those hideous scars were still deep in the bones three days ago.

The barracks was quiet, and the loudspeaker of the Luces march and the clattering of the porcelain oil lamps were barely audible, and a dozen stiff men, including Kirtz himself, were quietly washing their faces and brushing their teeth.

They move as fast as the wind, but they move like machines...... Of course, this does not include Kirz, and don't expect a scrap student who was playing games in a university dormitory four days ago to have a strong sense of action, and to be able to fold the quilt neatly according to the standard, which is already stained with the light of Kirz von Averdormann's body memory over the years.

And after the eleven people living together in the temporary barracks opened the canvas curtain one after another, and walked out with the same steps as vernier calipers, Coltz was still sorting out the folds on his straight military uniform.

He carefully examined every inch of his uniform, carefully smoothing out the creases that were barely visible, no matter how inconspicuous, and he would make sure that he was sure that nothing was wrong.

Because Kirtz doesn't want to experience the day before yesterday again, that is, to travel to Kirtz? Feng? What happened on the ninth day of Afudaman's body.

Or is it the meticulous Newman, Kirtz's direct boss, the captain of the 107th Strike Team of the Tenth Magic Regiment, Ai Xuanxin? Morality? Ensign Vicchas, after Curtz dragged his whip-scarred body to the playground, she easily spotted the slightest impeccable fold on the inside of the cuffs of the Kirtz uniform with eyes more malicious than a jackal and sharper than a bald eagle.

And as the price of letting Ensign Vichards waste precious time to teach himself, Kirz was scalded all over his body by the high-temperature steam activated by Lieutenant Vichas's elemental technique, and countless blood vesicles and pustules were burned all over his body. Feng? Alfdorman's body bloomed, and Kirtz's screams piercing the clouds could scare anyone who heard it so much that they couldn't sleep properly for days.

But this tragic situation could not move any of Kirtz's teammates, even if they smelled the smell of cooked meat wafting from the hot steam from the hands of Second Lieutenant Vichard, eleven poker-like faces. There is not the slightest superfluous expression, and even the brightness of the light in the eyes is the same, as if it was said.

This cannot be blamed for having a heart that is harder than Roland Stone, and the reason for this is mainly because of the rule of Second Lieutenant Vichas, and even the entire empire, all the armies, are the same.

Iron will, gear-like execution, is the eternal pursuit of the imperial army.

Ensign Vichas put away his technique contentedly after Kirtz was dying, and sarcastically said in a threatening remark that was not so much a joke as a threat: "When I was in the logistics unit, I was a good man at ironing clothes with a steam iron, and if Warrant Officer Aventman ironed his own clothes, I think I would be happy to do it for me." ”

Lying on the ground, Coultz had already gone into shock from the pain beyond the limits of his brain, and naturally could not respond to the malicious "thoughtful" speech of Second Lieutenant Vichas.

Bandaged like a mummy, Kirtz removed the bandage the next day, and his body's super self-healing ability made his burns disappear quickly.

But the pain left in his memory will definitely not be consumed by time, and even the fear in his heart will gradually demonize the encounter, turning it into a psychological trauma that can be remembered for a lifetime.

Once again, stroking the dark gray straight military uniform, the feel of the thick cotton fabric gave Kirtz a rare sense of familiarity and security...... It was the only thing that made him feel relaxed and at ease during the three days he was here.

But now is not a good time to lament these pitiful and pathetic soft mentalities, two minutes and twenty seconds have passed since the three-minute assembly time, and it takes thirty seconds to walk to the meeting place with a standard gait, so there are still ten seconds to do a simple maintenance of the 14.1mm caliber Waller SKP-II single-shot rifle.

The 14.1mm Waller SKP-II weighs only 17.5kg, and from Kirtz's point of view, it is a standard anti-materiel sniper rifle, which is usually fired on the ground.

But here, this unknown otherworld, exaggerated is just a single soldier benchmark weapon, which any well-trained magus can easily use in his arms, and can see that the recoil of Kirtz's original body shaking apart is nothing.

Tocorz? Feng? The blessing of the dead ghost of Afu Daoman, the current Kirz does not have a hard time using the Waller SKP-II, and it can even be said that it is handy.

The butt of the Ente ironwood gun is easy to handle, and it can be wiped with a damp cloth, but the black steel body is not so convenient, and it must be carefully maintained from the trigger to the bolt with tung oil, especially the Moen script engraved on the barrel to accept and communicate the spirit and technique of the user, and Coltz is even more difficult to start.

To know what he did from Kirtz? Feng? There weren't many memories that Afu Daoman had inherited, and apart from a little insignificant information about the world, there was almost nothing else, not even the name of the country he belonged to had been heard by chance, not to mention the methods of maintaining the magic guide gun.

Of course, Kirz from Kirtz? Feng? It was the almost fantastical nature of the existence of magic that Afu Daoman had received from his memory, and he was even more confused.

That's right

Magic.

Coltz smiled wryly as he wiped the barrel of the gun, who could have known that the gunpowder weapon in his hand, which smelled of engine oil and had a strong mechanical style, was actually a half-magic creation.

The Valle SKP-II is not a simple product of mechanical technology, nor is it a pure crystallization of magical skills, it is a "hybrid" that combines ancient magic and modern mechanical technology, and is a modern magic style individual rifle.

As for the Wahler SKP-II, it was too late for Kirz to make it look like it had been carefully maintained in a lame way - a deceptive ploy that would not be put on the table, and Kirtz was very good at similar deception in the previous realm.

But after all, the trick is just a trick, and no matter how much Kirtz's SKP-II looks like it has been maintained, it doesn't take too much attention to find a lot of paradox. With the meticulousness of Second Lieutenant Richard, it was clear that Coultz's actions were only a matter of whether she wanted to deal with it or not.

Coultz could only hope that Second Lieutenant Vichard would be merciful to let him go today, and the butt of a rifle that had been pumped yesterday because of a speck of dust in the barrel of the gun, even in the case of Coultz? Feng? After a night of recovery, Kirtz's left cheek was still swollen larger than a fist.

There was no time to lose, after all, Lieutenant Vichas's horsewhip was undoubtedly more feared than being smashed with the butt of a rifle again.

Natsuki wore a shiny Valer SKP-II single-shot large-caliber rifle on his back, picked up a slightly heavy officer's cap from the aluminum simple bedside table, and put it on the top of his head..... right, you must not forget the cowhide military boots, and you must ensure that the surface of the leather boots is recognizable at all times in front of Second Lieutenant Vichas.

When everything is ready, Kirtz? Feng? Afu Daoman, with a nervous heart, finally lifted the canvas curtain, turned his face hard as a stone, and walked towards the playground at the same pace as his teammates... There, his boss and team members were already lined up

Arriving at the playground a second earlier than expected, and by the time he had reached the front of the line in order of strength, the extremely neatly dressed Second Lieutenant Vichas just moved his large, dark blue, malevolent and bloody eyes from the dial of the enemy's mechanical watch to the twelve neatly arranged figures.

"Ho Ho ......"

Like a predatory signal from a night owl, a hoarse laugh came from the mouth of Lieutenant Vichass into the ears of the twelve, with her characteristic wicked smile on it, and her dark blue pupils with eighteen spirals casually glanced over the faces of the Kirtz men...... And everyone who is swept by her will involuntarily hold their breathing and tense their bodies, making the already standard standing posture more impeccable.

It was very dark, and a 1KW xenon searchlight rotated back and forth on the left side of the playground, making the playground as bright as day, but the strong light also made the twelve people present almost unable to open their eyes, but no one dared to complain, because Ensign Vichas did not like the dark.

"I'm glad," said Second Lieutenant Vichas, in a tooth-wrenching voice that sounded like metal being twisted, "no fool is late today, no fool is in disarray, and no fool forgets to maintain his weapon. ”

Three fools in a row, Kirtz knew, were mocking himself, and only he knew that behind the three fools who understated it was a bloody lesson.

"Warrant Officer Afu Dawman." Ensign Vichas's gaze finally rested on Kirtz, who was standing in the first column of the first row.

Coltz immediately trembled with nervousness, and his muscles tightened to the point of soreness. Even during the freezing period when the cold wind is howling, cold sweat spreads all over the body in an instant.

"Yes!" He subconsciously roared, his eyes stiffened and he stared ahead, not daring to look down at Lieutenant Vichas, who was no longer as tall as his thigh.

Wait a minute!

Ensign Vichards was no more than the height of Kirtz's thigh!?

Of course, she was not as tall as Kirtz's thighs, and how could a fair-skinned blonde girl who was only eight years old have the thighs of a strong man like Kirtz?

In the Imperial Army, almost everyone could easily look down on Ensign Vichas, who was less than a meter tall!

However, the person who would rather be looked down upon by Kirtz is himself, and the ghost knows what will happen after daring to look at Lieutenant Vichas with "overlooking" eyes, but it can be predicted, it must be a memory that can make people cry bitterly.

And [Monster in the Skin of a Young Girl] is the title that Second Lieutenant Vichas privately circulated in the Tenth Demon Steering Regiment.

This young girl, who will do anything for promotion and merit, is not only an enemy nemesis but also a nightmare for her own people.

The scum scum is no longer enough to describe her, and the [inhuman monster] is the one who everyone including the head of the Tenth Demon Guide Group is against Ai Xuanxin? Morality? Unified evaluation of Ensign Vichas.

Many Junker officers, who retain the ancient chivalric tradition, regard the evil second lieutenant Chas, who has no moral conscience and only knows promotion, as a thorn in the flesh, and they are eager to get rid of it, believing that even if she defends her family and country, her methods are too dirty and despicable.

It's a pity that Second Lieutenant Vichas a strong strength in his own right, and in this period of foreign invasion, having such an iron-blooded and cold-blooded demon is undoubtedly a good weapon to deter the enemy.

Therefore, Ensign Vichas, who should have been court-martialed a long time ago, remained at the forefront of the battlefield and took away his military exploits at a jaw-dropping rate, and Colz even heard that it would not be long before Vichards' second lieutenant title would be changed to lieutenant.

This was good news for Kirtz, as Ensign Vichards, who had been promoted to lieutenant, would be transferred out of the 107th Strike Team and served elsewhere.

However, whether Lieutenant Vichas is transferred or not, that is a matter for the future, and now Kirz will have to continue to suffer under the demon lieutenant in the skin of a young girl.

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