A sharp whistle blew, and for the rest of the room, in addition to reloading the bullets, each cadet had to maintain a standing position, lift a "Grumman Burning Stick" weighing more than 10 kilograms, and shoot at a target about 450 meters away at a rate of one shot per minute.

The shooting positions of the trainees are less than two meters apart, and the row of targets in the distance is also the same interval, if the target is aimed at the wrong target, or the shooting technique is not perfect, and the bullet deviates to someone else's target, the score will naturally be counted on the head of others, but if this kind of error causes someone's shooting performance to "burst the table", for example, there are nine shots and ten hits, or the inspector finds that there are two or more shots in a shooting, then the student will be directly judged to retake the test alone.

Since the end of the self-entry shooting test, it has only been an hour to wait for the results and rest and add a piece, and the physical fitness is far from returning to a normal state. In this case, even if Weiss used the fat vice president's "home remedies" and saved effort in the five-minute aiming phase, he still felt that his arm was unbearably sore after two rounds.

In the first two rounds of shooting, even if the trainees were not accurate, they were still able to maintain a standard aiming posture, but the further time passed, the greater the physical exertion, and the aiming posture began to be out of shape. For such foul cases, instructors and inspectors will have a non-demerit warning, and if a second time is found, the student will be directly judged to be unqualified.

After the third round, Weiss was already feeling unsustainable, and at this time, there was a voice in his heart that said: "Give up today!" If you fail to pass the main examination of a certain subject, you can take a make-up exam after all subjects, and at that time your physical strength should be relatively sufficient, and it should not be difficult to pass the make-up examination. ”

Although his spirit was shaken, Weiss took a deep breath and raised the bulky "Grumman Burning Stick" again.

About two or three minutes later, the inspector's cold voice came from not far away: "Student No. 166, the second foul, stop the exam, the result is unqualified!" ”

When the will is difficult to persevere, it is a relief to fail and quit.

"Give up...... Give it up......"

The voice in his heart tempted Weiss like a demon, little by little to wear down his fighting spirit and break his determination.

At this moment, Weiss smelled a faint fragrance, which definitely came from a woman's scent.

Could it be ...... She's near her? Watching yourself?

Suddenly, Weiss remembered what he had said to her face in the garden on the top floor of the Grumman Building.

No longer live in narrow-mindedness and selfishness, no longer live in cowardice and mediocrity, and take on the responsibility that is within one's ability......

The breeze brought fragrance again, reassuring Weiss that she was right next to her.

She must not be looked down upon...... Never!

The unyielding spirit in his bones lifted Weiss's spirits and mobilized all his strength to devote himself to this battle that was not a battle.

Arm soreness and pain, endure! The physical savings are exhausted, carry it! The limbs are about to get out of control, hold on!

Every minute seemed like a century, Weiss persevered and persevered, so sweat soaked his temples, slid across his face, lowered his jaw, and gradually wet his clothes with sweat, and even at the end, his hands and feet trembled.

The number of students who were judged to be unqualified continued to increase, and the inspector walked up to Weiss several times, as if he felt that he might give up at any time, but did not wait for him to take the initiative to commit a foul.

Last shot! Last shot!

With the eighth reload, Weiss's hands trembled violently, and sweat trickled down his forehead one by one, blurring his vision and soaking his parched lips in an alternative way......

He took a deep breath and picked up his gun again. At this moment, he seemed to be back to the wooden house in the snow forest, to the moment when he was facing life and death and was fearless. He thought of Luke, of the tall man, of everyone who had ever fought side by side, who seemed to be watching him, expecting him to push the limits of his body and mind......

In the last shot, Weiss couldn't remember whether he had taken aim or if he had fired the gun intuitively. When the gunfire fell, he was relieved, and he fell to his knees, not thinking about anything, not looking at anything, just gasping for air.

After some time, he felt someone put his hand on his shoulder, and turned his head with difficulty, and saw the melancholy baby-faced little brother looking at him with concern.

"Are you crazy today?" He said.

Weiss shook his head.

"Not crazy? Not crazy to make yourself like this? The little brother rubbed his fingers on the clothes at the shoulder level, and it was obvious that his whole body was as if he had been fished out of the water.

Weiss still didn't speak, and he didn't know how to explain it to his friends.

The little brother leaned in and said, "Hey, do you think you can get her favor like this?" Don't be stupid, okay! ”

"Who?" Weiss finally spoke up.

"Who else? Of course, the goddess of the Barston Military Academy, one of the three roses of the Grumman group, Octavier! The little brother squeezed his eyebrows and said.

Weiss shook his head and said, "I'm not for her, but for myself." ”

The baby-faced brother hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Okay! During the exam just now, she stood behind you and seemed to be watching you for a long time. Don't dare to say anything else, I think she at least looks the other way at you. ”

"Really?" Weiss jumped a little in his heart.

The little brother didn't speak well, but gaged: "It can't be fake, it can't be fake." ”

Weiss looked around, but Octavir was no longer in sight.

"Hey, how do you know? Isn't your attention straight ahead when it's time for an exam? He asked rhetorically.

"Oh, I've been out for a foul a long time ago." The little brother explained disapplauded.

"Cut!" Weiss gave him a look of disdain.

Others don't know, my fiery eyes can see clearly, you are a pig and a tiger!

Of course, the little brother didn't know that Wei Si was muttering in his heart, and he said with disdain: "So, I'm dry, how can I look like you, I smell of sweat all over my body!" ”

Weiss joked: "Masculine, masculine, no sweat, how can it be called masculine?" ”

The little brother seemed to be very sensitive to the word "manly", he frowned, then took turns raising his two arms, brought them to his nose and sniffed them, and then, he grabbed Weiss's hand and sniffed his cuff carefully.

Seeing him so abnormal, Weiss said, "Hey, it seems that some people make fun of you for your lack of manliness, and that's someone you care about very much." ”

I don't want the little brother to roll his eyes at him: "I told you about this, and you don't know it!" ”

Weiss was dumbfounded for a moment.

The baby-faced little brother suddenly said seriously: "Don't forget, my dream is to be a flying battleship commander!" The body should smell like a mixture of perfume, coal dust, and gunpowder, not the smell of sour and sour sweat! ”

With that, he walked away not very happily.

Weiss scratched his head, this thing deliberately became a scumbag, it turned out that he disdained to stay in the ground forces.

In the Ulster Free Federation, the Baseton Military Academy is the cradle of the Army's elite, and if you want to become a flying battleship commander, you should go to the Bled Aviation Academy in the capital, Liberty City, where it is said that more than half of the Union's aviation elite graduated.

Watching the melancholy baby-faced little brother drift away, Weiss felt for the first time that his back was a kind of unruly loneliness, and that seemingly thin body really contained unimaginable energy!