"It's not fair!"

After the detained third-grader took out a spinach bullet, an explosive weapon designed for positional warfare, the raider who was facing him said indignantly: "If it were on a real battlefield, ordinary soldiers would give up resistance in the face of such a situation, and there would be no such suicidal acts!" ”

However, the black-haired, square-faced third-grader defended himself very well-manneredly: "Yes, you are right, ordinary soldiers will surrender, but those of us who have walked out of the Gaston Military Academy will never bow to the enemy!" Besides, who is our enemy? You can ask the Union soldiers who fought in the last war, and they will tell you how the Norman soldiers treated the captives. So, little brother, if one day we go to war with the Norman Empire again, I sincerely advise you, no matter what, don't be a prisoner of war in the Norman Empire! Don't forget! ”

Several second-year students looked at each other.

A hundred meters away, seeing that his commandos had successfully captured the enemy's sentry and that there was no abnormal situation around, Otto Lundes, the number one second-year student, quickly approached the camp with the remaining students of the "Rescue Assault Team" and joined the raid team.

"Hey guys, how's it going? Did you ask what's going on inside? Lunders asked.

The raider, who had been talking to the third-year student, realized that he had forgotten about his important mission, and quickly explained the situation to Lunders.

After listening patiently, Lunders cursed in a low voice, "Hell", frowned and thought for a moment, and then said to the third-grader, "This assumption is simply terrible! If you detonate a spinach bomb in that situation, we would either retreat quickly or attack immediately, not in the current situation! ”

The other party replied disapprenously: "It's very simple! Now you retreat to where you are, and I shout in the sound of an explosion, and then, do whatever you want. ”

Lunders hesitated for a moment, frowned and glared, "Suppose you detonated the spinach bomb just now, and we have no way to retreat, we will definitely attack the camp directly!" Catterley, Hawkes, Myron, Rope, assuming you are seriously wounded or killed, and do not participate in the next battle, stay here and watch out for the two of them, and the rest, attack with me! ”

The more he talked about the back, the louder Lunders became, and the last sentence "Attack with me" was basically a shout. The second-graders, with the exception of a few who were assumed to be "killed or seriously wounded", rushed to the camp with rifles.

According to the rules of the training exercise, if one side makes a surprise attack and the other side is unprepared, even if the latter's personnel come out in time with guns in front of each other, the result must be calculated according to the battle loss ratio of 1 to 4. In this case, as long as there are no more than 60 people in the camp for third-year students, Lunders will still be able to win. Next, as long as they find their own captured weapons, which is equivalent to rescuing their own prisoners of war, then the number of fighters on their side will increase by sixty or seventy in an instant, and even if the third-graders who dispersed to block the patrol rush back, the second-year students on Lundus's side still have room to win - they either defend on the spot and drag down the opponent with a battle damage ratio of 2 to 3; Either break through to the north, climb over the North Hills, and reach the designated sniper hideout, and whatever the outcome, the name of Otto Lunders will ring all night at the Barston Military Academy, and even reach the ears of the military's top brass!

Otto Rundes' assumptions were shattered only a few minutes later by a ruthless reality: there was not even a single person in the huge camp, and the second-graders certainly did not find the guns that had been seized by the "patrolmen".

Only then did Lundes realize that he had fallen into the trap of the other party, but before he could withdraw with his companions, the shouts of charging suddenly came from all around the camp. The little friends around Lunders suddenly panicked, and even Lunders himself was stunned: the effect of the raid was gone, and if calculated according to the proportion of battle losses in the encirclement battle, what awaited him would be a fiasco!

Thinking of this, the number one second-grade student yelled "follow me" and took the lead to run north, but before they could rush out of the camp, they were blocked by a row of black holes.

The leading third-grader, a fleshy, chubby guy, held his head high and his chest high, and shouted in a high voice that resounded through the camp: "Hey, second-year rookies, don't resist in vain!" You've fallen into our encirclement, either disarm and surrender, or convert the casualties according to the prescribed ratio of 1 to 5, and no matter what you choose, you have already lost! ”

Lunders looked at his companions around him, then looked in several other directions, and snorted coldly: "You are surrounding us with only a dozen people, you are just using the rules, and you are simply not victorious!" ”

The fat man laughed unscrupulously, and then said in a loud voice: "The rules of training exercises are in line with the rules of survival on the battlefield. Clever use of rules is like clever use of tactics on the battlefield. Do you expect us to politely explain the rules to you, do you also expect the enemy on the battlefield to be civilized and polite to you? ”

These words left Lunders speechless.

The other continued: "There are only a dozen of us, so what? You've broken into our trapped-up camp, and the mines are enough to kill most of you, and the few who are lucky enough to escape want to escape from under our noses? Even if our bullets agree, the bayonets won't agree, right, brothers? ”

The five third-graders standing in a row shouted in unison, "Woo-hoo! ”

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "Woo-hoo!" from the other three directions of the camp. ”

Although the number of third-graders here is not large, the sound of voices and behaviors are in full swing!

Fat Dun'er said triumphantly, "You think that the success of your operation is in sight, but in fact, we have already discovered your traces when you first attacked the sentry. We have plenty of time to set up traps waiting for you to run headlong into them. Even if you find out and give up your sneak attack on our camp, the few detachments we have deployed on the periphery will already block all your paths. ”

Lunders gritted his teeth and hung his head helplessly.

Seeing the other party's leader react like this, Fat Dun'er's eyes rolled slightly: "However, I suggest that you still make the last resistance!" That way, at least save a little face. Let me see...... Well, there are a total of 14 people here, and we will subtract 3 people accordingly, and report the training situation according to this result, how about it? ”

Lunders didn't answer, and the student next to him shouted, "Don't be complacent, we killed you four sentinels before. There were 19 of us, and we killed 4 of your sentries before and after, plus 3 of you killed in the breakout, for a total of 7 of you. ”

At this moment, Fat Dun'er finally showed a satisfied smile: "Oh...... So, the large group of people who are following you are second-year rookies who have been disarmed by us before? ”

Lunders raised his head and stared at the other party for a few seconds: "Taking advantage of our raid on the camp and diverting your attention, the prisoners of war rioted, broke free from the guards, and regained their freedom, can't they?" ”

Fat Dun'er blinked a few times, and laughed loudly: "The prisoners of war are held there, concentrated or scattered, and how many people are still alive, do you know?" You don't know anything, so why should you talk to me about such hypotheticals? ”

Lunders was speechless again.

Fat Dun'er waved his hand: "Okay, if you have nothing else to justify, then I officially announce that all the enemy soldiers who raided our camp were killed, our side lost 3 people in the battle, and another 4 died on patrol." Little brother, let me tell you the truth! The results we have achieved so far are...... With 23 killed and 77 captured, there is still hope that this training mission will be completed based on the number of participants you have attended! ”

Lunders snorted coldly: "Okay, this old brother, what you said is a bit against your will!" With your battle, you don't plan for our second-year students to successfully complete this sniper training course, right? ”

Fat Dun'er shrugged his shoulders and said: "As I said just now, the rules in training are in line with the laws on the battlefield, and you expect us to lower our requirements as if you were counting on the enemy to be merciful to you, is this possible?" Is it realistic? Of course, if you think we're trying to make things difficult for you, I don't deny that, in fact, when we were in our second year, we lost every confrontation with our juniors, but that's the tradition of Basston! Failure makes us feel ashamed, but it also makes us work hard, and now, second-year rookies, it's your turn to follow the path we did back then! ”

Disappointed, Lunders put down his rifle and walked back with the second-year students who had been confident not long ago. When they walked to the "disarmed prisoners" who were waiting for a turnaround, the tall cadets who had been following Lunders said loudly: "I'm sorry everyone, the enemy is too strong, we couldn't create a miracle, and everyone ran away in vain!" Sorry, let's all go back! I'm sorry! ”

Hearing this, those students who were unwilling to be eliminated from the competition and traveled back and forth with hope couldn't help but sigh for a while, the ruthless reality was in front of them, and they could only follow Lunders and his party back home......

"Wait!"

A loud, high-pitched voice came from the woods, making the low hearts of the frustrated tremble!

"Wait!"

The voice came again, and someone could hear it as Long Clumber Hazen, the "waste wood" that had been ridiculed by almost everyone for a whole year. Just two months ago, many students ridiculed him for not being eliminated because he was lucky, but recently, he used his positive attitude and good performance to silence most of the people who questioned him.

In the camp, the third-graders, who had been high-fiveing each other to celebrate their victory, watched with wide eyes as the group slowly walked out of the woods.

In this silent night, a loud and sonorous voice reverberated in the woods and fields: "Second-year cadets Long Clumber Haysom and Nicholas Lebold, successfully raided the prisoner of war camp hidden in the woods, helped the captured companions to get out of trouble, launched a counterattack on the patrol, and captured the commander of the patrol in the course of the counterattack, and the tide of the battle has been completely reversed!" Dragon-Clumber-Hazen...... Mighty! Nicolas Lebold...... Mighty! Baston 2nd grader...... Mighty! ”