"Third Grade Fourth Team!"

"Hmm...... Ha! ”

"Column forward, orderly boarding!"

"Hmm...... Ha! ”

Accompanied by loud and powerful slogans, the cadets of the Barston Military Academy, who were standing by in line at the shooting training range, boarded the stopped transport ship one after another. Unlike those slender and sleek combat ships, this kind of military transport ship is like a canned fish box with N times magnification, perhaps this description is not appropriate enough, and the soldiers ridicule them as the "flat-chested fat girls" of the aviation force.

is so ridiculous, and the vivid image jumps in front of you.

Steel helmet field suit, rifle sapper shovel, ration first aid kit, water bottle and large backpack, Weiss's standard field marching equipment, the total weight of more than 50 kilograms. Put it on him before the crossing, it's okay to walk a few steps with this weight on his shoulder, and it's enough to choke on a stretch, but in this world where muscular men are rampant, let alone this amount, even if it increases by 50%, there are still people who can continue to trek for more than ten miles without rest......

"Fifth team of 3rd grade!"

"Hmm...... Ha! ”

"Column forward, orderly boarding!"

"Hmm...... Ha! ”

There is a team of 40 students for every 3rd year, and a total of 6 teams are listed. In recent years, the number of students enrolled in each phase of the Gaston Military Academy is 300, and the number of graduates in each term is usually about 230, and the reason why there is a difference of 70 students is because of the implementation of the last elimination system of annual comprehensive results. According to the convention, 30-40 students are eliminated at the end of the first year, 20-30 students are eliminated in the second year, and the number of eliminated students in the third year is the least, but it is not absolutely safe.

A moment later, the last group of third-graders left the assembly standby area with steady steps, and Weiss looked left and right, and the second-year students in his companion looked all looking forward to the upcoming military transport ship. Due to well-known reasons, ordinary people may not have the opportunity to contact flying battleships in their lives, and the cadets who are fortunate enough to enter the Patton Military Academy to study, no matter which unit they are assigned to in the future, will more or less have the opportunity to take a military transport ship, and it is not difficult to find a way to get a special ticket on a flying battleship during vacation, but that is after all. In the first year of school, they could only watch the second- and third-grade seniors go to participate in the spring assembly drill and the winter exercise, and it was not until they entered the second year that they had the opportunity to participate in the all-army exercise for the first time.

As always, the cadets lined up according to their numbers. Less than three meters in front of Weiss's right is Nicolas Lebold, and at this moment, he is also dressed in the same attire, and at first glance he looks no different from an ordinary student. If there is a difference, it is that outside the queue, there stood a group of servicemen with very different temperaments, and at this particular stage, they officially assigned Nikolai's personal bodyguards.

With such treatment, there is only one person in the entire Gaston Military Academy.

From Weiss's position, only half of Nikolai's side face could be seen, his head hanging slightly, and his mood seemed a little depressed. Until this time, his brother, who served in the Munster garrison, still did not show up, and judging from the emotional contrast between Nikolai and before, the brothers either had an agreement a long time ago, or they knew each other's thoughts, but for some reason, Caesar-Leibold "broke the appointment".

Under the watchful eyes of the instructors and inspectors, the students remained in a standing posture like sculptures, no one spoke, no one moved, everyone was waiting quietly. In such a situation, Weiss couldn't step forward to comfort Nikolai, and he couldn't help but be a little worried. Don't look at this guy who can be literate and martial, smart and unparalleled, sometimes he is very mature, sometimes he is reckless, and even reckless......

"Second Grade First Team!"

"Hmm...... Ha! ”

"Column forward, orderly boarding!"

"Hmm...... Ha! ”

……

"Second Grade Second Team!"

"Hmm...... Ha! ”

"Column forward, orderly boarding!"

"Hmm...... Ha! ”

……

Whenever everyone shouted the password in unison, whether they were in it or waiting, there was a sense of blood boiling. Faced with this situation, Weiss remembered the "Starship Troopers" series that once swept the world, especially the first one that was regarded as a classic by science fiction fans. I still remember watching it three times in the corner of the front row of the video hall with my friends, and I was deeply impressed by the sci-fi background and bloody scenes. Later, when I was in college, I watched it again by chance, and I felt that the plot was blunt and there were a lot of hard injuries - human beings have obviously developed to the level of science and technology to colonize alien planets, why are they still relying on infantry to conquer cities?

Thinking back to the front of me, a flying fleet with firepower powerful enough to destroy a city in a few hours is not far away, and the heavy artillery of the great industrial era is indestructible, why use the precious Star Source Stone to build a flying transport ship that does not have direct combat capabilities? Why send infantry with bolt-action rifles as their main weapon to fight?

The logical contradiction between the two seems to be the same kind.

"Fifth grade team!"

Suddenly hearing the number of the formation he was in, Weiss shouted with his companions without thinking:

"Hmm...... Ha! ”

"Column forward, orderly boarding!"

"Hmm...... Ha! ”

The voice fell, and the team began to move forward.

The heavy rucksack held bundles of single tents and cold blankets, stuffed with two days' worth of field rations, portable fuel stoves (two cans of spare fuel), ponchos, waterproof pads, dry clothes and socks, personal cleaning utensils and spare military boots, spare first aid kits, and sapper shovels hanging from the outside of the rucksack, which formed a strong pull under gravity, making it difficult for Weiss to straighten his waist, and on his belt and armed belt, there were also bayonet scabbards with bayonets, ammunition packs with a base ammunition, and a capacity of 1/ 2 Gard's standard military kettle and fireworks sticks, as well as a notoriously bulky "Grumman Burning Stick" that must be carried......

It was only three or four hundred meters from the assembly and standby area to the landing hatch of the transport ship, and on the premise that he still had sufficient physical strength, Weiss tilted his head and looked at this flying ship specially used to transport personnel and materials as he walked. Unlike the landing ship in "Starship Troopers", its size is not so exaggerated, the length of the hull is about 100 meters, the width of the hull is more than 10 meters, the height from the bottom to the deck is close to 10 meters, its appearance lacks modern beauty, it is covered with abrupt but neat rivets from top to bottom, two thick black chimneys rise above the deck, and the few guns are placed in open open gun emplacements - this detail means that its practical ceiling is not too high, its normal speed is not too fast, and its protection and self-defense capabilities are also limited... …

The flying transport ship in front of me is somewhat similar in structure to a tank landing ship, but it has more than one landing hatch. Under the guidance of the crew wearing armbands, Weiss's detachment of 40 men came to its starboard side, on this side there were two steel hatches that opened horizontally, the bottom of the hatch was almost a man's height from the ground, and the ship's crew used a large, thick wooden plank with non-slip grooves to put between the hatch and the ground in advance.

Walking up to this landing hatch through the hitchboard, the trainees were presented with not comfortable seats or bunks, but a cargo hold-like square space, in which piles of large boxes were neatly stacked.

"Go up the stairs and watch your step! Your place is on the upper floor! One of the crew members said in a loud voice.

Bypassing the piles of cargo from the side, there is an upward gangway. Weiss looked up, and the so-called upper deck was not another compartment, but a circle of suspended layers in the upper part of the cargo hold, and a row of long wooden benches were fixed next to the bulkhead.

Before Weiss arrived, the "ticket seats" had already been occupied by the first-arrived students. Weiss glanced at it, and there were several familiar faces inside.

They are third-year students at the Gaston Military Academy.

After the second-graders came up, the two sides did not greet each other or do anything unkind.

Since boarding the flying transport ship, the accompanying instructor has not given any further orders. The students of the fifth team of the second grade consciously took their seats next to their seniors in turn.

Weiss sat in the corner, so he could communicate with Nikolai more easily.

After sitting down, Nikolai looked up at Weiss.

This guy really had gloomy eyes and a depressed face.

Weiss gave him a good-natured smile, but it didn't seem to do much.

Nikolai looked at Rune, who was very close to Weiss, and then lowered his head.

After a while, another group of second-year students entered the cabin where the cargo was mixed with goods, and the wooden benches were almost full. In the end, Nikolai's special bodyguards rushed in, and Major Brooks naturally did not condescend in such a place, he left an intelligence officer and four special service team fighters to lead the others inside.

The two crew members pushed the horizontal door and tied it, and the light in the cabin suddenly dimmed, but fortunately, there were four circular portholes in the upper part of the outer bulkhead, which were both light and breathable, so as not to feel dark and stuffy.

After closing the gate, the two crew members went inside without saying a word through the small door on the side of the inner bulkhead, and the accompanying instructors and inspectors followed into the small door.

The cadets of the three detachments were left alone in the cargo hold.

One third-grade detachment and two second-grade detachments, such a combination seems to be useful.

Just when the second-year students, who had never experienced this kind of situation, were at a loss, someone from the third-year side stood up and said in a loud voice:

"Hello, little brothers in the second grade! Let me introduce myself, my name is Theo Norn Essler, and I entered the Patston Military Academy one year earlier. After studying for more than two years, there are no earth-shattering achievements, but the grades are okay, with an excellent rate of 80%, and the overall score is currently ranked 4th among prospective graduates. As a veteran of a spring conference exercise, let me introduce you to some of the things that go beyond the rules, just as the seniors introduced to us this time last year......"

Weiss had no memory of the name, but when he saw the other man's chubby face, he immediately remembered that in Colonel Borgweyne's special sniper course, the night battle at the southern foot of the North Mountain, this old man was among the blockers, and from the incomplete impression of that day, he was a quick-thinking and eloquent character.