Chapter 4 The Marksman's Rules of Battle
"Tuesday, February 28, 1688, was sunny
It has been two weeks since I entered the Second Middle School Affiliated to Qingfeng Town, King Academy.
It feels good to go to school here.
The school has issued a mobile phone, so you can check the information of the class at any time, and even do not restrict the playing of games and sending messages during class. This kind of regulation is much stronger than the schools on Earth.
But I'd rather not have this weird phone, and I want to go home.
I slowly became familiar with the environment here, but the ball king system has not changed much, and the daily tasks of the day are still completed.
I can't tell you how I'm feeling right now.
The only feeling is ......
I really want to shoot something. ”
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In front of the experimental building of No. 2 Middle School, a total of 136 students in the first year of the shooter high school lined up in a square array.
Gu Yuantong, the tutor of the Sagittarius Department, stood on the high platform and was very satisfied.
"Well, you're the best of all the students I've ever met......"
It's just the beginning, Li Xiao, who once went to a freshman year of high school, can easily guess the latter words. It's just that everyone is very good and the future is bright.
It turns out that no matter where you go, the teacher's routine will never change.
Of course, the routine is the same, but the content is still different.
For example, the archer discipline in the King Continent will also be subdivided into different professional proficient classifications.
A stake shooter known for his attack power, a fluttering shooter who is known for his attack speed and movement speed, and a soul shooter with a balance of strength and speed supplemented by skill coordination.
Everyone has the opportunity to choose a major mastery direction when they enter the first class.
In the later stage, you can also change the specialization route, and some people are even proficient in three aspects, but they can switch freely according to the actual combat.
There is so much knowledge about shooters that I won't explain them one by one.
It is worth mentioning that no matter what kind of shooter you become, there is an important premise - 100% accuracy.
To put it bluntly, it is a necessary quality of every shooter, and the hit rate is 100 percent.
Choose the right distance, launch an attack, hit the target, and keep delivering the output, moving to save your own life.
After two weeks of cultural learning for new students, today, the instructor of the shooter department gathered all the students here to start the simulation training of "accuracy".
"Ladies and gentlemen, do you see the laboratory building behind me? This is the actual combat drill teaching building of the middle school affiliated to our King Academy, and the place I will take you to later is the simulation training camp that every trainee shooter must enter. There you will be baptized with the first battle and blood of your lives, and I am confident that you will be able to withstand the pressure of death, and I hope you will remember my words. ”
Teacher Gu paused slightly, looked up at the sky, and looked solemnly.
"Remember, the archer's rule of battle is that you should never let an enemy come within a meter of you!"
Never allow an enemy to come within a meter of each other.
Li Xiao nodded clearly, I really need to have a safe distance, if the enemy really gets close to within one meter, I don't have room to kick the ball.
Keeping this sentence firmly in mind, he entered the laboratory building with the large army.
On the fourth floor, the special training ground for the shooter discipline, the first field, is the accuracy training ground.
Strangely, as if it had been built to leave enough space for people to watch, the entire indoor training ground was surrounded by a large circle of five rows of grandstand seats, and the only thing that was really used for training was the enclosed room in the middle ten meters square.
The naked eye can't see what is going on inside, but there is a huge display screen erected on the roof of the training room, and the holographic screens on three sides show that there is a senior shooter science chief standing inside.
After all the freshmen were seated, Mr. Gu picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered "start".
Everybody understands what simulation training is.
The training room uses holographic projection technology to drop the shooter into a virtual space, and then refreshes a tall melee creep to target the shooter to attack.
In just a few minutes, everyone saw a performance that was enough to shock their eyes.
The seniors on the training ground first bombarded the mobs with high attack power, and each time they could cause a short pause for the mobs.
And when the little monster finally had a chance to get closer, the senior quickly switched weapons, and the arrows in the quiver behind him were like raindrops falling from the sky, attacking quickly and intensively, no matter how the little monster chased, he could only be left behind by the extremely fast senior.
But soon, there were not many arrows left in the quiver, and the senior's speed of action slowed down, and after pulling out an arrow again, he could see that the arrow quickly formed gorgeous frost, and when an arrow hit, the little monster froze in place, and couldn't move for half a minute for three seconds.
Seeing this, Li Xiao probably understood.
The seniors on the training ground demonstrated to them the three attack methods that they were proficient in, namely the Standing Pile Shooter, the Flowing Shooter and the Soul Shooter.
When everything was done, the senior withdrew.
The whole training ground was instantly fried, and the freshmen present were nothing more than discussing how handsome the seniors were, and how much they wished they could become that kind of dashing shooter.
Only Li Xiao sat there, silent.
What happened just now is that the outstanding graduates who were admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University returned to the school to talk about their learning experience, which aroused the admiration of many students and vowed to become top students in Tsinghua University. As a result, in the mock test on the second day, everyone still didn't know anything, and the exchange of experience was all in vain.
The point is not at all how successful others are, okay.
It's about how hard you try!
Li Xiao shook his head slightly, his eyes fell on the large display screen, looking at the tall and small soldiers who had not yet disappeared in the virtual training ground, and fell into deep thought.
On the other side, Gu Yuantong, the instructor of the archer department, after being silent for a long time, finally knocked on the table of the podium, and said in a loud voice: "Okay, I know your mood very well now. However, I have to tell you that precision training is nowhere near as easy as you see. Melee creeps on the virtual training ground, with 10,000 health and 10,000 defense, your pitiful attack power can only deal damage with a forced deduction of 1 health at most. So, in this virtual training arena, your final result must be to be killed by minions. The only difference is who lasts longer. ”
Gu Yuantong deserves to be a teacher, and with a few simple words, the incomparably warm atmosphere was instantly cooled down.
He was satisfied with the feeling of being in control of the situation, smiled sincerely, and finally said his true purpose.
"I brought you here today, firstly, to let you feel the feeling of the battlefield, and secondly, in this kind of training, to choose a proficient professional direction that suits you. Third, it is to evaluate your real combat ability. The king continent is respected for its combat power, and whoever can hold on longer is the king standing on the starting line. So, who wants to be the first to come to the training ground and show what you're capable of? ”
As soon as the question came out, countless students immediately rushed to raise their hands.
The first opportunity to participate in training, no matter how long it lasts, it is something worth showing off.
But Gu Yuantong looked around the audience, but he completely ignored those active people, and his eyes finally fell on Li Xiao, who was sitting there honestly.
"Earthlings Li Xiao, you, the first to go!"