The meeting talked a lot, most of which were about daily training to be grasped, daily norms to be implemented, the above policies and so on. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIt's early September, and the annual training plan seems to be almost coming to an end, and the new recruits will start to enlist around December, and then there will be a lot of things.

Kevin listened to it in a fog, he didn't know a lot of it, and General Oude didn't specifically explain it to him, and everyone else present obviously understood. Kevin didn't dare to interrupt the question, so he could only use his memory to memorize and slowly understand later. These are all military operations, and if something goes wrong, they will be cut down.

Throughout the meeting, Kevin remembered one major event, that is, military exercises will be held starting in March next year. The Red and Blue Army will confront, and at that time, each independent department must allocate 70% of its troops to participate, and the rest will remain behind. He also stressed the importance of this exercise and hoped that all departments would be prepared by then.

Kevin was tempted to ask himself if he should have left a donkey at home, but he didn't dare to ask, and General Oude didn't specify it.

At the end of the meeting, General Oude asked, "What questions do you have?"

Kevin looked left and right, but no one asked. Gritted his teeth or stood up: "General, I have a problem. ”

"Oh, Kevin. "I forgot to introduce you to our new catapult commander, Kevin Indon. ”

Kevin subconsciously laughed at everyone, and the others casually glanced at him, obviously they already knew.

"What do you have to ask?" the general began, rather amiable.

"I want to ask," Kevin mustered up courage, "who is my immediate officer?"

As soon as these words came out, many participants laughed. The general laughed too, and the atmosphere in the venue became very pleasant, and Kevin was very embarrassed.

"Listen, under normal circumstances, your immediate commander is me!" General Oude said, "Of course, in special cases, I will act together with other detachments, and you will be under their command when the time comes." ”

Kevin nodded, trepidation. A captain's boss is actually a general. Is it possible to go directly to the general if there is a problem?

"Kevin," the general pointed to Kevin, "you did very well in the recruit drill, and several generals were going to poach you. I want to get you here, and it's not easy. Catapults are also the weakness of our army, and I know it must be difficult for you to be alone. But at the moment, we can't allocate manpower, so we can only hope that you can overcome it. ”

"Yes. Kevin nodded.

"After the recruits enlist in December, you will be assigned a few depending on the situation. Another colonel on the side also agreed.

Kevin nodded repeatedly, of course. Seeing that there was no problem, the general immediately waved his hand to adjourn the meeting.

Returning to his garage with a dazed expression, the three donkeys were still tied to the catapult, and Kevin looked at the catapult alone.

The meeting did not make any demands on Kevin, neither in the amount of time he had to master the catapult technique, nor on the standard of operation. Anyway, the exercise will be in March next year, and there will be a new recruit allocation in December, and now it's only September, and there is no one here, and no one cares, it seems that it can be understood that Kevin can mix and wait for discharge.

I feel that this position should be the favorite of people who eat and wait for death, an army of more than 2,000 people, it is unlikely that everyone will be diligent and hardworking. This position is so sought-after, and it was actually given to Kevin, a newcomer?

said that Kevin was a talent that he had dug up by his hard work, but he didn't train it well, guide him well, and threw him to the catapult alone. Could this be the Thunder Knights' special cultivation method?

Kevin, with a head full of question marks, looked at the catapult and was still stunned. In the end, he shook his head, took out the drawings, took out the rag, rolled up his sleeves, and began to slowly and leisurely wipe the catapult while trying to assemble it.

Busy alone, of course, the work is very slow, but no one urged him anyway. When you are tired, take a break, drink some water and eat something, and then continue to work until the evening. Finally a rough wipe.

However, the catapult still won't be assembled, and according to the drawings, Kevin suspects that some parts are missing. It's hard to do, and I don't know who to ask to fix it.

It was getting late, so Kevin asked the three donkeys to pull the cart into the garage again, still going to the cafeteria for a meal, and then going back to the house to rest.

In the evening, there was nothing to do. Kevin finally took out the magic notes given to him by the ambassador to the country of Leibozier and began to study them carefully.

The notes of any high-ranking magician are extremely precious and, to a certain extent, military secrets. The magic of each country has certain characteristics and differences, especially the magic used in battle. Kevin was able to get the ambassador's notes, which was already very caring.

Even if Kevin is a person who is inherently unable to accept any elemental power, it is difficult to compare his magical achievements with that of orthodox mages, but even so, if he can deeply understand magic, then when fighting mages, he will be quite cheap.

It is now accepted that the continent is full of elements, and there are six kinds of elements: wind, water, fire, earth, light, and darkness. The magician unleashes magic, that is, he uses only mental power to gather the surrounding elements, and then uses other methods such as spells or formations to form magic.

To put it simply, if the continent is compared to a big house, then the elements are the various parts that fill the big house. Spiritual power represents people, and releasing magic means that people grab the parts on the side, rub them into magic, and then smash them over the other side. Elementals themselves do not have attack power, and must be rubbed into magic to hurt people.

As long as there are people on the mainland, they have spiritual power, but 50% of them are extremely difficult to use. It is equivalent to the person in the house has no arms, so he has no way to grab the parts on the side and hit people. And of the remaining 50%, there are still 60% who, like Kevin, are born unable to accept the elemental physique. To put it simply, Kevin belongs to the category of people who don't have fingers.

Although there is no way to grab parts and smash people, at least you can use your arms to pump others, which is a pure mental attack. It belongs to the low-level magic of pure spiritual attack, that is, the magic shield and the magic missile, after reaching the middle level, there is also the object control technique, and the high-level distraction technique and so on.

Some people only accept a certain department, which means that their fingers can only grasp the parts of a certain department.

Whether the spiritual power is strong or not only means whether the people in the house are strong or not. However, a strong person does not mean that he is fast in assembling parts, but also depends on his dexterity of fingers and his own proficiency. Of course, when a person is strong, at least when he smashes others, his strength will be greater.

To put it simply, there are three processes to unleashing a spell. First, absorb the elements, that is, grasp the parts. Second, rub it into magic. Three, smash it out.

Once you are familiar with these three processes, it will be easier to fight. For example, if my hands are long enough and my strength is strong enough, then I can just come and snatch your parts. It's also possible to throw a whole bunch of parts that aren't useful to you, squeeze out the available parts around you, or disrupt the process of grabbing parts. You can also stretch out your arm and beat you when you are grabbing parts or rubbing the ball.

In terms of release speed, there is theoretically no such thing as elemental magic that is faster than a magic missile. Through continuous training, magicians can become very familiar with certain magic practices, and the release speed is infinitely close to that of magic missiles, but in any case, rubbing a part is difficult to be faster than punching a random hand.

Generally, mages who fight all year round will practice a few spells that are very suitable for themselves as their signatures. Many mid- and high-level mages are proficient in hundreds of spells, but when they really fight, they still use what they are familiar with. Unless it's for showmanship.

So how can someone like Kevin who has no fingers defeat those who have fingers? The difference is that the other party can pick up a brick on the ground and smash Kevin, and Kevin can only call them with his arm.

Then the method is very simple, interrupt the opponent when they are grabbing parts, and interrupt them when they are rubbing magic. But that's easier said than done. Even if it is a low-level mage, if a certain magic practice is really perfect, it is basically released instantly. As long as you're not an idiot, you won't hold back a big move in front of you.

If you want to interrupt, you must observe the distribution of the surrounding elements and predict what spells the opponent may use. Use magic missiles to block or disrupt the opponent's elemental collection. It's sometimes useless to just hit the other party, because the power of the magic missile is too low, and the farmer is just an old fist, and the magician just raises his hand.

The magic missile has to attack the route and key points of the elemental collection, many of which are in the air, but this time is very short, because the opponent is basically released instantaneously. If you want to do this in a very short time, there is no other way but rote memorization.

Kevin immediately flipped through a bunch of them, and found that there were a lot of spell flaws listed in the back. Each one is different, there are about 100 kinds of spells in total, and they are all some spells that are common to the continent. It also specifically explains how to release, how powerful and so on, Kevin doesn't need to look at it, just look at the key flaws when the other party grabs the parts.

The Ambassador's notes aren't unique either, and many mages know their flaws when grabbing parts. Therefore, some experienced mages will change their spell collection methods. But it's generally the same, and it's within the range.

The note also makes it clear that this is just one of the tactics and wants to achieve this tactic. First, it requires a keen ability to sense the elements, which is related to mental power. Second, you need to memorize, and you also need a lot of mages to fight against you. Third, any tactics are not omnipotent, and skills such as fireball are too small, and if you want to interrupt, it is basically impossible, you can only dodge or block.

It seems that if Kevin wants to learn this, it will have to be a long-term process. Even if it is learned, it can only be used against magicians. But at this time, there is nothing left and right, and Kevin is happy to study it.

And the book also makes it very clear that if you want to become stronger, it is not enough to practice hard. You have to eat it! You have to practice your fighting spirit and eat the meat of warcraft. You have to practice your spiritual power! Eat high-end vegetarian food! Demon and martial arts double cultivation, of course, you can also do it, but you also have to match your diet according to your own proportion.

In the middle of the night, there was another knock on the door. Kevin opened the door, only to see that it was Statt again, still with a recruit.

"Still not sleeping so late?" asked Statt casually.

"Well," Kevin then put his notes away, "yes, I haven't asked yet." How's going to tomorrow?"

"Alas!" Stat sat down: "Don't be too upset, when you are a little older, you basically don't have to pay attention to any pickets." ”

"Really?" replied Kevin.

"Actually, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth...... You go out first. Staatt turned to his recruits and said, the recruits immediately went out and closed the door, and then Staatt whispered, "Your status is actually the same as those colonels and colonels." You belong to an independent department. ”

Kevin was slightly stunned and lost in thought.

"Pickets are also training some soldiers, or junior officers, where have you seen a drill colonel?" said Statt in a low voice, "and when you go back this morning, our commander will laugh at you for being stupid." I feel that if you don't practice, you won't practice. ”

"Oh. Kevin was silent.

"Many of us envy you for this place," sighed Stat, "and a man is free, like us, who has to come out to work in the middle of the night." ”

"You still haven't answered my question, what should I do tomorrow?" asked Kevin.

"You see," replied Stat, "if he's going to trouble you, he'll always find it." ”

Kevin was silent.

"However, picketing punishment usually does not take up normal training time. Stadt replied, "It's all about breaks." ”

Kevin nodded.

"Forget it, I'll go first. I'm going to make a round around again. Starter got up. Kevin also stood up to see him off.

Early the next morning, a whistle blew and the drill began again. Today Kevin rode a donkey, carrying a sword and shield, and followed the crowd all the way to the camp gate. In front of him is the horse team, in the rear is the logistics unit, and in the middle he is riding a donkey alone, still very abrupt.

In a moment, the front horse team rode away. Kevin also rode his donkey and followed slowly. There were countless curious glances, but Kevin remained calm.

Of course, the speed of a donkey cannot be compared with that of a horse, and it will be thrown away in a moment. Kevin wasn't in a hurry, just walked slowly.

It's still this corner, it's still the captain, and when he saw Kevin, he immediately shouted, "What are you doing?

Kevin calmly got off the donkey and walked slowly: "Sir!"

"Who told you to ride a donkey?" the captain immediately poked Kevin's chest again, only to feel a tingling pain in his fingers and gasp, "What do you have on your chest?"

"Heart goggles," Kevin replied, "maybe a little prickly edge." ”

Captain: "......"

"Do you look even crazier than yesterday?" the captain sneered.

"Don't dare," Kevin replied, "I've always had a lot of respect for the rules of the military. ”

"Respect, you respect a fart!" growled the Captain, "I've never heard of on a donkey!

Subsequently, the captain scolded Balabala again. It was inconvenient for Kevin to directly confront him and listen to him quietly.

"Go ahead and raise your shield in the morning!" concluded the captain.

Kevin ignored and froze.

"Did you hear that?" asked the captain again.

"I hear you. Kevin nodded.

"Let's go. With a wave of his hand, the captain returned to the camp with Stat. Kevin waited for a moment, went back like yesterday, and had breakfast. This time, however, Kevin ignored the captain's orders, pulled the catapult out, and sat on the cart to study.

Soon, a recruit came and saluted Kevin: "Sir, our commander asks you to go to the gate of the camp and put on your shield." ”

Kevin glanced at it, "I have a training assignment today. There was no time. ”

The recruit hesitated for a moment, but left. In a moment, the captain himself came over: "Kevin, are you training?"

"Yes," Kevin sat on the catapult, "the training is a heavy one, and I'm sorry I can't carry your shield with you." ”

"And when are you free?" asked the captain.

"Not available. Kevin replied calmly, "I'll be training on the weekend as well." ”

"Hmph," the captain sneered, "do you really think that we won't be able to cure you with training as an excuse?

Kevin was still sitting on the catapult, unheard.

"You don't want your rating, do you?" the captain sneered.

Kevin was shocked, very dazed, and said what is the score?

"If you don't want it, forget it, you can continue training. The captain turned around and left.

Kevin gritted his teeth for a moment, endured it, and thought to himself that after all, he had only been here for two days, and he should not offend too much, anyway, he was just raising a shield, and his face had been lost yesterday, so it didn't matter if he lost it again. After all, he stood up: "You wait a minute, I'll go with you." ”

The captain had a triumphant smile on his face, and even the recruits on the side looked at him with contempt. Kevin was also angry and skeptical that the rating was really that important. Either way, patience is the safest way to do it at the moment. First, the opponent's military rank is higher than his own, and second, his strength is really weak, and if he really fights with his hands, most of them will be hanged.

This morning, Kevin spent the morning again in the chatter of this picket captain, and Kevin's face was much thicker than yesterday. At least I no longer feel embarrassed by the onlookers on the side, and I am still calm and calm while holding a shield. Anyway, he doesn't have any subordinates, and he is alone in terms of disgrace.

In the afternoon, the picket finally let him go. A morning of nonsense, still didn't tell Kevin how to get out of the morning. Kevin had to suspect that someone was deliberately manipulating him, such as losing to someone in his own recruit drill. The general's son, I'm afraid that with just one sentence, these pickets will be the first to look at it, and they don't need to do it themselves, and they don't even know who they are doing. Even if he knew, there was no way to help him.

If it is once or twice, Kevin will endure it, after all, people are under the eaves. The recruits have been training for so long, and this endurance is still there. But if this goes on for a long time, can you still live this life?

After thinking about it, Kevin felt that the main thing was that he knew too little about the rules here. If you want to understand the rules, you can only ask without shame.

So Kevin resolutely went to find the other captains, remembering that when the meeting was held yesterday, one of the commanders was very kind and kindly reminded Kevin that he only had a sword. Kevin decided to ask him first.

Upon inquiry, it was revealed that this man was the commander of the third cavalry brigade, named House, with the rank of lieutenant colonel. Usually the establishment below the regiment level is the brigade, and the squadron and squad below the brigade. The general brigade has about 300 to 500 people, and the third brigade has 320 people, all cavalry. However, there will also be special circumstances in the preparation of this thing, such as Kevin, he is alone, a brigade.

Captain House was also surprised by Kevin's sudden arrival, but finally met him: "Oh, it's Captain Kevin." What's the matter?"

The first time Kevin heard someone call him that, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. But I know in my heart that what the other party calls means that the other party affirms what he is. Obviously, in the eyes of the other party, he is not a team captain at all, nor is he an equal to them, he only admits that he is a car commander.

But in any case, it is at least better to call him the commander than to call him the next Wei. Xia Wei is here, which is basically another meaning of recruits.

"First of all, I'm sorry to disturb the chief in my busy schedule. Kevin also prepared some clichés, Lieutenant Colonel House said it was okay, and then Kevin directly threw out the main topic of this visit: "I want to ask...... I continued to ask...... I also want to ask...... I kept asking......"

House: "......"

Eventually, House casually answered two questions and dismissed Kevin under the pretext of being busy with business. First he answered the question of the rating, which is what the pickets made. At the end of the year, when the meritorious service is awarded, there will be a certain basis for the score. At the same time, at the end of the year, the lowest rated person is criticized at the conference. To put it simply, as long as you are thick-skinned and don't care about any awards, the score is a fart.

Secondly, he recounted what had happened here, and it was said that some commanders were also very angry because of the picketing, and in the middle of the night they directly pulled a cavalry team and went back and forth in front of the picket camp several times. The next day, they were honest, and in the end, the pickets were just a bunch of people who bullied the weak and feared the hard. It's okay to bully and bully low-level recruits, and some veterans won't be afraid of them much, let alone the captain.

Kevin hesitated again and again after coming out, and finally slapped the table and decided to be bold, anyway, he was just a person, and it was expensive to accompany them.

That night, Kevin pulled the catapult directly to the door of the picket, whipped a few whips, the donkey screamed, and the catapult creaked violently. Wake up all the pickets.

The captain ran out in shorts and yelled at Kevin, "What are you doing?"

Kevin replied, "Night training." ”

Other: "......"