"A rowing team?"

After breakfast, Juan, who was enjoying a medium roast of Blue Mountain coffee in his office, looked at Yaling with a surprised gaze.

"Yes, Mr. Huo Yin asked for a rowing team, and he discussed it with Teacher Tyrande, and the team members were selected from the Moon Elf students with good grades, and he was willing to bear all the costs."

"It's not about the money, it's about where do we get the rowing?"

"Mr. Huo Yin said that he had contacted the state-owned Stove Fort workshop in Elf Town, and the factory director, Magni Copperbeard, promised to build a racing boat for him by hand based on the drawings provided by Mr. Huo Yin."

"Well, the rowing should be fine, but where do we have a river for the rowing?"

"Well, I didn't ask."

Yaling hung her head in shame, blaming herself for not doing her job properly.

Juan turned his gaze to the savanna outside the building.

This slightly undulating grassland was formed after the explosion of a high-yield hydrogen bomb.

After a long rainy season, some low-lying areas accumulate some water, forming shallow pools and swamps.

Elsewhere, there are also thin streams that flow irregularly.

But no matter how you look at it, they can't support the rowing.

"Maybe," Yaling suddenly had a guess, "Mr. Huo Yin wants to go to the ninth district?" ”

Zone 9 is where the shrimp boat crashed, in the delta of the Rufigi River estuary, where the river network is crisscrossed, and rowing is no problem.

But it was only three or four days away by car, and Juan couldn't imagine anyone willing to spend that much time paddling a boat.

He said to himself, "A rowing boat." ”

"It's a rowing boat, boss, and the measure word for a racing boat is more appropriate to use 'ship'."

Juan gave Yaling a roll of the eye.

"Let him go, tell the factory manager, Magni Copperbeard, and cooperate fully, but the price will be doubled."

Shortly after Yaling stepped back, the diode-lit clone on the learning machine knocked on the office door with a "laugh".

Juan graciously invited "Laughter" to sit down on the reception couch and poured him a cup of coffee.

"Colonel, ah, I'm sorry, I should call you by your screen name--laugh, excuse me, what's there to do for you?"

"You are too polite, Your Excellency, it is like this, I am studying a famous battle in history, but there are some things that I can't think clearly, so I think that a military exercise may give me more inspiration."

"Military exercises?"

"Yes, I asked General Thorin for help before, but he refused me, he said, any military action in Brave New World must be approved by you."

"Yes, Thorin is right, but if he is too blunt, I can apologize to you on his behalf."

"Not at all, in fact, General Thorin is the most pleasing humanoid I have on the planet, and his military temperament is charming."

"Thank you, I'll pass on your compliment to Thorin, I'm sure he'll be happy, you know, he's always been proud to have served in the Special Operations Brigade."

"Special operations brigade? Is that the famous special operations brigade? ”

"Yes, it's the famous special operations brigade."

"I really didn't expect that General Solin would have this kind of experience, I suddenly feel that I have more common language with him, and I want to talk to him when I go back."

Juan felt that his cowhide might have blown his head, after all, Thorin was only a logistics staff member in the special operations brigade, and his status was equivalent to that of a military dog.

Without a trace, he changed the subject and said, "Laughing lady, what do you think of my Self-Defense Forces?" ”

"Those dragonmen with big tails? I can describe them in one word, and that is 'bandits'. ”

"Bandits? Not really. ”

"Then another word, 'rabble.'"

"It doesn't feel as good as a bandit, is it really that bad?"

"It's that bad."

"But I think they've practiced their marksmanship quite accurately, and they've experienced actual combat."

"No, no, no, those are trivial, as a soldier, the most important thing is discipline!

"Your dragon self-defense team has no discipline at all, and you can't even line up well, so you don't have the appearance of a soldier.

"And their dormitories, which are terrible, with quilts spread out haphazardly on the beds and messy posters on the walls.

"Such a team is completely unqualified to be called an army, and to describe them as 'rabble' and 'bandits' is already praise."

Juan was a little unconvinced: "The dragonmen are still very fierce in battle, and they are not afraid of death." ”

"Bravery," Lady Laugh taught like a teacher, "Juan, I tell you, the most important thing in a soldier is discipline, and without discipline, everything else is zero. ”

Juan silently drank his coffee, silently expressing his disapproval.

Ms. Laughing took a sip of coffee and said, "I plan to organize a military exercise to divide the red and blue teams."

"The red team is 50 people, a little professional; The blue team is 150 people, and it doesn't matter if it's racing, it's okay to be a little miscellaneous.

"The weapon is a dwarven steam rifle, no buckshot."

Juan nodded and said, "No need for live ammunition, then it's no problem, when are you going to start?" ”

"On the tarmac in five minutes."

"Poof~"

Juan squirted a sip of coffee.

"Ahem, five minutes? That's not enough time for me to run to the tarmac, are you kidding? ”

"For real soldiers, this little time to assemble is enough."

"I'm sorry, but I only have 'rabble' and 'bandits' here."

"What about ten minutes?"

"It's completely impossible."

"It's so bad, think about it, what are you going to do if the enemy sneaks up?

"So, without discipline you can't win."

The laughing lady sighed, like a parent receiving a report card from a failing child.

She shook her head and said, "Forget it, let's change it to one o'clock in the afternoon, don't let me down again." ”

After lunch, Juan gathered two hundred humanoids to the tarmac.

Juan, who was a little awkward in his heart, said with a smile: "Laughing lady, what you said, it doesn't matter if the race is mixed, so I just found some randomly." ”

The two hundred humanoids on the field, with 50 dragonmen on one side, stood in a slightly loose horizontal line, all of them bowing their heads to study the steam rifles, but they did not fire.

On the other hand, there is not a single military-trained humanoid.

They had no queues at all and stood in random dispersion.

A dozen two-headed demons began to dance while standing, and the moon elves pulled out their flutes to accompany them.

Dozens of halflings gathered together, as if discussing cooking, and one of them wore a chef's top hat and even pulled out two kitchen knives to perform hanging chopping vegetables, which won a round of applause.

There are also a large number of dwarves, but they are all good at mining and building, and they have nothing to say about operating a steam hammer, but they are very rusty when they operate a steam rifle.

They are not so much researching as playing with the weapons in their hands.

The sound of "woo-woo" deflation and "bang-bang" gunfire came and went.

Juan smiled and said, "Laughing lady, look, is this okay?" ”

To Juan's surprise, the laughing lady nodded, "Yes, that's exactly what I need." ”

And so the exercise began.

At the request of Ms. Laughing, both sides lined up in a horizontal line, facing each other with guns raised.

"Bang Bang" "Woo Woo" "Bang Bang Bang"

The field is filled with steam, and it looks like a battlefield of gunpowder.

"You and you, all dead, lie down!"

Lady Laugh is like a god, walking through the battlefield of "bullets", and like a god of death, harvesting life everywhere.

Juan didn't know how she could determine who had been shot and who hadn't.

Anyway, those who were hit by her fingers fell down.

In this way, the Red Army, the horizontal squad of the dragonmen, advanced a section after firing a few shots.

And the Blue Army, the chaotic militia, scattered and fled when they saw the Dragonmen advancing, then gathered again, huddled together to fight back, and then scattered and fled in all directions.

After more than a dozen rounds, the Blue Army militiamen were so tired that they were foaming at the mouth, and the Red Army Dragons, in the laughter lady "Death Touch", were reduced by 30%.

Afterwards, Ms. Laughing announced: "The Red Army suffered heavy casualties, morale was reduced to zero, defeated, and the Blues won!" ”

"Oye", "Lalala", "We Won"

The militiamen cheered and sang and danced, though they certainly did not know why they had won.

The dragons looked stunned, but after a brief moment of stunnedness, they joined in the celebration on the other side.

Juan looked puzzled: "What the hell are you doing?" ”

Ms. Laughing said excitedly: "I have proved that a militia with the concept of defending the country can defeat a well-trained invading army, just like a war in history!" ”

Juan touched the green hair on his head and thought, well, it's good that you're happy, but when you see the bill later, I hope you can keep the good mood you have now.