The light of the laser guns on the training ground gathered, then flickered, and then cut through the air, and the powerful weapons continued to fire until the batteries became empty, and the instructors continued to curse harshly.

"Will you? Have you ever held a gun, rubbish! ”

"God Emperor, you don't need to be so merciful to aliens, look at it, what is he fighting?"

The instructor watched while walking, and soon arrived on John's side, miserable, 27 percent of the hit rate, that is, 11 shots may not kill an orc...

He didn't bother to scold until the next one, the former gang platoon commander, who had touched firearms and fought many wars, albeit on a small scale.

53 percent, the hit rate is barely qualified, but the usual source of soldiers on the PDF is about 70, and the soldiers in this issue are too bad, which provokes the instructor to scold.

"you*, if you really can't***, don't***."

The invective upset the platoon commander, and the marksmanship in his hands was distorted, and the hit rate became 50, 48, 45...

"Fuck, shut up!" He subconsciously scolded back, and then, the shock rod smashed on his ass, which was originally equipped for the Nest Bailiff, that is, PDF.

The old gang members felt trembling all over their bodies, a familiar feeling...

"Ahhh The screams continued, but fortunately, the power was not large, and it was just for him to suffer a little, and the instructor scolded and walked to the shooting position below.

Then the instructor saw the shooting percentage of Alan Baier, and his mouth immediately closed.

He was engrossed, holding a firearm, whooshing, the beam of light grazed the space, melting the chest, head, thighs, and arms of the green-skinned target, and forcibly turning the enemy into a "stick".

The laser gun is ridiculously stable, and the gun gun hits the bull's-eye, and the hit rate is still 100.

The reason is also very simple, the shooting assist system of the Dark Ages is as simple as playing a game with the scope on.

The instructor froze, but soon he shouted. "Add another 100 meters!"

The target jerked back a lot unnormally, and theoretically the recruits were basically unable to hit accurately in this range.

In order not to be conspicuous, Alan Baier deliberately made a few skewed shots, but still maintained an 80 percent shooting accuracy.

Generally speaking, the training will not disclose individual results, but it will be passed on to the instructors in private, and soon many company commanders with the rank of sergeant will come to the side to observe the shooting training together.

The tall female officer next to her, like an Oglien, wearing a bulletproof helmet and vest, said bluntly. "I said, the second company, this guy will give it to me."

"Hey, boy, come to me, I'll show you what it's called at night, Jin!"

This person is the company commander of the third company, and the rank is theoretically similar to that of a staff officer, and the commander of the second company where Alan Baier belongs, a middle-aged man who looks like a standard officer, scolded.

"you." And raise the middle finger, a gesture that is still filthy from a hundred centuries to this day.

When the training was over, the soldiers all walked out of the training ground with bitter faces, especially the platoon commander, who was next to Alan Baier, and listened to the matter, although I don't know how many hits he had, but he could let the company commander grab people...

Worry hung down his cheeks. "Isn't it just a factory guy..."

He looked at the guys he usually cared for, because the next step was the shower after training time, and then made a decapitation gesture to them.

Alan Bair only spoke a few words to the staff officer, and then went into the bathroom without knowing it.

There have never been many incidents of bullying within the Astral Army, because they are all distributed according to the home world, and even if it is a "nezuman" who likes to steal, he will only beat him because of his comradeship.

But the nests are too big, the gap between people and people is huge, and the reserve force has not really left the influence of the planet's gravity, maybe the soul is still bound in orbit?

The gangsters have not yet come out of the days of the jungle, they just put the dagger and the finger tiger in their clothes, and then naturally go into the bathroom.

When Alan Baier came to bathe, they followed, without even taking off their clothes.

"What's the matter, are you getting dressed and taking a shower?" Alan Baier faded the last of his pants and unbridled to enjoy the washing of natural water, which is also something that only the upper class can enjoy in the nest.

The mist filled the bathroom, and the metallic glow flickered in the light, the gang members grinned.

"Isn't that going to show you our private collection?"

Just as they were getting closer, the arm raised the blade, and suddenly a loud voice rang out.

"Notice, notice, the senior officers' meeting decided to replace the platoon commanders of the 3rd Infantry Regiment, the 2nd Company, and the 4th Platoon of Skady with Corporal Alan Bairer, who had excellent grades, and a special promotion, is hereby announced."

It was the radio in the camp, and all the metal from the gang members' hands was back in their clothes.

The cold sweat that flowed from Elan Baier's forehead, who pretended to be calm, was washed away by the water flowing from his unkempt head, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Isn't the empire so slow ...

I knew I wouldn't take a shower!

And in the corner, the former platoon commander who was waiting for the news was also stunned for a long time, he felt impossible, and wanted to ask the staff officer and the company commander what the situation was, suddenly, he hit him head-on, it was a Taoist wall.

His abuse of power undoubtedly meant that the wall was falling down, and the original workers and residents of the nest were gathered and ready to fight.

"Captain Platoon, where are you going, it's not dinner time yet?"

"Yes, I heard that there is a new dish to be processed tonight, and you have to come by the platoon leader."

About 20 people, two teams, almost half of a platoon complained about him, the gang member said tremblingly.

"Of course, of course." But a moment later, one punch after another alternately hit him in the neck, head, and abdomen, shaking him dryly and shrinking to the ground.

When the others were about to break his arm and send him back to the nest to fend for himself, John Denn suddenly stood up and shouted to them.

"Enough, aren't we the Emperor's soldiers now? Or did you forget about the mines under the ice? ”

Others answered. "He tore up a picture of your fiancée! You're still talking to him? "The barracks are not big, and everyone in the fourth row knows about this.

"Ice Mine?" Then they wondered why John said this suddenly, and then they looked at John's face.

"Scattered, scattered, go back to the dormitory!"

For some reason, John's words also made the deflated soldiers lose interest and turn away, but they did not forget to curse.

When the crowd dispersed, the front row leader trembled and crawled up to John, full of guilt. "Thank you, thank you for forgiving me... You really are..."

John just looked at him, condescendingly adding. "No, I don't forgive you, I need you to live with such a sense of guilt, if you still have a conscience."

"Remember, you didn't become a waste and returned to the nest because of me, and you ruined the photo my lover left me!"

He pointed his finger to the front row leader's cheek. "Now, you owe me forever, friend."

When the Nest Gangster saw this, the appearance of the person who had dominated them flashed in his mind.

"You are... That one..."

John put away that attitude. "That's enough, it's good that I didn't turn my face that day..."

The leader of the front row only listened, and felt that his body was like falling into an ice cave.