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They were tortured in the middle of the night. When they gathered the next day, many students had black eyes and were in low spirits.
However, when the instructor announced that he would take them to visit the military academy weapons exhibition hall today, everyone became excited.
Although the empire has not issued a ban and people can purchase weapons through official registration, the weapons that ordinary people have access to are obviously not on the same level as those displayed in military schools. Moreover, the students are still young. Except for a few with special family backgrounds, most of them have never really been exposed to weapons before.
The exhibition hall looks like an ordinary building from the outside, but inside it contains all types of individual weapons, from ancient cold weapons to current popular mechas, from small daggers to large particle cannons, it is like a history of the evolution of human weapons.
Song Chunshi looked over and asked the robot next to him to explain something he didn't understand.
Although she has always used daggers and bows, she probably won't use these high-tech weapons in the future, but there is no guarantee that her opponent will use them. It is always right to know yourself and your enemy.
Arriving at the mecha display booth, the largest number of students gathered here, and everyone's eyes were bright.
Song Chunshi raised his head and observed for a long time, then said to the system: [Is it because it has not started? I always feel that this mecha is not as powerful as Carroll's. 】
[The host feels right. Compared to that big guy, the strength of the one in front of him is about two levels lower. 】
【What is the reason? 】There were too many people around in front, and there was no way for machine intelligence to solve the problem. Song Chunshi was about to ask Allen if he knew, but suddenly realized that he hadn't seen him for a while.
System reminder: [That little fat guy just said he was going to the bathroom. 】
[That was twenty minutes ago. 】As long as there is no problem with his intestines, this time is enough for him to run to the toilet twice.
Song Chunshi squeezed out of the crowd, looked around, and walked towards the direction marked the restroom.
When he came to the door, before knocking, he heard Alan's voice with keen ears.
"...I don't recommend you do this, because I know each of you, the second son of the Coram family, the youngest daughter of the Boli family, and the cousins of the Zhou family. If you target me now, your family will be counterattacked afterwards. "
[Oh ho, the little fat guy was bullied. 】The system is not too big a problem.
Someone in the bathroom said contemptuously: "It's a joke, your tone is so loud, who do you think you are? Hit me if you want!"
Allen seemed to sigh, and the next words were as smooth as if he had said it ten thousand times, "My sister is Alexandra Lane Garcia, the powerful person of this generation of the Garcia family, and I am her only one with the same father and mother." My mother’s biological brother, she once said that all the oppression on me will be repaid tenfold or a hundredfold, and she has done it every time in the past.”
The bathroom was quiet for a few seconds, and then a stern voice sounded: "...I'll let you go this time. I advise you to stay away from that barbarian from the Desolate Star. Let's go!"
Song Chunshi pushed the door open at this moment, rolled up his non-existent sleeves in front of everyone's surprised eyes, and then punched them all down one by one.
"You, you dare to hit us!" The three of them lay on the ground in the same posture, covering their faces, shouting in disbelief.
Song Chunshi smiled and asked: "Who do you think you are? If you want to fight, fight. I advise you to stay away from the people around me, a barbarian, otherwise I will beat you every time. Allen, let's go."
She turned around and left. It took less than thirty seconds in total from entering the door to beating the person to warning and leaving.
When she was almost gone, Allen realized what he was doing and trotted to catch up with her, his eyes shining, "Spring Shichunshi, you were so cool just now!"
"You're not bad either." Song Chunshi glanced at him, and the other party warned him in a serious manner, quite capable of fooling people, but, "Do you know them?"
After being complimented by her, Allen's eyes turned into slits with a smile on his chubby face. After laughing, he shook his head and said, "We don't know each other, but I remember their basic information."
Song Chunshi opened his eyes slightly, reached out and casually swiped at the freshmen in front of him, "Everyone's information?"
"Everyone." Allen nodded and confirmed.
There were more than 500 new students this year, and Song Chunshi was speechless.
After hearing this, the system couldn't help but sigh: [He is really a talent. 】
Allen scratched his head and added a little embarrassedly: "My sister asked me. She said I was weak and stupid. I can only remember all the people I may encounter in advance to avoid offending people who shouldn't be offended. If Someone bullied me and she wrote it down, and she helped me get revenge afterward."
The system immediately changed its tune: [His sister is really a talent. 】
The mecha booth was still crowded, and two people stood outside. Song Chunshi asked: "Are mechas also divided into levels?"
Allen nodded, "This is the eighth generation standard mecha. Most of the ones currently in service in the military are ninth generation. It is said that the tenth generation will be released soon."
"Do you know about Carol's mecha?" she asked again.
Allen hesitated for a moment before reacting, "Are you talking about Instructor Carol Nolfi?"
What's Carroll's last name? Song Chunshi tilted his head and thought about it, thinking it was Nuofi, "That's right."
"His mecha is named Baal, which is the name of the legendary demon king. It is the work of the famous mechanical master Li Keji. It is a customized mecha. Generally speaking, customized mechas are stronger than standard mechas."
Song Chunshi didn't expect that Carol's mecha looked so cool but had such a middle-of-the-road name. It wouldn't have a companion named Satan, right?
After listening to Allen's explanation, she could almost understand that even in the interstellar era, mechas were cutting-edge weapons that were beyond the reach of ordinary people. If we want to make an analogy, standard mechas can be regarded as finished clothing of top luxury goods, while customized mechas are luxury high-end series, which you have to queue up if you want to buy them.
"I don't see that Carol is quite rich," she said to herself.
Encyclopedia Allen is online again, "The Nofi family is famous for its weapons manufacturing. Although the Nofi instructor is ranked lower and cannot inherit the family business, he can enjoy dividends."
Song Chunshi immediately felt sore. He could get money while lying down. Carol was the winner in life!
She looked at the mecha in front of her again, with a light of class struggle in her eyes, [System, it should be easier to defeat this kind of mecha, right? 】
The system had said before that in order to defeat Carol's mecha, she needed to reach a great level of internal strength and a sword worth 9999 energy points.
This goal sounds a bit far away, so she wants to set a shorter goal for herself.
The system quickly responded: [Yes, as long as the host cultivates his internal strength to a small level and buys a weapon that can withstand the infusion of internal strength, it is possible to defeat the mecha in front of him. 】
It also listed the price of the corresponding weapon. This time it was much cheaper than 9999, but looking at the number that at least started at 999, Song Chunshi hissed and felt a bit toothache.
After the training camp was over, she would quickly go to the Star Network to find out if there was any way to make money, or if there were any unowned energy mines that she could mine. If that didn't work, she would hunt for Star Beasts and sell them for money.
After a half-day free visit, the instructor signaled all the students to assemble and took them to the shooting gallery.
Another instructor was already waiting at the shooting gallery. He held a particle gun in his hand and explained to the students how to use it and how to use it. He did not aim specifically after that, as if he was just shooting casually. Several gunshots were fired in succession, and the intelligent voice announced his gun. score.
"9.99, 9.97, 10.00, 9.99, 9.98"
"Wow, the instructor is so skillful!" the students cheered.
The instructor smiled and waved his hand, and said falsely: "I am old and my eyesight is not good. Does anyone want to try it? Although I will let you practice later, except for the particle gun in my hand, which is real, everything else is It has no real lethality."
There was no way. In the past, students always shot themselves or their classmates. For the sake of the lives of the freshmen, they could only be allowed to use the simulated shooting room.
When the students heard this, they quickly raised their hands: "Me, me, me! The instructor chooses me!"
The instructor named a student in the front row. The boy probably didn't have much contact with him. He shot a few targets, and his best score was only about five points. He didn't feel embarrassed and returned to the team with a smile amidst the laughter of others.
"Who else is next?" The instructor glanced at everyone, "Wu Lanshuang? Come and demonstrate for everyone."
Song Chunshi saw a tall girl coming out of the queue. She had long black hair tied into a high ponytail. Her eyes were beautiful green, like new buds in the forest, which was very eye-catching.
She remembered Allen saying that Wu Lanshuang's grandfather was the commander of the regiment, and she should be more familiar with weapons than ordinary people.
Sure enough, Wu Lan's posture when holding the particle gun with both hands was more standardized than that of the sloppy instructor. After five consecutive shots, the machine reported the results.
"9.96, 9.95, 9.95, 9.97, 9.96"
Although not as good as the instructor, but considering her age, this result is enough to amaze everyone.
The students applauded in unison: "That's awesome!"
"As expected of someone from a military family, he never missed a beat!"
With this pearl in front, the instructor then selected several students, but none of them were as good as her, until——
"Song Chunshi, come and try."
The shooting gallery seemed to be quiet for a moment.
After yesterday, everyone already knew that the girl named Song Chunshi came from Huangxing and was good at physical skills and cold weapons. Although her skills are indeed great, given her previous living conditions, she might have never even touched a particle gun, so it would only make a joke, right?
Song Chunshi couldn't see any change on his face. He walked to the front and took the firearm from the instructor.
This was indeed the first time she touched this weapon, and it felt very different. She turned her wrist to feel it for a few seconds, then raised her hand to shoot.
"4.45"
As soon as the results were reported, some students jeered harshly, while others also whispered.
"really……"
"...Desolate Star Barbarians..."
Song Chunshi turned a deaf ear. She silently felt the direction and speed of the first shot, adjusted her posture slightly, and fired the second shot leisurely.
"8.80"
The discussion suddenly dropped. This number was better than most of the students just now.
Then a third shot rang out.
"9.55"
Someone exclaimed: "She is progressing so fast, how is this possible?!"
Before everyone could be shocked, the gunfire became intensive, and soon came the fourth shot.
"10.00"
The fifth shot.
"10.00"
The sixth shot.
"10.00"
…
There was silence in the shooting gallery.
