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Wood: "..."

Gion: "(Д)"

Wood, who looked completely indifferent and was waiting to deliberately lose to his opponent later, and Gion, who was full of fighting spirit and ready to avenge their previous defeat, and had even chosen their guns, were both dumbfounded when they heard what the colonel said!

"The others have already started preparing, what are you two still standing there for?"

Seeing that the others had already started moving the shells, but Gion and Wood, who were assigned to a group, were still standing still, the instructor immediately reprimanded them.

"Instructor, I would like to be in a group with other people. You mentioned before that this test requires teamwork, right?"

I feel that I have absolutely no chemistry with this person!

Gion is fine with teaming up with anyone, but she has some reservations about Wood. She even believes that she can load the cannon and adjust the firing angle by herself, so she can easily work alone in a team.

"Shut up! I am the instructor now. Before you become excellent naval officers, what you should learn is to obey orders!"

Do you intend to disobey your superiors' orders in battle when you become official naval personnel in the future?

If there's no chemistry yet, we can work it out gradually. If you don't want to attend class, you can choose to leave now, but I'll give you a zero on the test.

The colonel looked at Gion with a serious expression. Lieutenant General Tsuru had come to see him after learning that Gion had talked back to him during the test.

Furthermore, it was stated that the naval academy does not practice any special privileges. Gion's current status is that of a new recruit, and if she violates the rules, then there is no need to give her any face.

The threat of scoring a zero on the test was utterly ineffective against Wood.

He originally just wanted to be an ordinary supporting character. As long as his grades weren't so bad that he was kicked out of the naval academy, he really didn't care whether he could make a name for himself after graduation.

Wood wasn't trying to cheat Gion, so when he was about to give up on the test results, someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

"Where do you want to go? Didn't you hear what the instructor said? If we don't cooperate with the training, we'll get the lowest grade on this test!"

Gion is not Wood; she still values ​​her grades. Her previous shooting test results were already quite average. If she were to get the worst score in the artillery test, she really wouldn't dare to stand in front of Tsuru.

"I heard that, but Gion-san probably hates me, right? Even if we cooperate reluctantly, we probably won't have the same chemistry as the others."

Wouldn't it be better to give up from the start than to put in a lot of effort only to be tortured?

Gion, whose tone had been somewhat awkward, suddenly became stern and serious after hearing Wood's twisted logic.

"What nonsense are you spouting! How can you become an excellent navy officer if you give up so easily!"

And how do you know we'll definitely get crushed if we don't even try? Good chemistry isn't determined by the relationship between the two people, but by their personalities.

Sometimes, the tacit understanding between rivals is stronger than that between best friends. Besides, it's not that I dislike you, it's just..."

"In short, you can't leave alone. If you cause me to get the worst score on this test, I won't let you off the hook!"

A few minutes later, Wood and Gion stood behind a cannon. Wood brought over boxes of cannonballs and stuffed the black spherical shells into the cannon barrel, waiting for Gion to adjust the firing angle.

That's right, Wood eventually compromised...

Gion, after all, is going to be the future "Momosasa," but he is determined to be an insignificant supporting character, a candidate for general, someone he simply cannot afford to offend.

Momousagi's favorability rating was already negative, so it can't stay negative forever.

If you can't win someone over, at least don't completely offend them.

Moreover, when Kake left the naval academy, he had instructed himself to take good care of Gion and had already paid him accordingly. It seemed a bit unreasonable for him to take the money but not do any work.

"boom------!"

A dazzling burst of light shot out from the cannon barrel, and the gunpowder generated powerful propulsion after burning, directly launching the black sphere-shaped projectile.

Following a perfect parabolic trajectory, the shell struck precisely tens of meters away from the marked point...

These medieval antique cannons have a kill radius of only a few meters at most. If they miss by this much, they are basically useless.

"It seems the barrel angle is still a bit too high. Let me adjust it again. Next time I'll definitely be able to hit the mark accurately."

Looking at the huge crater formed by the explosion in the distance, Gion looked confident. She believed that she had made great progress compared to the beginning, and if she practiced a little more, she would be able to pass the test with flying colors.

"Wood, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and continue loading the shells. At your loading speed, it's obvious that you can't keep up with my firing speed."

A minute had passed since she fired the cannon, yet Wood was still standing there, clearly quite dissatisfied with his obvious hindrance.

"It's not that I don't want to reload, but we've almost run out of shells. If we keep firing, we probably won't even have enough ammunition for the formal tests later."

The Navy Headquarters is also a big spender; ammunition costs money, and it's impossible for them to provide unlimited quantities for recruit training.

Previously, each of their groups was allocated two boxes of shells in addition to one cannon, with twenty shells in each box, which is about forty shells in total.

Aside from the three shots required for the test, they have a total of 37 practice opportunities.

Gion's previous barrage of attacks had already used up nearly two-thirds of its shells, yet the small flags marked on the mounds of earth were still bravely fluttering in the wind.

"I've made great progress compared to when I started, next time..."

"You'll definitely hit it next time, right?" But I've heard that sentence at least ten times since the beginning.

You have indeed been improving every time, from initially hitting shots 50 meters off target to now hitting shots around 40 meters off target.

If we calculate based on the 20 shells consumed, it means that for each shell consumed, you can barely get within 0.5 meters of the target.

Therefore, based on preliminary judgment, even if all the shells here are used up, your chances of successfully hitting the target are still very low.

Of course, it's possible you might suddenly get incredibly lucky and succeed, but I don't think such luck can last forever in tests.

The girl, who was initially excited and confident, couldn't help but look embarrassed after hearing Wood's expressionless data analysis.

However, when she realized that Wood's previous shooting scores were about as bad as hers, the girl said unwillingly, "You talk like your cannon is very accurate, why don't you fire a shot and let me see!"

Chapter 23 Wood: You actually doubt my artillery skills!

A tall, perfectly developed, beautiful girl is asking if you want to fire a cannon. If you were in her shoes, what would you do?

Wood silently inserted the dark shell into the cannon barrel and casually began adjusting the angle of the cannon.

I could let other aspects go, but now a young girl is questioning my firing technique, how can I tolerate that?

"I won't argue with you about other things, but you probably don't know that when it comes to sex, I'm a well-known sex king in our area!"

The shells I fired were not only powerful and long-range, but also precision-guided.

Watching Wood operate with such confidence, Gion looked surprised, wondering if Wood might actually be a professional.

"boom------!"

As the cannon barrel spewed out sparks again, the black shell followed a parabolic trajectory and finally crashed to the ground, leaving a small crater as it emitted light and heat.

"Pfft! Is this the King of Cannons' technique? I think his skill level is quite average."

The small flag on the mound was still stubbornly swaying in the wind, as if mocking the two of them. But when they saw the location of the shell explosion, Gion, who had been looking serious, burst out laughing without warning.

Wood had made such a convincing claim that she actually believed he was a true expert.

As a result, this shot landed far from the marked location, almost at her grandmother's house, and it wasn't much better than her previous results.

"What are you laughing at? Although I didn't hit the marker with this shot either, it was only about 30 meters away."

My first shot was better than yours after more than twenty practice sessions. Isn't that strong enough?

Wood's poor technique drew ridicule from the girls, and even with his thick skin, he was starting to lose face.

Without a word, Wood silently reloaded the cannonballs and prepared to fire a few more while they were still hot.

Regardless of the test scores, what mattered was his dignity as a man. Wood felt it necessary to prove that his prowess in bed was not just for show!

However, just as Wood was about to continue, he was stopped by Gion. It wasn't that Gion didn't want Wood to prove himself, but that they were indeed running out of ammunition.

The test results were indeed only three shots, but unlike rifle shooting tests, artillery tests involved "calibrated firing".

That is, before each shot, each group has two opportunities to fire for "calibration", and then the best of the three shots is taken as the score.

The test only yielded three valid scores, but the required shells would amount to nine.

Of course, if you are confident enough, you can fire three shots in a row without needing to calibrate the shelling, and that's also acceptable.

However, Gion believed that with her and Wood's skills, they would definitely be doomed if the shelling wasn't calibrated.

Each group of forty shells had been used up by Gion alone (thirty shells), and Wood had used one, so they now had exactly nine shells left, the minimum standard...

"I protest! This isn't fair! Why were you allowed to fire thirty shots before, but I'm only allowed to fire one now and I can't fire anymore!" Wood argued forcefully.

“So didn’t I say that the test requires at least nine shells? Your skill level is so bad, practicing more is just a waste of shells,” Gion retorted righteously.

"You have the nerve to say I'm bad at the game... You're the one who wasted most of the shells, aren't you?"

Look at this uneven, potholed ground. Are you planning to plant trees and create greenery here?

The instructor had been observing the pair of Wood and Gion from the very beginning.

At the beginning, the two loaded and fired the cannon in perfect harmony. Their speed and overall coordination were much better than other pairs. Even the instructor thought that the two might be a good combination.

However, when he saw what happened to the two men afterward, the colonel was speechless. Both Gion and Wood were terrible at artillery.

At a range of 200 meters, both of their shells managed to deviate by more than 20 meters. Keep in mind that other combinations, even for their very first shot, only achieved this level of accuracy.

Especially Gion, whose artillery skills were so bad it was outrageous. They calibrated the distance thirty times, and in the end, they still managed to hit targets more than thirty meters away.

She was actually quite pleased with herself, thinking she had a lot to offer. If they wanted to train her into a professional artilleryman, the entire Navy Headquarters' artillery shells probably wouldn't be enough for her to practice with!

After a period of practice, the test proceeded as scheduled.

In addition to accuracy, the speed of loading and the coordination between the crew members are also taken into account in the score of the artillery firing test.