If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

Kassel Academy, District 3 teaching building.

"Team C, how is the situation on the third floor?" Caesar's steady voice sounded on the radio channel.

"Third floor clear, over." The radio responded.

"Is there no sign of the blue team yet? Lin Nian. You guys are really good at hiding."

In the multimedia classroom on the fifth floor of the teaching building that was temporarily transformed into a combat conference room, Caesar smiled and released his fingers holding the headset. Under the podium, several soldiers wearing red combat uniforms and holding firearms watched without saying a word. Waiting for further instructions.

This is the scene of the 'practical exercise class' for the freshmen of Kassel College. The substitute teacher is the director of the school work department, that is, the captain of the group of Marines who can move horses on their arms and crush people with their large gluteal muscles. Nicknamed Little Schwarzenegger or Little Stallone, those arms as thick as thighs give people the feeling of 'maybe this guy can really charge with a single 12.7 heavy machine gun'.

The content of the actual combat training class is very simple, that is, real-person CS. Apart from the shooting class, this is the only class where students have the opportunity to shoot something unscrupulously. All the firearm magazines issued are filled with Frigga, which can't kill anyone. Compared with water bombs, Frigga bullets have a greater impact and are more effective, because the bullets have high-efficiency anesthetics built into them. This prevents any hero from continuing to charge shamelessly after being shot three or four times during real-life CS.

In the past, practical training classes were not limited to the environment and venue. I remember that the last training class was in the red pine forest two or three kilometers away from the school. It focused on restoring the most primitive field war. Each student had a pistol to survive. , the one who survives to the end is the winner.

The one who survived the actual combat class that time was Caesar. He relied on his superhuman hearing to navigate the terrain with obstructed vision. He could predict the enemy's opportunity every time. In CS terminology, this is called perspective. ! There are many freshmen who are masters of survival field battles. They can make a ghillie suit out of dead leaves and soil. But in front of Caesar, as long as you have a heartbeat and as long as you can breathe, no matter you are hiding in a tree or in the soil, you can always be the first to do so. Send a bullet to your head.

The terrain for today's actual combat exercise class was chosen in a more complex teaching building, simulating the environment of modern urban combat, and the conditions for victory have also changed from the strong man fighting alone to the red and blue teams as hedging, and the winning and losing conditions are The condition is not to destroy the opponent as a team, but a points system. Killing an enemy is counted as one point, and the first person to get five points wins.

There are thirty freshmen taking this class, and they are divided into two groups: red and blue. Caesar's side is the red team. The students spontaneously use Caesar as their leader, while the other side is unsurprisingly praised. With Lin Nian as the leader, this practical class has also become a strategic hedging between two people at the forefront.

Half an hour has passed since the actual combat class started. The red and blue groups each hid in the cleared teaching building and set up their own combat bases. They continuously sent out scouts to carefully explore the enemy's situation. No one dared to reveal their position. The points system is doomed to win as long as one's own team is reduced by five people from the opponent, and no one dares to engage in a head-on firefight without being sure.

But at this moment, a sudden news tipped the scales of victory toward Caesar.

"Boss, Group D seems to have discovered the 'flock'." A voice that couldn't suppress the joy sounded on the radio.

"Is the information true?" Caesar suddenly asked in a deep voice in the war conference room.

flock.

This is an extremely joking term, representing a group of people who are powerless and unable to resist. This type of group also exists in Kassel College. It does not mean that they are useless, but that people who intersect with fighting are more inclined to scientific research. , their strength is not fighting dangerous hybrids with guns and real knives. Alchemy, weapon manufacturing, bloodline theory and other tasks that tend to develop logistics are their fields. Even the speech spirits are mostly auxiliary. Yan Ling.

In order to balance the strength, there are five 'sheep' in both the red and blue groups. This is something that the commanders of both sides need to consider. As long as the other side's combatants touch the sheep, the sheep will be destroyed in a few seconds. They were all slaughtered, and five points were instantly captured and defeated immediately.

Caesar's decision was to disperse the sheep. Each team consisted of three people, two combatants and one sheep. They were divided into five ABCDE groups and were dispersed throughout the teaching building in the form of guerrilla warfare. At the same time, each other The distance between the teams does not exceed a certain range. Whenever one team encounters an enemy, the other teams can surround the enemy in a three-dimensional manner and quickly defeat it.

This tactic requires quick and powerful command from the leader. Caesar happens to be an extremely confident person. After his layout, almost half of the entire teaching building has fallen into his control. Lin Nian's blue team has been cowering and hiding and is now exposed. It is normal to fall into a trap.

"Don't be anxious, make sure the intelligence is true or false." Caesar said: "The blue team has never dared to fight with us, and now it is at the end of the road. It is normal for people to show their flaws, but we must also be careful that this is the bait they throw. "Gathering the sheep together is a very unwise decision, and I don't think the other party's commander would make such a mistake."

"They probably hid the sheep in the amphitheater in the corner of the first floor. That was the first place we searched. I think they wanted to get out of the darkness." The captain of Group D whispered.

"Lecture room?" Caesar was lost in thought. Indeed, if the captain of Team D had not mentioned this place, he would never have thought that Team Blue would use dangerous tactics to hide the sheep in that place. Without the sheep, Blue would have no worries. The team can indeed overwhelm them in frontal combat. For the mixed race, losing five burdens and losing the numerical advantage is actually beneficial to the battle situation.

"We also discovered it accidentally. Just now when a brother in our group went to the toilet, he happened to catch a glimpse of the curtains in the lecture theater being drawn. He said that he remembered clearly that the curtains were open when he first searched the lecture theater. !” The leader of Group D said: “The heartbeat detector shows that there are only five people inside. If my guess is correct, they simply hid all the sheep there without any defense!”

"Five people." Caesar was silent. To be honest, he was already a little moved. This was indeed like a bait, but at the same time, it also seemed that his guerrilla tactics forced the opponent to breathe, and the enemy commander took the risk. The secret is accidentally exposed at the moment.

"How about it, boss, do you want me to send someone to detect the situation?" asked the leader of Team D.

"Don't worry, even the Five Sheep Group D only has three people and two combat forces. The terrain of the lecture theater is easy to defend and difficult to attack. If you rush in rashly, you might end up being shot to death by the five non-combatants inside. What a joke." Caesar made an instant decision: "Wait where you are and investigate the surrounding situation. The other four groups will immediately support you."

Regardless of whether this was a bait or not, Caesar was ready to bite. He didn't care whether the five people in the lecture theater were sheep or combatants disguised as sheep. As long as this layout was exposed, it was stupid. He You only need to gather the forces of the five groups together, attack them head-on, and destroy the five people inside to get five points and win.

No one expressed any objection to Caesar's order. How could they still lose when fifteen people beat five people? As long as it is confirmed that there are no ambushes on the first and second floors, and there is no other interference within one minute of the raid on the lecture theater, then the red team will win this practical class.

Soon, all the fifteen people from the five groups of the red team gathered on the first floor. Sure enough, after investigation, there was no ambush on the first and second floors. This means that no matter whether the five people in the lecture theater are a pack of sheep or a pack of wolves, as long as they make a surprise attack If you go in and destroy them, the outcome will be decided.

Outside the lecture theater, a member of the red team holding a heartbeat monitor was attached to the wall. The device showed five steady heartbeats. After seeing this, Caesar raised his right hand and waved lightly with two fingers.

A member of Group B quickly reached the door of the amphitheater. After adjusting his breath for a few seconds, he kicked open the door of the amphitheater and threw a shock bomb inside.

Of course, the effect of the shock bomb used in the actual combat drill class is just to flash a white light and release some smoke. Students must feel that they must close their eyes for tens of seconds after seeing the flash, otherwise it will be a foul.

After the shock bomb was thrown, the men of the red team poured in. Caesar pulled the bolt of the gun outside the lecture hall but suddenly frowned because he did not hear any gunshots in the classroom.

"Boss, I think you need to come and take a look." The voice of the leader of Group D rang out in the lecture theater.

Caesar strode into the lecture theater and discovered a shocking scene.

There were five students wearing blue team combat uniforms sitting sparsely on the seats in the lecture hall. However, these students were all in a comatose state. Of course, they would not resist at all after the red team members attacked, because they had already all "Killed in action"!

"Frigga Bullet." The leader of Group D put his hand away from the head of a sleeping member. There was a clear red blood mist on the opponent's neck.

"Dead soldiers." Caesar instantly understood the identities of these five people.

In the army, dead soldiers are elite soldiers who fight bravely and are not afraid of death. They are willing to sacrifice everything for victory and even their own lives. There is no doubt that these five people are the dead soldiers of the blue team. The blue team has seized A loophole in the rules of this actual combat exercise class was discovered, that is, points can only be counted if one's own personnel are killed by the enemy. What about one's own personnel who shoot themselves?

The substitute teacher who observed everything through the camera outside the field did not stop the class. This means that what the blue team did was not a foul. If the actual combat exercise class is a simulation of the real battlefield, then it means that the substitute teacher approved the blue team’s command. The official's strategy of using five of his own lives in exchange for an opportunity for an ambush!

Yes, ambush! Since such bait has been laid, the opponent must have an ambush!

Caesar turned around and was about to shout to evacuate, but there were already artificial gunshots outside the lecture theater!

"It's the blue team! They pressed down from upstairs! The firepower is fierce!" The captains outside the classroom quickly reported on the radio.

"Return to the lecture theater. We are now in a disadvantageous position. We are targets outside. There is no heavy firepower in this actual combat exercise. They will have to pay the price if they want to attack. The outcome is not yet determined." Caesar made a decision immediately. This time The battlefield area of ​​the practical class was divided into the teaching building. The amphitheater at the end of the corridor on the first floor was equivalent to a 'dead spot'. There was indeed no ambush on the first and second floors. Unexpectedly, they were hiding in the higher classroom on the third floor, just waiting. The red team all went down to the first floor. The purpose of the blue team setting bait in the lecture theater was to force the red team into a blind corner and engage in an encirclement and suppression battle!

Fifteen members of the red team quickly returned to the classroom and sealed the door tightly. All the windows were blocked with tables, chairs and benches to prevent projectiles from being thrown in. The only entrance to the lecture theater was the main entrance. Caesar has not lost yet, as long as they guard the entrance. No matter how many people come from the blue team, they are all given away, not to mention that after sacrificing five people as dead soldiers, the blue team's firepower is inherently less than that of the red team!

You must know that the sheep who are not proficient in three-dimensional combat have also taken shooting classes, and they can still act as qualified combat forces in the case of guard battles!

It was nothing more than changing from active to passive. Caesar calmly loaded his submachine gun. Seeing the commander so calm, his team members also changed from the panic at the beginning to calm down. As long as Caesar was still there, they would With absolute self-confidence, this man was like a centering pin that firmly locked in their morale. As long as they defended the lecture theater, they would not lose.

"How cunning, that 'S' class, they know that in such complex terrain, every team is equipped with heartbeat detectors, but people who are hit by Frigga bullets will only fall into a deep sleep, but their heartbeats will not Stop, so we only know that there are five people in the classroom, but we don't know whether they are 'living' or 'dead'. If we lose this time, it will be all my fault." The captain of Group D hammered the table in frustration and swept the A glance at the few 'dead people' sitting sparsely in the lecture theater.

"Don't blame yourself. I made the decision about the raid, and I also have a large share of the responsibility. The misjudgment caused by the heartbeat monitor is indeed very deceptive. I have to admit that it is indeed a perfect bait. Seize the rules. At the same time, he also caught the loophole of the instrument..." Caesar suddenly stopped mid-sentence because a strange idea suddenly came to his mind.

Since the heartbeat monitor cannot determine whether a 'dead person' or a 'living person' is present, then how can they be sure that all the people in this classroom are 'dead people'?

Before Caesar could think about it carefully, a deafening gunshot suddenly rang out in the lecture theater.

When everyone's attention was locked on the door, a 'dead man' who was lying unconscious on the table at the end of the lecture hall suddenly jumped up from the table for no reason, holding two guns and shooting at the red team members in the classroom!

Two members of the red team were directly hit in the back of the neck. The bright red mist exploded and anesthetic poured into it. The two fell to the ground like dead men. However, the 'dead man''s shooting had not stopped yet. The pistol magazine he was holding The ammunition capacity is twelve rounds, and the two guns have a total of twenty-four rounds. As long as the magazine is empty, he will definitely be able to hit five or more people and win!

But Caesar's reaction was not slow. The moment he heard the gunshot, he turned around and swept out a bunch of bullets. The 'dead man' who was sneaking around swooped down and hid on the ground. The bullets hit the wall in a line. Dispel the red mist.

It was at this moment that Caesar saw clearly the face of the blue team member who was pretending to be dead.

Lin Nian.

"It's almost, Caesar, just that close." Lin Nian, who was in the last row of the lecture theater, touched his hair. He had to admit that Caesar's quick thinking and reaction were also extremely fast. At the moment when he fired, The shuttle bullet had already hit the wall close to his scalp, otherwise he would have fired a few more shots at the red team crowd in the lecture theater, and the class would have been over.

"Is this a plan you came up with? Lin Nian." Caesar squatted behind the desk and spoke loudly to Lin Nian at the end of the classroom. At the same time, he made gestures to let the surrounding Groups A and B from both sides. Outflank the past.

"It's not all my fault, it's just the result of brainstorming." Lin Nian said loudly as he changed the magazine of the pistol.

At the same time, four more gunshots were heard in the classroom. It seemed that Caesar was not sure whether the other students were also pretending to be dead, so he shot each one.

"Don't worry, I'm the only one alive." Lin Nian said: "Actually, when I first asked to be used as a bait to stay in the lecture theater, my team members disagreed."

"But you are still here." Caesar smiled for some reason. He put down his submachine gun and took out two silver Desert Eagles from his waist.

"Yes, that's because I think it's easier to break through from the inside than a frontal attack." Lin Nian suddenly fired four shots at the ceiling in a rhythmic manner. Every window in the lecture theater suddenly darkened, and Caesar turned to look. I found pieces of black cloth firmly covering every window.

"Turn on the light!" cried Caesar.

"The power has been cut off!" the person next to the switch yelled.

"It's too late." When the classroom turned into darkness with only a glimmer of light exposed through the crack of the door, a black shadow flew out from the back row of the classroom, and Group A and Group B, which had almost surrounded them from the left and right, opened fire at the same time. , but what they hit was just a ball of clothes. The next moment, Lin Nian jumped out from the left corridor with a submachine gun in his hand!

At the same time, Caesar decisively stood up from behind the desk and chair, dual-wielding the Desert Eagle and fired repeatedly. Countless blood flowers exploded in the darkness, and the gunfire illuminated the chaotic lecture hall and everyone's anxious and helpless faces.

When the gunfire stopped, the lights in the lecture theater suddenly turned on, illuminating the 'cadavers' lying on the ground. At the top of the corpse, Lin Nian's forehead and chest were stained with red mist, lying quietly with his eyes closed. It could be seen that He walked peacefully.

"The battle is over, the blue team wins." The substitute teacher's voice sounded from the speakers in the lecture theater.

Caesar breathed out, lowered the Desert Eagle with smoke from the muzzle in his hand, and glanced at Lin Nian on the pile of corpses. In just a few seconds, a round of submachine gun fire successfully took away all the members of Team A. The blue team His points jumped to five points and he won this practical class.

The cheers of the blue team rang out outside the lecture theater. The surviving members of the red team in the classroom looked at the scene of corpses everywhere in silence. Caesar in the middle shook his head expressionlessly: "It's really a tricky one. Enemy."

Ten minutes later, the door of the lecture theater was opened. The big men from the school administration department who were holding injections carried the "killed" students on their desks, chairs and benches and injected them one by one to relieve the anesthesia effect. The blue team After the four 'dead soldiers' woke up, they were instantly treated like 'heroes' by the blue team, and they were almost lifted up and thrown around for fun.

The red team also applauded the blue team in a gentlemanly manner. The commanders of the two teams shook hands in front of the podium, which meant that this was just a practical exercise and did not affect the friendship between them.

"Beautiful decision, perfect ambush." ​​Caesar praised: "This is the first time I have lost in this class, but I am looking forward to the fact that we can continue to be opponents next time."

"It's not worth mentioning that you took advantage of the loopholes in the rules, and the victory in the end was very thrilling. Your two bullets were so accurate that I could have been shot in the head by you in that dark environment, and it was only a little bit missed. I couldn't kill five people." Lin Nian smiled and shook his head.

"No, actually you were able to end this battle at the beginning. You hid two pistols and a submachine gun in the desk, but you used a pistol when you fired the first shot." Caesar pointed out this problem.

"After all, it would be too boring to end it all at once." Lin Nian said, "It's just an exercise anyway, it's better to have more dramatic effects."

"Do you enjoy this kind of fighting?" Caesar noticed the corners of Lin Nian's lips raised unconsciously.

"Well, what should I say?" Lin Nian scratched his cheek and forced himself to control his expression: "You know my motherland bans guns. I didn't have the chance to touch a gun when I was in China. The only way was to play real-person CS." Or go to the shooting range, but both are prohibitively expensive.”

"Then do you want to have a school-wide gun battle?" Caesar's expression changed.

"You'll be fired then." Lin Nian was stunned for a moment.

"Every time the school starts, there is a day called 'Freedom Day'. On that day, no matter what the students do, they are allowed to do it, as long as it does not violate school rules. I want to plan a school-wide event on that day. In the shootout, the theme of the camp was the student union versus the Lion Heart Club!" Caesar extended his hand to Lin Nian: "I want you to join us. The Lion Heart Club has been the leader of this school for too long and is lifeless. The place needs some fresh air.”

"It's quite interesting, count me in. But you know this doesn't mean I want to join the student union, right?" Lin Nian held Caesar's hand. It seemed that he was also a guy who was worried about the world being in chaos.

"Isshin Miyamoto withdrew from the competition for student union president." Caesar suddenly said.

"What?" Lin Nian looked up subconsciously and immediately realized the meaning of this sentence: "You mean you are the president of the student union?"

"Not yet. The succession of the student union president requires a succession ceremony. The current student union president is still intern. He will probably have time to come back for the succession ceremony at the end of the semester." Caesar said.

"But basically you are already confirmed to be the president of the student union, right?" Lin Nian shook Caesar's hand again: "Congratulations."

"If I become the president of the student union, I hope you join the student union, because then I can have a closer friend." Caesar looked at Lin Nian's face and smiled: "But I don't mind if you join the Lionheart Club, because that way I can have one more strong opponent to challenge.”

Lin Nian was stunned by Caesar's domineering speech. Before he could think of anything cool to say to calm the situation, flash lights and clicking sounds rang out. He turned his head warily, but he was still a step too slow to find it. That damn news department paparazzi who infiltrated the freshman class, I think I read some of the headlines on the Night Watch forum tonight.

"What's the next class?" Lin Nian decided to strategically change the topic.

"Speech Spiritology." Caesar replied, and he was successfully diverted by Lin Nian: "As an 'S' class, can your speech spirit be revealed easily?"

"No, I don't know what my speech spirit is yet." Lin Nian shook his head.

"I can tell you that my word spirit is 'Kamaitachi'. I am very curious as to what your word spirit will be as an 'S' class. I hope you can tell me one day." Caesar said.

"The Night Watch Forum says that a high-pressure environment is needed to awaken the spirit. The 3E exam can be considered high-pressure, but I still haven't awakened. Maybe I can take the 3E exam with the freshmen next semester?" Lin Nian I am also a little envious of the legendary superpowers of hybrids. The ghost spirits I learned in the linguistics school are very cool. They can breathe fire, blow wind, and some can even open doors. Wouldn't it be possible to use such ghosts to rob Swiss banks? Holy crap?

"Maybe we don't have to wait for the next 3E exam." At this time, someone suddenly said outside the door of the lecture theater.

Lin Nian and Caesar turned around and saw a shiny bald Professor Manstein.

"Teacher, why are you here? Is there something wrong?" Lin Nian was stunned for a moment.

"I'm not here to see you specifically, it's business." Manstein took a stack of documents and glanced at Lin Nian with a somewhat complicated look on his face. He then looked away and knocked on the door of the lecture theater expressionlessly. The door attracted the attention of all the students in the teacher.

"Freshmen, do you still remember the war practice class that the school mentioned to you in the first half of your freshman year?" Manstein raised the document in his hand and said calmly: "The bad news may be bad news for some people. Good news, the class has been advanced. All students will report at the school gate tomorrow morning and start preparing for the freshman war practice class!"

There was an uproar in the classroom.