Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

"Observe, observe Team A's movements, sir."

"Did you observe that?"

"I've observed it."

"Then?"

Kirk fell silent.

Wilson finished for him: "Then you stayed on the high ground for forty-seven seconds without moving your positions. When Cheng Hongtu and Nancy circled around from the southeast, your view was blocked by the pile of dead trees, and you didn't adjust your defensive line in time, right?"

"I...I thought they would launch a feint attack from the front..."

"Think."

Wilson repeated the word, then gave a cold laugh.

"What do you think? You think your wife is buried under your feet?"

"On the battlefield, there is no such thing as a rightful life, only your worthless existence."

After mocking Kirk, Wilson turned to Peter.

"Peter, during the first round of firefight, you were providing cover behind Kirk. If I remember correctly, Kirk accidentally tripped and fell. Where were you pointing your gun?"

Perhaps intimidated by Wilson's stern appearance, Peter stammered as he spoke.

"F-front..."

"Where is ahead?"

Peter didn't say anything.

"At that moment, your gun barrel moved away from the intended threat sector and turned towards the direction Kirk fell."

As he spoke, Wilson poked Peter's face with his middle finger in a mocking manner.

"I don't know how a black-skinned pig like you survived. Did you grow up eating pig feed? It took six seconds from when you moved your gun away to when Kirk was back in position. In those six seconds, Cheng Hongtu had already advanced twelve meters from the flank."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Don't apologize to me. Tell Ke Ke when he dies. If that's not enough, remember to kneel down and wail a couple of times, but don't ask me for money."

After saying that, Wilson ignored the two men whose faces had turned red and turned to look at Cheng Hongtu and Nancy.

A smile appeared on his face, then quickly disappeared.

"Team A, you did well. Your tactics have improved, and your choice of flanking routes was reasonable, but..."

Wilson didn't pause. "Cheng Hongtu, during your last assault, Nancy was clearing out Team B's pre-set feint positions. At that time, your right flank had no cover. If this were a real battlefield, and Team B had a sniper on standby, you would be cut in two by now."

Cheng Hongtu opened his mouth, trying to explain, but was interrupted by Wilson.

"A month ago, when the four of you were transferred from the security team, you all passed the physical fitness test. In the live-fire shooting assessment, Cheng Hongtu came in first, Nancy second, and Kirk and Peter tied for fourth."

"In today's 2v2 match, you finished the engagement in seventeen minutes. There were four engagements, with each player consuming 62% of the simulated base ammo and achieving a 31% hit rate."

"This score, in a regular military tactical assessment, would be just barely passing, but not good enough."

"What you're dealing with isn't the regular army, it's those thugs, those rebels. They have no rules, no discipline, no logistics, only hunger, madness, and old-fashioned automatic rifles they've bought from the black market."

"They won't give you seventeen minutes to complete your tactical maneuver, they won't give you 62 percent of the ammo capacity per person, and they won't wait for you to adjust before firing when you expose your right flank."

"So, starting tomorrow, the training volume will be doubled. If you can't do it, you can ask Mr. Murphy to let you go. I believe that with Mr. Murphy's kindness, he will agree. Then you can be a stupid dog in peace."

Wilson's words were not only hurtful, but also deeply hurtful.

They were willing to accept double the training, and they were willing to accept Wilson's random insults and abuse without any reason or fixed time.

But quitting is absolutely not allowed.

Because Murphy was watching them.

They could feel Murphy's kindness towards them; during this time, Murphy would visit their training sessions almost whenever he had free time.

He always treated them with the care and consideration of a father.

They weren't afraid of death or exhaustion, but they were afraid of disappointing Murphy.

The thought of being kicked out by Wilson made the four of them feel as if they were being stabbed in the heart.

Just as they were about to speak, the door to the command room was pushed open.

"Sir."

"teacher!"

Upon seeing the person who had arrived, Wilson tapped his heels together and gave a standard military salute.

Cheng Hongtu and the others immediately stood up straight and saluted.

Murphy didn't speak immediately, but casually put down his umbrella, his gaze sweeping over the five people in front of him before he said, "Wilson, how's training?"

"Sir, the team has completed introductory training in four modules: basic tactical maneuvers, squad coordination, close-quarters shooting, and camouflage infiltration. The CQB procedures are working smoothly, the communication codes are memorized, and the nighttime target identification hit rate has increased from the initial 11% to 67%."

Murphy nodded. "That's enough. Can we proceed with actual bloodshed training?"

There was a moment of silence in the command room.

Wilson didn't answer immediately, but remained silent for three seconds before speaking.

"Sir, in the past month, we have only completed basic maneuvers and combat coordination. The four-man team has not yet conducted live-fire stress tests or carried out mission procedures under real risk of casualties. If we take them out to see blood now, something bad might happen."

Murphy didn't reply, but turned around and looked at Cheng Hongtu and the other three.

"I heard you."

"Yes, sir."

"Captain Wilson said you weren't qualified, and that if you were taken out and blood was drawn now, something bad would happen."

The four men's faces alternated between pale and flushed.

Murphy took half a step forward.

"But I don't think so."

Murphy raised his hand and wiped away the sweat and tears from Cheng Hongtu's face one by one.

"You've all experienced the feeling of being so hungry that your stomach cramps, you've all huddled under leaky bridges, and you all know that in this damned world, no one will give you a hot meal or a place where you can lie down and sleep without the rain leaking out for no reason."

"Except for here."

"So now I ask you, as the company's defensive line, are you confident you can defeat all enemies? Whether those enemies are thugs, rebels, or any jackals who covet our meager livelihood and want to rush in and steal everything?"

Cheng Hongtu was the first to speak, his voice almost a roar.

"Yes, sir!"

"I'm confident! I will definitely eliminate all enemies for the company!"

Kirk, Peter, and Nancy's voices erupted almost simultaneously.

"I heard that," Murphy said, turning to Wilson. "They said they can do it."

Wilson was silent for two seconds.

"Yes, sir."

"It's good to have confidence. Come with me." Murphy nodded and then tilted his head towards the door.

The group walked through the woods and returned to a room inside the factory that no one had ever been before.

Garcia is already there.

"gentlemen."

Murphy nodded to him, and Garcia pushed open the iron door to the room.

In the previously empty room, there was a pile of rectangular objects covered with green waterproof cloth.

As Garcia lifted the canvas, Wilson gasped sharply; he knew all too well what was inside.