Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

“You,” Schneider finally spoke, his voice hoarse, like a dull saw pulling at wood.

"You guys seem to think you're really that great, that you've gotten stronger after a month of training?"

Schneider let out a mocking laugh, his scarred face twisting into an unsightly expression:

"I have come here to show you the difference between you and true warriors."

"Now, line up and follow me."

Schneider led the freshmen across the campus to a dilapidated-looking building. It had five floors, no windows, and its white walls were mottled and riddled with bullet holes.

"The last part of the military training is a comprehensive exercise." Schneider turned around. "This is the exercise location."

A burly man from the logistics department came out carrying a box of bullets and placed it on the ground next to Schneider.

"Each person gets a magazine of Frigg ammunition. Load them and then enter the building." Schneider gestured with his chin to the ammunition box on the ground, pulling the hose along his clothes with an unsettling rustling sound.

"The exercise will last for two hours, and you will need to survive attacks from two high-risk hybrid races."

Schneider had his hands behind his back and his eyes swept over the group of rookies.

"Of course, we won't let you directly face the high-risk hybrids. Those two hybrids will be played by your senior classmates."

As soon as Schneider finished speaking, a man and a woman walked out of the building. Lu Mingfei looked at the girl's red hair and the automatic rifle in her hand, and secretly swallowed.

Caesar and Chen Motong stood fully armed at the gate, their automatic rifles making the small pistols in the freshmen's hands look utterly useless.

“Reporting, Instructor,” said the troublesome Sam Brown. “This isn’t fair.”

"The Executive Department's missions have never been fair." Schneider's hoarse voice was like a knife, severing the last hope of these new students.

"Now, shut up and carry out the order."

A month of military training instilled good obedience in these young mixed-race individuals. They lined up to receive their ammunition and entered the building one by one.

As Schneider's hoarse voice announced over the building's loudspeaker, "The exercise has begun," Chen Motong and Caesar entered the building together.

The hunt has begun.

The freshmen spontaneously formed a group. Lu Mingfei was surrounded by about ten people. Looking at the diverse faces around him, he asked:

What should we do?

Chilan, who had an Indian appearance, shook his head and muttered incoherently, "I have received a revelation and should follow your path."

Lu Mingfei asked, somewhat speechless, "You can use incantations here too?"

“It won’t work.” Qi Lan shook her neck. “But I used it once on the playground yesterday…”

"And then what happened?" the people around asked in unison.

"Nowadays……"

"Stop keeping me in suspense, just tell me already," a Chinese student urged.

"It's sunny today, no rain." A hint of guilt appeared on Qi Lan's dark face, while the people around him showed expressions of disappointment.

"Sorry, I'm used to doing weather forecasts." Qi Lan scratched his head and pointed at Lu Mingfei, saying, "But following the road is definitely the right thing to do."

The path Qi Lan was referring to was Lu Mingfei, who, as an S-rank, had unknowingly become the backbone of many new students.

"Everyone, come and see this." A man with a Chinese appearance walked over, holding a box in his hand.

"Old Liu, you're awesome! Where did you find these?" Lu Mingfei was overjoyed as he looked at the bullets in Old Liu's hand. With supplies, what was there to fear about high-risk hybrids?

"It's in the room across the street, hidden in the corner. I guess it's a supply depot designed by the school," Lao Liu replied.

The man Lu Mingfei called Lao Liu was an international student from China named Liu Cheng. He came from Shaanxi Province and had a face that resembled a terracotta warrior.

Lu Mingfei and Lao Liu became friends after a fight. According to Lao Liu, Lu Mingfei was admitted to Kassel College without taking the college entrance examination, which made many Chinese freshmen jealous, and Lao Liu was one of them.

So during the combat training, Lao Liu disregarded kinship and pinned Lu Mingfei to the ground, only to be pinned to the ground by Lu Mingfei in return.

Men's friendships often grow stronger through wrestling. As Lu Mingfei slammed his fellow Chinese to the ground one by one, he gained the friendship of these mixed-race Chinese and Chinese people, even with his face bruised and swollen.

According to Lao Liu, "Although Lu Mingfei is not strong, he has a fierce spirit and dares to fight."

After Lao Liu discovered the hidden bullets, Lu Mingfei also found bullets in the room.

"I suggest we stick together now," Old Liu said. "There are only two of them, and even if they are fully armed, they can't withstand a barrage of bullets from Friga."

The boys in the room nodded. The mixed-race people from China had high military skills, and their opinions were very helpful in this matter.

"As long as we use the facilities in the room to create cover, the dozen or so of us can easily hold out for two hours." Old Liu looked around the room.

Although there are no doors or windows, the room is furnished with furniture that is useful for making roadblocks or bunkers.

“No,” Lu Mingfei said. “We need to spread out. Staying in the room is just waiting to die.”

"Why?" Old Liu asked, puzzled. "The enemy only has rifles and Friga bullets, which can easily stop them."

“Not anymore. I just found this in the drawer.” Lu Mingfei opened his palm, revealing a cylindrical object lying quietly inside.

Everyone who has received military training has seen this; it's a hand grenade, very effective against enemies crammed into a room.

At that moment, a crisp collision sound rang out, and the inexperienced freshmen watched in disbelief as a grenade identical to the one in Lu Mingfei's hand flew in, emitting red smoke.

"Got you!" Nono's voice came from the doorway, like a devil's whisper.

Chapter 160 Sacrifice

At this moment, the freshmen who were still trying to survive in the building were unaware that their every move was being filmed by hidden cameras.

Inside the executive building, several teachers and instructors from Kassel College sat together, assessing the students' performance.

“Idiots,” Schneider said in a muffled voice, “if that were true, they would be dead by now.”

“They still think they’re fighting against people,” Manstein said, sitting next to his friend Schneider, analyzing the situation carefully.

"But in reality, the reason for having Chen Motong participate in the exercise was to simulate the keen senses of high-risk hybrids. Those guys have a nose that's sharper than a dog's."

Behind several teachers stood some executive department staff, admiring the disheveled figures of their juniors.

Chu Zihang was among them. He was originally supposed to join as an enemy in the exercise, but to make the situation more realistic, he chose Caesar and Chen Motong instead.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei and his group, trapped in the room, watched helplessly as a grenade was thrown in. Chu Zihang knew that they had underestimated Chen Motong's abilities; profiling allowed her to quickly find traces of rebirth from the slightest clues.

However, the situation was not without a solution. The Friga grenade was very different from a normal grenade, and this difference was the key to breaking the deadlock.

Inside the room, the freshmen panicked as they watched the grenade being thrown in, but Lu Mingfei and Lao Liu were the first to react.

"Scatter!" Lu Mingfei shouted and rushed toward the grenade that was about to explode.

But someone was faster than him. Old Liu, who was behind, arrived first. The man from Northwest China fell on the grenade, while Lu Mingfei rushed over and pinned him down.

The others also realized what was happening and spontaneously split into two groups. One group drew their pistols and fired at the outside of the room, while the other group pounced on Lu Mingfei one after another.

That's right, the solution to this grenade is simple: the Friga grenade's explosion is not as violent as a regular grenade, and the anesthetic smoke it emits will be absorbed by the body.

As long as you press the grenade down with your body, the tranquilizer smoke won't dissipate.

The act of sacrificing a few people to ensure the survival of the majority earned the approval of the specialists observing the exercise.

But some people disagree, such as Schneider, who is sitting in the middle.

"Foolish. At a time like this, we should sacrifice those with weaker combat abilities, not S-rank."

In Schneider's view, Lu Mingfei, who is skilled with firearms, is the most likely to defeat the enemy. He should fight the enemy with a gun, rather than using his body to block grenades.

Trading strength for weakness is not a worthwhile deal.

“I think it’s quite good,” Manstein offered a different opinion: “If Guderian were here, he would definitely like this child.”

Schneider snorted. Guderian was also a professor at the academy and a mutual friend of the two, but he had been going to China for exchange programs in recent years, so the group rarely saw each other.

Inside the room, Lu Mingfei was on top of Lao Liu, while he himself was covered in sweat; the four or five of them were piled up like a mountain.

With a violent but brief impact at the bottom, the grenade's explosion was blocked by Lao Liu's strong body. The red anesthetic mist clung to his clothes, making it look particularly gruesome.

Lu Mingfei was pulled up by someone. He originally thought he was going to have to leave the scene, but he didn't expect the grenade explosion to be far less powerful than he had imagined. He is still conscious.

"Where's Senior Sister?" Lu Mingfei asked. Judging from what had just happened, Chen Motong should have rushed in and wiped out his entire group.

Bradley replied, "We exchanged a few shots with her, and then she ran away."

Looking at Old Liu, who was already under anesthesia on the ground, Lu Mingfei asked, "What do we do now?"

“We need to move,” Chilan said, shaking his head. “We’ll split into small groups.”

The people present quickly split into several groups of three and left the room in batches and in an orderly manner.

"Should we move Lao Liu to the side?" Lu Mingfei asked before leaving.

"Forget it, be careful the anesthetic fog doesn't leak out. Let him lie down for a while."

Lu Mingfei joined Qi Lan and Bradley to form a group, and they were the second to evacuate.

After the first group signaled that there was no danger, Lu Mingfei and his two companions set off. The three of them covered for each other and quickly passed through the corridor, hoping to find the next safe place.

Lu Mingfei was protected in the middle, while Bradley was responsible for bringing up the rear.

Walking through the dilapidated corridor, Lu Mingfei felt a sense of unreality, as if he were dreaming.

Just a month ago, he was an artsy young man who loved reading novels and playing games.

And now, look at his dark skin, slightly bulging muscles, and the commanding presence he exudes.

This timid child has finally shown some of the demeanor of a soldier.

But that's just his demeanor; it doesn't mean Lu Mingfei is actually that experienced.

For example, the gunshot that suddenly rang out from behind.

Lu Mingfei turned around and saw that Bradley, who was at the rear, had red liquid coming out of his head and collapsed with lifeless eyes.

They were discovered.

But Lu Mingfei couldn't find the attackers. The surrounding rooms were like the gaping maws of monsters, hiding the enemy in the darkness.

"Enemy attack!" Lu Mingfei shouted. "Location unknown."

This was their agreed-upon slogan, which guided the subsequent teams.

The next second, a chilling feeling crept up from his heels to the top of his head, and Lu Mingfei reflexively lay down on the ground, leaving a red mark on the wall behind him.

Lu Mingfei narrowly escaped Chen Motong's attack, but the bullet marks had already revealed her location.