Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 145 Military Training
In the scorching sun and dry heat, boys and girls in military uniforms stood motionless on the playground.

This is the entrance ceremony of the university, which uses military training to quickly integrate students into one body and teach them what real university life is.

In the eyes of many freshmen, military training is nothing more than a tormenting backward thing, but for students in Kassel, it can quickly close the gap between them and other students.

Kassel's military training is based on Huaxia, because Anger believes that Kassel's executive department should be a team with ideals, not mercenaries who fight women for money.

But for the students, the initial queue training was not very pleasant, especially those who came to the United States.

There are probably three types of students in Kassel, some of them come from families in Europe that are close to the secret party, some of them are overseas students sent by the Chinese government, and the last is the American natives, Texas rednecks who were forced to go to college by Sheriff Henkel with a pistol .

Since Ender and Henkel "made" the agreement, our American mixed-race boss, Texas old cowboy Sheriff Henkel has an extra task every year, going to various farms with a pistol to force their children to study.

For example, Sam Brown standing next to Lu Mingfei now, his family has a beautiful farm in the middle of the United States, which is isolated from the world. In that place, the Brown family with hybrid power is the real king.

In Sam Brown's view, going out to study is a waste of time, relying on the knowledge passed down from the family is enough to train him to be an excellent warrior or an excellent ruler.

The most unbearable thing for him is now, that instructor, the Russian named Anton, actually let himself stand here. Could this kind of training make him a qualified fighter?

"Why are we standing here?" Sam shouted, speaking English with a southern accent: "Like a clown."

Lu Mingfei stood beside him, not daring to show his breath. That hairy instructor's arms were thicker than his calves, and he looked like he could beat a bear. In his heart, he secretly admired the buddy next to him.

Anton stood at the front of the line, with his hands behind his back, in a relaxed posture, his body straight, and when he heard Sam Brown's words, he turned his head and looked into his eyes.

The scene was eerily quiet, not because of Brown's stupid question, but because Instructor Anton's eyes had turned golden yellow.

A low, praying sound came from the cracks in his lips, and Brown felt as if he was stuck in mud, the air around him became sticky, and his every move was restricted.

The sticky air poured into his mouth and nasal cavity, and Sam scratched his neck, panting silently.

He tried to call for help, but there was no sound, he was drowning, drowning in the air.

The freshmen present looked at the struggling Sam Brown, and they didn't dare to move. No one thought that the instructor would directly use the language, which was still fatal.

Just as Sam's consciousness gradually drifted away, the surrounding air returned to its original state. He lay on the ground, breathing heavily, feeling the beauty of the air for the first time.

"In Kassel, the first thing you have to learn." Anton said in Chinese with an accent: "Obey orders, especially orders from the strong, do you understand!?"

"Understood!" The voice below was loud, and the freshmen were all overwhelmed by Anton's methods.

Anton nodded in satisfaction. In order to prevent accidents during the military training, this area was temporarily unrestricted, allowing the instructor to use the spirit of speech in it.

Among the new students, there are quite a few basic ones, and to suppress them, the help of Yan Ling is indispensable.

"An extra half an hour for military posture." Anton said mercilessly, "Because of this guy, you guys will go to dinner later than girls."

On the other hand, the girls' class that Khorkina was in charge of was much smoother. No one questioned the rationality of the training, which made Khorkina a lot easier.

The military training queue is arranged according to height, and of course, the petite zero is ranked first.

Khorkina looked like Ling, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a puzzled look on her face.

Why this year's freshmen still have little girls who haven't graduated from junior high school? Is Kassel planning to start a middle school?

Out of curiosity, Khorkina walked up to Zero and bent down to look at the name tag on Zero's chest.

"Zero Razumovskaya Romanova"

It's a bad name, because Zero is a descendant of the Romanov family, the Russian tsars.

You know, the whole family of the tsar was killed a long time ago, but there are still many descendants scattered all over the country. After the fall of the Red Empire, they were not too popular and could only act as the mascots of the government.

Most Russians, as long as they have studied history, will not like this surname, but this does not prevent those offspring of the tsar from bluffing and deceiving in Russia under the banner of Romanov.

The same is true for Khorkina, who received a Soviet education. She raised her head to see what the little princess looked like.

She saw a pair of blue eyes that looked so familiar, reminding her of the time in Black Swan Harbor.

"Renata..." Khorkina lost her composure in a rare way. She whispered a name, stepped back carefully, and forced herself to calm down.

This girl, who looked thirteen or fourteen years old, looked so similar to Renata back then, with platinum-blond hair and blue eyes, she was almost carved out of the same mold as Renata.

Khorkina also investigated the only missing person in Black Swan Harbor, and concluded that she escaped with a terrifying high-risk hybrid, and was finally found on the Siberian Railway.

The record was broken later, when Russia was still in chaos, and no one knew where Renata had gone.

Now, she finally met a girl who was so similar to Renata in Kassel. Combined with the events of the year, a terrible hypothesis gradually formed in Khorkina's mind.

She resisted the urge to leave, persisted responsibly until noon, and found Anton in the instructor's dormitory.

"What's the matter, Khorkina, is something wrong?" Anton was a little puzzled, and worried that something might have happened to the student.

But Khorkina's words made him froze in place...

"Among the freshmen this year, one is your daughter." Khorkina took a stack of files and threw them to Anton. There were zero files, only some basic things, and they were easy to find.

"What are you talking about? I didn't mess around outside." Anton was very dissatisfied, opened the file, and saw the face that was exactly the same as Renata.

"Renata...this...is incredible..." Anton sighed as he stroked the photo gently.

"That Christmas Eve, we all inhaled hallucinogens. I remember you ran towards Renata." Khorkina pressed the center of her eyebrows. "Based on time, this zero...may be your daughter."

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