Mecha Soldier's Notes

() In addition to the main course on mecha operation, the school also specially set up shooting courses, chemical defense courses and art courses. The first two are understandable. After all, the latest modular assault rifles need to carry a bayonet. , not to mention those of us who perform high-risk missions and are ready to shoot large escape movies at any time, multiple self-defense methods are also good.In order to prevent the opponent from frenzy, it is also necessary to add some protective measures.

But the art class... I really can't understand it.

Unfortunately, the one who taught the shooting class was the wild boar. Of course, this pervert must seize this opportunity to give us a good repair.

That day we and another team of new bear students got standard Stechkin automatic pistols and two [-]-round magazines from the management office, and lined up to shoot at the shooting range, because it was the first time in our lives that we touched real guns. The guy was so excited that no one noticed the smirk on the corner of the boar's mouth squinting at us while drinking wine in the corner.

In order to show off in front of us, the hairy student started shooting first. The first few students set up a posture to aim at the target and pulled the trigger. Who knew that the gun body jumped wildly, and the muzzle shot out instantly. With more than a dozen bullets, these guys were so frightened that they threw their guns far away, lay down on their buttocks and trembled, which made the wild boars and bears onlookers grinning with joy.

It turned out that the gun was switched to burst mode.

We checked our weapons subconsciously, and quickly transferred back a few weapons that had been transferred.

I thought it would be fine, according to the procedure, put on the sound-proof earmuffs, open the safety, load, aim, and then pull the trigger...

"boom"

A terrifyingly loud sound exploded in my mind, and my ears were blown out of consciousness in an instant. I and others grabbed and pulled off the earmuffs... or maybe they didn't know when they were switched Headphones, I felt dizzy at the time, lying on the ground and vomiting wildly.The wild boar was waving the wine bottle as if watching a play while laughing, but no one responded to his laughter. Everyone glanced at him coldly, came up to help us up, patted us on the back, and said in our ears I can't understand the words.

The wild boar's monotonous laughter gradually became dry, and finally fell silent...

With this very unpleasant episode, the subsequent chemical defense class was also boring. Apart from the necessary common sense, I basically couldn’t remember any details about this class. Enthusiasm, the final result of this course is just the passing line level.But what we didn't expect was that just a few years later, this knowledge of three-legged cats saved the lives of many of us.

But the art class gave us a feeling of brightening our eyes.

The class was taught by a furry aunt in her fifties (don't know the exact age, she wouldn't even say a rough idea), very, very, very... strong, yes, strong, but also a very, very, very nice person, The eyes that look at us are as warm as looking at our own children, and we often give us some traditional snacks made by ourselves, which makes us depressed rabbits who stay with tough soldiers and perverted sadists every day. .

She asked us to call him Teacher Narrosa, but I'm sorry that I didn't remember her full name.

The teacher is always dressed in very tasteful casual clothes. The teacher always has a gentle face. He has no military uniform and no rank. The officer of the Armored Army died in the small-scale armed conflict between the Allied Army and the Treaty Army the year before last, which was called "Blood on the Danube".

"Children, you have to look for beauty in life." Teacher Narrosa said to us in the first class.

"But teacher, we are dealing with war machines every day."

The most disobedient Mr. Kui raised his hand and asked.

"Then look for the beauty in the machine, every forging of steel, every combination of parts, every operation of the machine, every explosion of the machine is a kind of art, an industrial beauty different from oil painting and music , didn’t you all become mech soldiers in order to pursue this kind of beauty?”

The whole class nodded again and again, I felt a little wet in my heart, as if I was lightly poked by Teacher Narrosa's words, and found something that had been hidden all along.

After a whole day of class, everyone is basically exhausted. At this time, the bear students often go out for a drink and relax together, but the rabbit's survival competition is not over yet. After dinner, each dormitory It was chickens and dogs jumping into a mess, and the brothers with ps ran around in each dormitory to collect notes, yelling together.

"Xueba, have you finished silently writing?"

"Wait a minute, um, this word is too ugly, I'll change it first."

"Xueba, you are really my own grandfather. Please write quickly. It's already past eight o'clock. If you don't understand and don't go to bed early, you will be attacked by the wild boar and the colonel tomorrow."

"Chen Xiang, what's going on with Dumb."

"Oh, I'm still copying, just wait a moment."

"I'm going, you don't care about loyalty, you are eating alone, let me copy it, hey, isn't this exactly the same as Xueba's piece? I'll go to your uncle, [-]% of the feelings you two remember are the same part."

"Damn it, don't write any more, let's go to episode 221 together, it's a big deal."

So under the dim light of 221, a group of people held pcp with stylus in their mouths, coffee and white water cigarettes in one hand, frowned, and painfully recalled the remaining [-]% of the content like an artist thinking about how to write. [-]%, and then we formed an agreement with each other, Xueba will listen to the content of the first half of the class, and Dumb will listen to the content of the second half of the class.

The next step is to solve the problem. Everyone divides the labor and cooperates, and one person handles a problem. Among so many people, my level is at the lower middle level. When I was in college, courses such as microcomputers and analog circuits almost killed me, but Because there is a top expert like Dumb, the solution speed is doubled, and then the two of us went to help other dormitories, and when one group of people finished their work, we went to help another group of people...

Things didn't end until eleven o'clock in the evening. Everyone immediately turned off the lights and went to sleep. In my daze, I had a big dream. I dreamed that there was a sudden phone call at home, and then I heard my father kindly asking me when I would come back. What to eat, and then my mother took it over and asked me how I was doing, and I squeezed the microphone and said desperately, and almost finished everything I wanted to say this week. At this time, my father told me to wait a moment and said Someone wants to talk to me.

Then I heard the terrible sound of a wild boar.

"Assemble urgently, wake up lazy people."

I woke up with a numb scalp, only to realize that I was actually pinching the microphone of the satellite phone in the dormitory, and the howling of the wild boar was still blasting inside, and it was pitch black outside the window. The time, impressively printed with the annoying number two o'clock in the morning.

At this time, the other dormitories were also alarmed. The rabbits closed their eyes and put on their clothes indiscriminately. The drunkards who came back forgot to dodge and looked at us with their mouths wide open in surprise.

In the end, I even forgot how I got back to my dorm and went back to sleep.