Chapter 5 The new platoon leader
The light of the laser gun on the training ground gathered, then flickered, and then split the air. The powerful weapon was fired continuously until the battery became empty, and the instructor continued to scold harshly.
"Can you shoot? Did you never hold a gun before you were born? You are useless!"
"God Emperor, you don't need to be so kind to aliens. Look, what did he hit?"
The instructor watched as he walked, and soon he arrived at John's side. It was terrible. The hit rate was 27%, which means that even 11 shots may not be able to kill an orc...
He didn't even bother to curse until the next one, the former gang leader. He had touched firearms and fought in many wars, albeit on a small scale.
The hit rate is 53%, which is barely qualified. However, the number of soldiers in the PDF is usually about 70. The soldiers in this period are so bad that the instructor cursed them.
"Fuck you, if you really don't know how to do it, don't do it."
The abuse made the platoon leader upset, and the marksmanship in his hand became distorted, and the hit rate became 50, 48, 45...
"Fuck, shut up!" He cursed back subconsciously, and then the shock stick hit his butt. It was originally equipped for the hive city bailiff, that is, PDF.
The old gang members felt trembling all over, a familiar feeling...
"Ahhh!" The screams continued. Fortunately, the power was not strong, and it only made him suffer a little. The instructor cursed and walked to the shooting position below.
Then the instructor saw Alan Beyer's shooting hit rate, and his mouth immediately closed.
He concentrated on holding the gun, and with a swish, the beam grazed the space, melting the green-skinned target's chest, head, thighs, and arms, and forcibly turning the enemy into a "stick."
The laser gun is ridiculously stable and hits the target right on target. The hit rate is still 100%.
The reason is also very simple. Shooting a fixed target with the shooting assistance system in the Dark Ages is as simple as playing a game with the scope on.
The instructor was stunned, but soon he shouted. "Add another 100 meters!"
The target moved backwards abnormally. In theory, recruits would basically be unable to hit accurately at this range.
In order to be less conspicuous, Alan Bayer deliberately shot a few times, but still maintained an 80% shooting accuracy.
Generally speaking, personal results will not be made public during training, but they will be passed on among instructors in private. Soon, many company commanders at the sergeant level came to the side to observe the shooting training together.
The tall female officer next to her, wearing a bulletproof helmet and vest like an Ogryn, said bluntly. "I said, give me this guy from the second company."
"Hey, kid, come to my place and I'll show you what it means to be strong tonight!"
This man is the commander of the third company, and his military rank is theoretically similar to that of a staff officer. The commander of the second company where Alan Bayer is located, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a standard officer, cursed.
"F*ck you." and raised his middle finger, a gesture that is still obscene from a century ago.
When the training was over, the soldiers all walked out of the training ground with bitter expressions, especially the platoon leader. He was next to Alan Bayer and roughly listened to what happened. Although he didn't know what his hit rate was, he could make the company commander Stealing people…
Worry plastered his cheeks. "Isn't he just a guy from the factory..."
He looked at the guys he usually took care of, because the next step was to take a bath after the training time, and then made a beheading gesture to them.
Alan Bayer only said a few words to the staff officer, and then got into the bathroom without knowing anything.
There are not many insults within the Star Army, because they are allocated according to the world of the homeland, and even the "rats" who like to theft, because their comrades -in -arms will only beat him.
But the hive city is too big, the distance between people is huge, and the reserve force has not really left the influence of the planet's gravity, maybe the soul is still bound in orbit?
The gangsters have not yet come out of the days of the jungle. They just put the daggers and fingernails in their clothes, and then walked into the bathroom naturally.
When Alan Bayer came to take a bath, they followed him without even taking off their clothes.
"What's wrong with you? Do you want to take a bath with your clothes on?" Alan Bayer took off the last of his trousers and enjoyed the natural water washing unbridled. This is something that only the upper class can enjoy in the hive city.
The mist filled the bathroom, and the light of metal shone under the lights. The gang members said with smiles.
"Isn't this, do you want to show you our private collection?"
Just as they were getting closer, their arms raised their blades, and suddenly a loud sound sounded.
"Notice, notice, the meeting of senior officers decided to replace the platoon commander of the 2nd company and 4th platoon of the 3rd Skadi Infantry Regiment with the outstanding Corporal Alan Bayer, and a special promotion. This announcement is hereby announced."< br>
That was the broadcast in the camp, and all the metal in the hands of the gang members returned to their clothes.
The cold sweat on Alan Bayer's forehead, who was trying to pretend to be calm, was washed away by the water flowing from his unkempt hair, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Isn’t the empire that slow...
If I had known I wouldn't have taken a shower!
In the corner, the original platoon leader who was waiting for the news was stunned for a long time. He thought it was impossible and wanted to ask the staff officer and company commander what was going on. Suddenly, he ran into a wall of people.
His abuse of power undoubtedly meant that the wall fell down and the original workers and residents of the hive city gathered together and geared up.
"Sir, platoon leader, where are you going? It's not dinner time yet?"
"Yes, I heard that there are new dishes to be prepared tonight. You, the platoon leader, must come to us."
About 20 people, two teams, and almost half of a platoon had complaints against him, the gang member said shakily.
"Of course, of course." But a moment later, punch after punch hit his neck, head, and abdomen alternately, causing him to tremble and shrink to the ground.
When the others were still planning to break off his arm and send him back to the nest to fend for himself, John Deen suddenly stood up and shouted to them.
"That's enough. Aren't we soldiers of the Emperor now? Or have you forgotten the mines under the ice."
others answered. "He tore up your fiancée's photo! You still speak for him?" The military camp is not big, and everyone in the fourth row knows about this.
"Ice mine?" Then they were surprised why John suddenly said this, and then they looked at John's face.
"It's gone, it's gone, go back to the dormitory!"
For some reason, John's words also made the discouraged soldiers lose interest and turned around to leave, but they did not forget to curse a few times.
When the crowd dispersed, the front row leader crawled up to John tremblingly and said with guilt. "Thank you, thank you for forgiving me...you really are..."
John just looked at him and added condescendingly. "No, I don't forgive you. I need you to live with this sense of guilt, if you still have a conscience."
"Remember, it's because of me that you didn't become a cripple and return to the hive, and you destroyed the photos my lover left for me!"
He pointed his finger at the front sergeant's cheek. "Now, you are forever in your debt to me, friend."
When the hive city gangster saw this tone and statement, the image of the person who once dominated them flashed in his mind.
"You are from...that family..."
John put away that attitude. "That's enough. It's good that I didn't fall out that day..."
After listening to this, the front platoon commander felt as if his body had fallen into an ice cave. (End of chapter)