Chapitre 95: Techniques Originate from Hard Work
Éditeur: Geoffrey_
The drills for the machinery maintenance camp had finished. These cadets were unlike those from the special forces camp; their main training was to become familiar with and grasp hold of the structures and important maintenance points for the current active weapons and equipment. In the upcoming war, those engineers who only had theoretical knowledge and lacked practical experience would definitely be scolded to the extent of dog’s blood being poured over them [1]. The soldiers from the combat units did not have a good temper, and if these engineers did not repair their mechas well, then these engineers would only be scolded. If the engineers spent too much time repairing, they would be scolded too.
Major Hanks was not a very tall officer. He had been a soldier for close to ten years and could be considered an expert in machinery maintenance. From appearances alone, he did not seem like a Major officer and instead looked more like a middle-aged farmer with a thick pair of hands and shoulders. Previously, he had seen how Fatty was laughing like crazy by the side, and after enduring for half a day, he handed the cadets to Fatty once his training ended and went on delightfully to watch those special forces cadets training.
Those special forces cadets were truly angered to the point of smoke coming out from their orifices. A fatty just went off, and now, another silly person came. This vengeance was becoming deeper and deeper.
In the machinery maintenance camp, other than several old soldiers who had switched to this profession halfway through, fundamentally, the others were new cadets who passed the admission into the course Design and Manufacturing of Battle Mecha and Weapon Equipment. The theory would be grasped by them in the future, and since there were few who had undergone maintenance training before, he would give them a shallow overview and let them watch what this profession was all about.
This was the first time Fatty acted as an instructor, and the training methods and curriculum did not come from the manual as well. This was entirely his personal teaching method, clearly showing how he wasn’t that responsible in teaching the cadets.
Using an electronic pen, he casually drew on the virtual whiteboard the parts of a BG-17 model Federation standardized energy rifle and the procedures of assembly and disassembly. After that, he demonstrated how to disassemble them and assemble them once before leaving the rest for the cadets to fumble with themselves by looking at the blueprint.
That time, Fatty had taught himself in a similar fashion. The assembling of BG-17’s parts was done well and could be considered as one of the simplest among all weapons and equipment. The requirements for disassembling and assembling them for this lesson were for each and every attempt they tried to be better and more familiar than the last. On this first day, they had to undergo disassemble and assemble a hundred times until they attained the time limit standard of using 12 seconds to disassemble and 15 seconds to assemble.
It was indeed easy, just that the biggest problem with this plaything had been its heaviness. The cadets had undergone a fierce drill with Major Hanks regarding formation, making their backs ache, their hands numb, and legs wobbly. And now, this Fatty, who had enough of idling around, was even more abominable. Drawing several pictures was fine, but these tiring and boring disassembly made those cadets feel a grievance against him.
The positions of cadets and instructors could not really exist together. One was there to take charge, while the other did not want to follow. Fatty had undergone the same agonizing training in the past with the black bear instructor. It was only until the end did their relationship finally warm up.
It was the same here with the machinery maintenance training camp. Thus, after just two times of using a stopwatch to time their disassembly, there were people who could not take it anymore.
First, it was a group of female cadets. They stood there crying without the slightest movement in front of their maintenance desk. Fatty went over to give them a look, and instead, he breathed in cold air—there was the 50 big rabbit cadet located there.
Fatty sanctimoniously stared at that white rabbit and kept one hand behind his back while using his right hand to point at her chest. With a heavy tone, he said, “Wanting to become a graduate who passed the requirements for design and manufacturing requires one to have great ambition, broad vision, and also adept techniques. Quickly start training. I’ll see you do it!”
That white rabbit had never thought that that fatty who stood outside the female dormitory with a dull expression was actually an instructor from the maintenance camp. Maybe it was because she had seen a familiar person, she began to cry even louder. The moment she cried, she would have to take a breath and this breath had made her chest bounce up and down.
Fatty had nearly become faint with blurred vision by the jumping white rabbits and silently mumbled to himself, ‘Mara [2]! It must be Mara! There are two demons within!”
Using a supreme determination to move his gaze away, he looked at the several other female cadets by the side and asked, “Why? It’s just two times of disassembly. You all still have 98 times which you have yet to complete.”
A female cadet cried, “Wuu, my hand hurts so much that I can’t even pick it up anymore.”
Several male cadets took the opportunity to shout out, “The rifle is so heavy! Isn’t disassembling it a hundred times trying to tire us out!”
“That’s right! I see that all instructors are wanting to torture us!”
“12 seconds disassembly and 15 seconds assembly? Who set this standard!? It’s impossible!”
“I’ve long seen that this fatty isn’t some good person. Seeing his appearances, we know he must be loose in morals!”
For a moment, the group of cadets began stirring up emotions, turning the whole place into chaos. The female students cried all the more world-shakingly.
Fatty was startled and shouted, “Shut up!”
Instructors were ultimately instructors. The cadets all quietened down, with even the female cadets not daring to cry anymore. The fatty was ultimately someone who was a cadet once and knew what their thinking was. Putting on a smiling expression, he said, “You all are chosen amongst countless registrants for the Jialipalan military academy. If we are comparing your intelligence and capabilities, all of you are outstanding…”
Who would not like hearing others praise themselves? This sentence made those cadets feel better in their heart and think that Fatty wasn’t that abominable anymore.
Smacking the horse [3] while kneading human emotions were things Fatty was good at. Seeing how everyone’s complexion has lightened up, he kept his smile and said, “However, your preparation to bear hardships is clearly lacking. If you don’t suffer and hope to succeed, then why are you here in the military!?”
This sentence shouted by Fatty had a severe tone within. Once the psychology of humans had a huge drop, they would usually lose their abilities to react. These cadets were as such, as they had just been praised before being thrown down into a ditch, rendering all of them speechless.
Fatty did not give them time to react. He had changed his expression and brought out a smile once again, saying in a gentle tone, “Compared to me, this small first lieutenant, your future is so much brighter and vast! Let’s not talk about others, but just this…” Fatty pointed to his brain and said, “I can’t compare with all of you. Even if I smacked the horse to chase after you, after a few years, I might have to call you commanding officer!”
“However…” Fatty became strict again: “A soldier is a soldier! On the first day you stepped into the academy, you have all already become soldiers. The professional responsibility of a soldier is to follow their orders! Right now, I’m the instructor and my words are considered orders! If you don’t comply with it, fine! Either just keep your things and go home or we can send you up to the court martial!”
These two words “court martial” had a huge intimidating power. Actually, the court martial took everything into matters. Not only did it include matters regarding traitors, but even small, tiny matters could escalate up into the court; it was just that this only relates to soldiers, thus they were called court martial.
The students’ expressions all turned pale. Several who had created a huge disturbance started feeling regret.
Fatty picked up a BG-17 rifle and said, “This plaything is the simplest mechanical rifle of the Federation Army. As long as you grasp hold of the technique, then you can complete it within the standards. How do techniques come about? Hard work! Using your mind!”
Saying that, a rifle that was assembled had, in moments, turned into parts within the hands of Fatty, falling onto the table with pitter patter sounds.
The cadets were all staring with wide eyes, as they could not believe what they just saw.
“Look.” Fatty’s hands turned into a ray as he did not need to take those parts up, and instead, started assembling on the table rapidly. With a few clear and crisp sounds of “ka ka”, a BG-17 energy rifle was assembled. From the start to the end, not more than four seconds had passed.
More than a thousand machinery maintenance cadets did not know what to say. In their hearts, they felt stunned and respect. This was true skill. What they spent a minute doing had been done in a few seconds by Fatty—truly a bull [4]!
Humans would easily follow experts. Now, these cadets were so amazed by him that they would prostrate in admiration for Fatty.
Especially so with that technique of disassembly. The rifle in the hands of the first lieutenant had just lost its shape within moments; it was just like a magic performance, truly mystical and too awesome.
Several female students who stood in front of Fatty had been completely conquered. They had collectively grabbed their hair, widened their eyes, and opened their mouth to take a deep breath before inconsiderately shouting out while glancing left and right.
Fatty was so shocked that he had jumped. He had merely played with the rifle and the female students had all reached an orgasm. This was still the first time he had seen this.
[1] Just a Chinese saying–狗血淋头–that means torrents of abuse; being scolded like crazy…
[2] Mara refers to the demon of temptation.
[3] 拍马匹 - Meaning to spout nonsense
[4] This is a Chinese saying that means that someone is very formidable.
Chapitre 96: What Exactly is Being Tyrannical?
Éditeur: Geoffrey_
Afraid that he would be defiled by this female cadet’s youthful look, Tian Xing Jian immediately left the danger region, signalling for everyone to continue training.
A small crisis had at least been averted. Afterwards, Fatty went on to instruct the fellow cadets on how to disassemble the rifle on the maintenance desk, on the ground, and even on the thigh without using much strength. From this moment on, everyone in the machinery maintenance training camp had treated Tian Xing Jian as their idol, especially when several of them had read about the public record being five seconds for dismantling and seven seconds for assembling. Fatty had, at the most, taken two seconds to dismantle and four to assemble, thus all the cadets felt that this Fatty was absolutely a hidden expert.
After the training which ended before noon, Tian Xing Jian transformed from an instructor into a student. From today on, he would be receiving Russell’s tutelage.
Reaching Russell’s office, Russell did not even raise his head before he pointed to a huge pile of books and said, “This is basic theory. Familiarize yourself with those within two days!” Fatty felt his head getting big. Frowning, he complained, “So many books! And these are technical books, and not just some novels!”
Russell finally looked up: “Do you think you can succeed without hard work? Do you think it’s that easy to become a commanding officer that meets my standards?”
Tian Xing Jian was tongue-tied. These were the words that had seemingly been said by him to the cadets. Karmic retribution happened truly fast. Hanging his head down dispiritedly, he hugged the books and was prepared to leave when Russell said, “Why are you leaving? These books are for you to read during your free time. Right now, we’ll have lessons!”
Tian Xing Jian felt that he was truly a lowly person for he had been rushing to send himself into the hands of his enemy, especially when he became the student of someone whom he had offended before.
Russell had seemingly been reminded of that situation of when he was like a tiger that came down the hill—bullied by Fatty as a result. Right now, Russell had used the strictest of standards to teach him; there were too many battle examples and data being taught, and as long as Russell gave the command, Fatty would be required to memorize everything within a time limit.
Even though memorizing was tough, Fatty could not help but admit that Russell’s teaching standards were relatively high, especially his explanation regarding past battle examples.
Case after case of past battles had been dissected by Russell, revealing their true face. Several tactics and connections in the battle examples were things which he would never have thought of before. There were also many famous precedent battles that had been researched by many others, and Tian Xing Jian’s understanding of these battles had long reached the stage of knowing them like the back of his hand, but upon looking at those battles from another perspective after Russell’s explanation, Fatty felt that he was essentially ignorant. Amongst those, there were countless crucial data, terrain decisions, and scheming methods that had their original form revealed after Russell spun silk from cocoons [1], allowing him to clearly understand the reason for defeat and the important points of those battles.
Fatty was completely convinced that the other party was truly a famous general. Let’s not talk about others, just considering his ability of prying apart the dense fog in those battles was enough for Fatty to learn from him!
As for deductions, Russell had deliberately placed it aside. He did not wish to use his own school of thought to affect Tian Xing Jian’s current personal deduction methods. Even Fatty’s weakest actual ground—command and troop deployments—were not taught by him systematically, and instead, they were taught using various battle examples to guide Fatty’s line of thinking, inducing the spark for him to have his own combat school of thought that solely belonged to him.
Tian Xing Jian became more familiar with Russell. Towards this famous general, he was someone Fatty truly admired. Just from his action of being willing to give up his status and wealth in the Empire without turning back and joining his own race’s resistance battle, Russell was truly a hero of his race.
Other than teaching theories, Russell had also discussed with him the international circumstances and Gyaca Woods Empire’s internal workings. Fatty was a curious person, so these topics were somehow extremely alluring to him.
From Russell’s words, the Myth Legion was indeed the most loyal soldiers to the Empire’s royal family and were indeed the same as the rumors outside; this legion had been embroiled in war for several hundred years until now, and it was also the legion that could make the final decision on the outcome of war. Usually, they would be deployed in the most crucial places. If comparing the combat power of a single one of their soldiers, then even with the issues of the Gyaca Woods’ economy and technology, their Battle Mechas and the ordinary soldiers from the legion could still look down upon the Federation, a nation that did not put much focus on its military. However, if they were facing those special forces from the ultra-big nations, they did not hold any advantages at all; it was just that if they were to rank the coordination between small sections and the commanding abilities of troops above battalion size, the Myth Legion would absolutely be able to rank among the top five international special forces organizations.
Russell had not only given Tian Xing Jian the corresponding information regarding the Myth Legion, but he had even give him a set of regulations regarding how those Myth Legion trained their Battle Mecha controlling abilities.
As for the international circumstances, Russell had also intentionally guided Tian Xing Jian in starting his analysis as they discussed. For the current human society, other than several small nations located in the borders who maintained a neutral stance, the majority of nations had already either joined the Alliance of Fei or the West Faction. These two huge military alliances had already been facing each other for more than a hundred years, with this hundred years or so being truly the darkest period of the human race, as many small nations located at the center were entirely annihilated. War would sooner or later explode, and this time, it would be a war that would sweep all nations in, including the Leray Federation as well.
These conclusions made Tian Xing Jian feel worried in his heart. Fighting against the Gyaca Woods Empire was still fine, but if a cosmic war was to truly erupt, then nobody would know how the Federation would fare in the future. This was the first time he felt pressure in survival.
The days passed in such a routine. As Miracolo Planet continued their war development, news outlets had also made another move to garner the support of citizens, especially when the military had made that mysterious company commander and mystical staff officer into a special topic, causing those citizens to feel hung up in their feelings halfway up the heavens [2]. Fatty was worried that he might be revealed. By then, it would not be solely taking responsibility solely given by Father An. Who damningly gave him another responsibility? Well, who asked you to become a hero!?
Every once in awhile, he would snatch a moment of leisure amidst his business, running to Milan’s research lab. After transforming the virtual cabin into a gravity virtual cabin, the crisis he felt had forced him upon the route of self-torture once again.
In the gravity virtual cabin, Fatty had to put in extra effort all the time! Clearly, his hand speed was faster than the other party by nature, and he would even have energy left over after fighting them, but his potential just could not be unveiled like when he had reached his limits. Regardless of how he trained, there was no growth at all. Maintaining the speed of 40 APS, he could not last more than a minute before he would certainly get cramps.
That made Fatty felt anxious. Regardless of that super high ranking officers in the Myth Legion, the top 500 experts from the various nation in the 《Omnipresent Fire of War》, or the experts in Karl’s 《Battle Mecha Pilot Rankings》 book, none of them had a hand speed lower than 40 APS.
Helplessly, Fatty could only find an alternative path to circumvent this problem of lacking hand speed. After all, in the battlefield, hand speed could not solely determine and guarantee victory. Only with a nimble and agile use of various methods would he have an opportunity to triumph over those enemies whom he could never defeat.
Just by relying on hand speed alone did not determine tyranny!
Within the next few days, SM01314 had consecutively chosen several experts to battle with. Due to this wretched chap’s infamy being too great, there would be more than a million gamers watching his battle every time. Once this person used the mechanical arm underneath his groin to do a sneak attack and dismantle part of the opponent’s mechanical leg, the entire viewing platform went into an uproar.
“Damn, who is this SM01314? Why is it this move again?”
“Too despicable! For him to use his little brother to kill someone, this wretched person truly has the shamelessness equivalent to the entire human population.”
In front of the wall of the main hall, the news shown on the discussion forum kept renewing. News regarding the gamer SM01314 was proliferated, with the words below being: 《The Hands of Little Brother Seen Once Again》
《An Expert or a Demon?—Discussion of The Modification Standards behind SM01314 Battle Mecha》
《Be Wary of his Little Brother, it’ll kill!》
《Looking at the Control Improvement of SM01314 from His Battles》
Fatty had a silly expression as he laughed inwardly. Only through despicable means would it be known as true tyranny!
[1] Making a painstaking investigation.
[2] Cliff-hanger anyone?
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