Chapter 5 New Platoon Leader

The light of the laser gun gathered in the training ground, then flashed and cut the air. The powerful weapon kept firing until the battery became empty, and the instructor kept scolding.

"Can I shoot? I have never held a gun since I was born, useless!"

"God Emperor, there is no need to be so merciful to the aliens. Look, is he shooting like that?"

The instructor walked and looked, and soon came to John's side. It was terrible. The hit rate was 27%, which means that 11 shots could not kill an orc...

He was too lazy to scold until the person behind him, that is, the former gang platoon leader. He had touched guns and fought many battles, although the group size was small.

53%, the hit rate was barely qualified, but usually the source of soldiers coming from PDF was about 70. The soldiers of this period were too bad, which caused the instructor to scold.

"Fuck me, if you really can't do it, don't do it."

The abuse upset the platoon leader, and his shooting skills became distorted, with the hit rate becoming 50, 48, 45...

"Fuck, shut up!" He cursed back unconsciously, and then the stun stick hit his butt, which was originally equipped for the nest police, or PDF.

The old gang member felt his whole body trembling, a familiar feeling...

"Ahhh!" The screams continued, but fortunately the power was not strong, and it only made him suffer a little. The instructor cursed and walked to the shooting position in the east.

Then the instructor saw the shooting hit rate of Alan Baier, and his mouth shut immediately.

He concentrated, holding the gun, whoosh, the beam swept through the space, melting the chest, head, thighs, legs and arms of the green-skinned target, and turned the enemy into a "stick".

The laser gun was ridiculously stable, and every shot hit the bull's eye, with a hit rate of more than 100.

The reason is very simple. The shooting assistance system in the Dark Ages makes shooting fixed targets as easy as shooting with a scope in a game.

The instructor was stunned, but soon he shouted. "Add another 100 meters!"

The target moved back a lot abnormally. In theory, it was basically impossible for a recruit to hit it accurately at that range.

In order to be less conspicuous, Ailan Baier deliberately shot a few times off the target, but still maintained an 80% shooting accuracy.

Generally speaking, personal results will not be made public during training, but private information will be constantly passed on among instructors. 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, who looked like an Ogryn, wore a bulletproof helmet and vest and said bluntly. "He said, the guy from the second company, give him that guy."

"Hey, kid, come to him, let me see what it means to be strong in the morning!"

The man was the captain of the third company, and his rank was similar to that of the staff officer. The captain of the second company where Alan Baier was, a middle-aged man with a standard officer appearance, cursed.

"Fuck me." He raised his middle finger, a gesture that has remained filthy from a hundred centuries to the present.

When the training was over, the soldiers walked out of the training ground with bitter faces, especially the platoon leader, who was next to Alan Baier and heard the general situation. Although he didn't know how many hits he had, he couldn't let the company commander grab people...

Worry hung on his cheeks. "Isn't it just the guy from the factory..."

He looked at the guys he usually took care of, because they were going to take a shower after the training time, and then made a beheading gesture with his legs to them.

Alan Baier said a few words to the staff officer, and then went into the bathroom without knowing it.

There have never been many cases of bullying outside the Star Army, because they are distributed according to the home world, and even if there are "rat men" who like to steal, they will beat him because of comradeship.

But the nest is too big, the gap between people is very large, and the reserve troops have not really left the influence of the planet's gravity. Maybe their souls are still bound in orbit?

The gangsters have not come out of the month of the law of the jungle, so they put daggers and brass knuckles in their clothes and then walk into the bathroom naturally.

When Alan Baier came to take a shower, they followed him, even without taking off their clothes.

"What's wrong with us, are we going to take a shower with clothes on?" Alan Baier took off his original trousers and enjoyed the natural water unscrupulously. Is there something that can only be enjoyed in the nest?

The mist filled the bathroom, and the light of metal also flashed in the east of the light, and the gang members said with a smile.

"Then don't, do you want to show me their private collections?"

Just as they were getting closer, the leg arm raised the blade, and suddenly a huge voice sounded.

"Notice, notice, the senior officers' meeting decided to replace the platoon leader of the 3rd Infantry Regiment of Skadi, the 2nd Company, and the 4th Platoon with the excellent performance of the Alan Baierdong Sergeant, and specially promoted the rank, hereby announced."

The broadcast in the camp, the metal on the legs of those gang members was returned to their clothes.

The cold sweat on the forehead of Alan Baier, who pretended to be calm, was washed away by the water from the shower, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Isn't the Empire that slow...

I should have known not to take a shower!

In the corner, the former platoon leader who was waiting for the news was also sluggish for a long time. He felt unbearable and wanted to ask the staff and the company commander what was going on. Suddenly, he ran into the wall of people.

His abuse of power undoubtedly meant that the wall fell and everyone pushed it. The original workers and residents of the nest gathered together and were ready to fight.

"Sir, where are you going? It's not dinner time yet."

"No, I heard that there will be new dishes to be processed tomorrow morning, and you, platoon leader, must come."

There are about 20 people, two teams, and almost half of the people in one platoon have complaints against him, the gang member said tremblingly.

"Of course, of course." But a moment later, punches were hit on his neck, head, and abdomen alternately, making him tremble and shrink on the ground.

When the others were still unsatisfied and planned to break his legs and arms and send him back to the nest to fend for himself, John Dean suddenly stood up and showed off to them.

"Enough, don't they deny that they are the emperor's soldiers now? Don't they say we forgot about the ice mine."

The others replied. "He tore up the photo of my fiancée! I'm helping him shut up?" The barracks were not big, and everyone in the fourth platoon knew about that.

"Ice mine?" Then they were surprised why John suddenly said that, and then they looked at John's face.

"Disperse, disperse, go back to the dormitory!"

For some reason, John's words also made the discouraged soldiers lose interest and turn away, but they did not forget to curse a few more times.

When the crowd dispersed, the front platoon leader trembled and crawled in front of John, full of guilt. "Thank me, thank me for forgiving him... I really do..."

John looked at him and added condescendingly. "No, he doesn't forgive me, he needs me to live with such guilt, if I have a conscience."

"Remember, I didn't become a useless person and return to the hive because of him, and I destroyed the photo that the ruthless man left for him!"

He pointed at the front platoon leader's cheek. "Now, I owe him forever, my friend."

When the hive gangster saw that tone and that statement, the appearance of the person who once dominated them flashed in his mind.

"You... that family..."

John put away that attitude. "Enough, it's good that he didn't turn against me that day..."

After listening to this, the front platoon leader felt as if his body fell into an ice cave.