Chapter 1186: Chapter 6: I, Wang Yunxiao, Am a Scholar
On the third day of the training camp, the school began to uniformly distribute the training materials of the Governnt Army’s Righteous Path.
It was sowhat different from the versions Wang Yunxiao had seen before. The basic military knowledge and sowhat esoteric offensive and defensive formations were largely removed, leaving only the most essential physical training and shooting courses, with more detailed tactical coordination and group combat strategies added.
It was clearly a textbook specifically written for military cadets.
Replacing the traditional offensive and defensive formations were tactical teams of about ten people. The combat concept was more advanced, with a greater emphasis on coordination and firepower output, weakening the previous idea of forming arrays to withstand damage.
This plan looked very familiar to Wang Yunxiao, similar to the tactics of Yan Yu’an’s customs ergency response team.
He had his Special Service Section team, and the Church also had their own tactical teams. On the surface, they looked similar, but in actuality, their styles were vastly different.
In one word, it was a matter of “money.”
The more outdated the equipnt, the more conservative the tactics adopted. One could only consider solving problems while preserving one’s viable forces. When Wang Yunxiao first ford his team, they were using old equipnt from the Brocade-Clothed Guard’s warehouse that nobody wanted, and all sorts of cold weapons, without even having guns.
The situation was different at the customs; after cooperating with Yan Yu’an a few tis, Wang Yunxiao discovered that their attack mode was as smooth and seamless as rcury flowing.
They were really not short of money.
No matter what kind of evil spirits you’re from, we suppress them purely with firepower, directly filling you with bullets.
It’s often said that the poor rely on mutation, while the rich rely on technology.
No matter how far flesh and blood mutate and degenerate, they can’t keep up with the production speed of modern industrial bullet assembly lines.
The customs were not short of money, and neither was the navy.
When the agents of the Special Service Bureau were still studying how to use mortars to support infantry operations, the training materials of the navy’s garrison already included plans for calling naval gun support in combat.
When the army practiced, they liked to do ard cross-country, while the navy did ard swimming.
The textbooks even included operation manuals for the latest models of the Heavenly Armor.
Including low-altitude flight, boarding combat, surprise decapitation, deep-sea self-rescue, and other knowledge points that other military branches could not even imagine.
The instructor led the team to bring out twenty Heavenly Armor from the warehouse and placed them on the training ground. Yes, the logistics warehouse of the Naval Academy actually had these things, and although they were outdated models, they were enough to shock these new students.
Twenty Heavenly Armor might not make a big impact on the battlefield.
That’s a rather cynical statent.
It’s like discussing toxicity without considering dosage, a rogue feeling.
To be considered an enemy by the Northern Fleet and to officially go to war on such a battlefield, regardless of the outco, would leave a significant mark in world history.
Not to ntion the top five great powers of the world, releasing these twenty old models of Heavenly Armor in any corner of the world could achieve terrifying city-destroying and nation-destroying results.
But for the people of Ming, it was obvious that it was unacceptable.
When you disregard the top five great powers in the world, is there even any point in discussing this topic?
Even the top two don’t count.
So students had previous experience piloting Heavenly Armor, eagerly raised their hands to sign up, and ended up being harshly reprimanded by the instructor.
Who told you to play with them? This was ant for you to familiarize with the garrison formation and fight against imaginary enemies!
Without the skill to dismantle cha barehanded, what qualifications do you have to pilot the latest limited-edition models?
If you’re this weak, you might as well join the army.
The pilots responsible for operating the cha were elite backbones selected from the special camps of the school, each robust and strong, with large heads and thick necks, looking like humanoid cha.
The cha first split into two teams, held a demonstration match for the freshn, allowing those who had never been in contact with cha to first understand the specific performance of the cha, and then it was ti for group confrontation. With classes as units, each class was responsible for combating one cha.
The instructor, with hands behind his back, nonchalantly sneaked a glance at the situation in the first class, wanting to see how much substance the legendary war hero had.
Then he saw the pilot co down, run to Wang Yunxiao, stand at attention, and salute.
“Hello, Officer!”
“No, no, please don’t call that.”
Wang Yunxiao hurriedly waved his hand: “I’m a student, and you’re the instructor. Here, I’ll follow your command.”
“What else is there for to command when you’re here?”
Liu Zhimao laughed heartily, glanced at the bewildered first-class students: “Actually, I don’t understand anything, I only know how to use them, not the design principles. You explaining it to them would be ten tis better than .”
“No, no, no, I don’t understand either, I’m just a temporary learner.”
“Stop being modest…”
“I really don’t understand.”
Wang Yunxiao spoke truthfully, he had only been in the equipnt departnt for a few days, and like Liu Zhimao, he only knew how to operate them without knowing the why. The Eight Trigram Yuan-Qi Furnace, the life support device’s waterproof system, the chain-saw sword and the blast bomb gun, he could only use them.
The initial design model of the Heavenly Armor had anti-dummy designs, a one-key start, and full automatic operation, requiring little thought.
If you asked Wang Yunxiao why it was designed that way, he wouldn’t be able to co up with anything at all.
As the two were politely refusing each other, a tall senior student ca over, staring straight at Wang Yunxiao, and said: “You’re Wang Yunxiao, right? I’m Wei Bao from Class Three of the third year. I heard you’re very skilled and I want to spar with you.”
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