On Saturday morning, eighty-six students from Eighth High School who participated in the actual training, led by Han Zhen, Lin Hong and six other martial arts teachers, took the floating bus arranged by the school and arrived at Garrison Base outside Antu City on the edge of Wilderness Zone.
Several school buses from other schools have been parked at the base, and some students who arrived earlier are preparing under the leadership of their respective teachers.
Compared with the huge team of No. 8 High School, the number of participants in these schools is obviously much smaller, and the largest one only has five people.
"When you get to a place like this, you feel like you don't dare to speak too loudly." Standing in the student gathering area specially designated by the garrison, Li Biao looked around, subconsciously lowered his voice, and sighed to his best friends beside him.
Chen Mochuan nodded slightly and glanced at the surrounding sentries with neat military appearance and unblinking eyes, as well as the phalanx of soldiers training on the playground in the distance, with uniform movements and loud shouts.
Being in this solemn and iron-blooded military base, there was an inexplicable pressure lingering in his heart.
This pressure is not due to nervousness or fear, but a kind of respect that naturally arises when facing this group of soldiers who have built a defense line with their flesh and blood and silently protected their homeland.
It was the first time for most students to step into a real military base. Although they were novel and excited, they were also a little cautious. They chatted among themselves in low voices, guessing what the next actual combat training would be like.
At this moment, another large floating bus landed smoothly in the base.
"It's First High School's person."
"There are so many of them here!"
"I'm afraid there are 140 or 50 people, right?"
Amid the whispers of No. 8 High School students, First High School teachers and students got off the bus one after another.
Not long after, a middle-aged man who looked like the teacher leading the team left the team and walked straight towards the area where No. 8 High School was.
"Old Han, I haven't seen you for a while." The visitor approached and greeted with a smile. The target was Han Zhen.
"Didn't we just drink together during the Chinese New Year? It's only been a few days?" Han Zhen looked a little helpless on his face.
The visitor's name is Zhang Shaoze, he is the class teacher of the Martial Arts Department's key class in the current senior year of high school Antu City First High School. He is also Han Zhen's college classmate and long-time friend.
The two have a close personal relationship, but they happen to belong to the only two provincial model high schools in Antu City, and they both shoulder the important task of cultivating top students in the Martial Arts Department.
This deep friendship naturally "extended" to work and evolved into a tacit understanding of healthy competition. There were often "competitions" over teaching results and student performance.
However, in recent years, due to factors such as student sources and resources, the overall performance of No. 8 High School Martial Arts Department is indeed slightly inferior to First High School. As a result of this "competition", Han Zhen often loses more and wins less.
Fortunately, both of them are very sensible, and the so-called "luck" is nothing more than a casual meal, for fun, and to enhance their relationship.
"How about it, the old rules?" Zhang Shaoze said with a smile, "Look at this practical training, which student performed better? The loser will have a meal."
"Don't do this!" Han Zhen refused without thinking. "If you want me to treat you, just say so. You First High School have over a hundred people here, and I won't compete with you."
"Harm--I didn't say anything about comparing the total score, but how about comparing the average score this time. Isn't this fair?" Zhang Shaoze was already prepared.
Han Zhen's eyes were sharp, and he quickly scanned the dark group of students First High School, as if he was looking for something. After a few seconds, he looked away and asked, "Twin Stars's pair from your class are not here?"
"Oh, they two," Zhang Shaoze waved his hand and explained in a casual tone, "they were called away by our principal the day before yesterday, mysteriously, and they haven't come back yet. They will definitely not be able to make it in time for this practical training.
Hearing the other party's confirmation, Han Zhen's eyes flashed with joy and he immediately said, "Ten meals! If you agree, I will accompany you to compare the average this time."
"Ten meals?" Zhang Shaoze was obviously stunned for a moment, then he reacted and looked at Han Zhen thoughtfully, "Suddenly placing such a big bet, it seems that you have a lot of confidence in the Chen Mochuan---- in your school."
"Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you if you dare?" Han Zhen did not answer, but just urged, "The officers from the base have come over, and the mobilization will start immediately. Please give me a happy word!"
Zhang Shaoze quickly calculated in his mind: Even excluding the strongest "Twin Stars", First High School's overall strength this year's Martial Arts Department students is still significantly stronger than No. 8 High School. In the city's unified examination at the end of the last semester, First High School accounted for 57 of the top 100.
There are only 32 people at No. 8 High School, which is proof.
Chen Mochuan, who ranked third in the city, is very strong, but the average score is based on overall strength. He doesn't believe that one person can turn the situation around.
Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat and he nodded. "Okay! Ten meals will be ten!"
Seeing that the garrison officers were already in place, Zhang Shaoze stopped staying and quickly returned to First High School's team.
After a while, a middle-aged officer with a capable short hair and a majestic figure walked to the open space in front of all the teachers and students.
He did not use any amplification equipment, but his voice was steady and loud, spreading clearly throughout the entire gathering area.
"I am the chief officer of this base, Ou Zeming, and I am responsible for the actual training of all students today.
His eyes were like lightning, scanning the young faces in front of him that were nervous, excited, or calm.
"I believe your teacher has repeatedly warned you about the things you should pay attention to. I will only emphasize a few points here."
"First, the ultimate goal of Martial Warrior practice is to defend our country and our compatriots! Today's actual combat training is a preview of your future battlefield. The base will try its best to ensure your safety, but this is not a playground, and there is no absolute safety in the wilderness. Accidents can happen at any time, and the risk of injury or even sacrifice is always there!"
His words had a metallic texture and struck everyone's heart, causing the excitement on many students' faces to fade away and be replaced by solemnity.
"Second, your mission is to hunt down as many Ferocious Beast as possible in the designated area to obtain points.
But the premise is that self-preservation must always be the top priority! Act according to your ability and retreat in time without shame! Blindly advancing blindly and ruining your life is the biggest failure!"
"Third," Ou Zeming's tone slowed down slightly, but became more profound, "I believe that since you have chosen the path of martial arts, you have practiced hard day and night since junior high school, sweating and sweating, just for today, so that you can truly grasp the power and take responsibility in the future. Fear is instinct, but overcoming fear and tempering yourself in controllable risks is the only way for you to grow. Remember what you have learned and stay calm so that you can show your strength."
He paused for a moment, letting his last words, with heavy power, be imprinted in everyone's ears. "I hope that everyone can return safely."