Everyone stared blankly as Lin Fan and Jurgen returned. The staff also deactivated the training ground's magnetic field and collected the nonlethal weapons.
"I've lived this long and never seen anyone run while firing a bolter machine gun over their shoulder. Don't your organs hurt?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine."
Lin Fan casually answered the staff a few times, then stood with his hands on his hips and looked at the silent Valhallans.
"You lot over there! I'm already done and you're still gambling? And you, whoever you are—I saw the tickets in your hand! Tonight, you'll each do an extra worksheet! No sleeping until you finish!"
"Ahh! Sir!"
The Karmaklans all looked miserable. They hunched their necks and fell silent, and the exchange of betting tickets stopped as well.
"All right, Valhallan soldiers, is there anything else you want to say?" Lin Fan waited for a while and found no voices of objection. He continued, "Since no one has anything to say, it's settled. All companies will be mixed together, and we'll have classes in the evenings. Confessor Delia, Signalwoman Rebecca, Commissar Cain, and I will decide what you study each day."
Lin Fan patted Commissar Cain on the shoulder. "How about you and I have a match? I remember you're pretty good in close combat, and you even beat an Ork warboss."
Commissar Cain smiled faintly, still wearing that confident, humorous expression. "I think you're the stronger one. After all, I can't carry a heavy bolter. If I could do that, I wouldn't need my sword."
"All right, all right, I know you're being modest. I know you best." Lin Fan nudged Commissar Cain with his elbow, looking like he understood him completely.
He knew Commissar Cain's personality and capabilities. He was a coward with seven or eight points