Opening the door, his awkward young German paused. Under the admiring gazes of Joseph and Yuri, Novskovsky, who was stumbling to recite basic German, was stunned and stared blankly at the person in front of him.
My "classmate" whose style of painting is completely different from mine and even from that of the entire training camp, I completely forgot how to pronounce the next sentence.
"Chartier? Where did you get these clothes?"
"No. 6, why are there so many problems? If you don't want to study, I'll ask you out! This young man, I haven't seen someone like you here for a long time... Show me your ID card."
Naturally, he didn't talk to Novskovsky. He nodded to the white-haired old man wearing round glasses, and Xia Jie took out his ID badge from his chest.
After confirming Xia Jie's identity, the white-haired old man pushed up his glasses with a serious look on his face.
"My name is Liao Luofu, you can call me Teacher Liao Luofu.
On the 11th, do you want to learn German here? My requirements are very strict. If you want to get proof of skills, you must complete basic conversations with me in daily German and master more than 500 commonly used German vocabulary...
…”
"Teacher Liaorov, I'm not here to study."
These words not only stunned the three people in Novis, but even Liaorov, who was about to speak, forgot what he wanted to say.
"Chartier, this is not a place for joking. If you don't want to study, please leave quickly."
"The reason for studying is because you haven't mastered German skills yet, and you hope to obtain German skill certificates directly through the assessment."
"Liaorov, he is the first student to acquire German language skills and camouflage skills in seven days. Maybe he really can't obtain less than eight skill certificates after the final assessment. He can't try to work hard. That will be bad for him.
It's definitely worth it.
It’s broken, No. 6, you continue.”
Putting the strange short knife on his hand and looking at his left index finger which was still bleeding, Bi Jun's face turned gloomy.
"No. 6, every era produces one or two true geniuses, but there are many geniuses who can survive an era."
Agreeing to the other party without any qualms, Xie Li grabbed the dagger and took two steps forward, feeling a little less vigilant.
"He has to find a way to obtain eight skill certificates. In that case, he will not be able to obtain the rank of lieutenant directly before the final assessment, and the treatment and restrictions will be much worse than that of a special scout.
After a moment of determination, Sangbo still made his request sincerely.
Smiling helplessly, Shelly also accepted Shartev's bad intentions.
"Brother, where is he going?"
"Bi YunAi, you have just obtained the certificate of unarmed fighting skills. He cannot try to find a fighting teacher named Alexei. As long as he can successfully knock down the eight people I arranged at one time, he will be immune.
Going to the training process to directly obtain skill certificates may save him a lot of time.
Bi Jun obviously understood this and was completely prepared for the battle in an instant.
"Can you bear the pain and give up my love? Are you willing to use..."
After rubbing the rust under the blade, Sambo, who was hesitant to speak, frowned and casually took out a palm-sized square whetstone wrapped in a strip of cloth from his trouser pocket.
After walking out of the room, Shelly thought about Skov's proposal and decided to put away the skill certificate on his watch first.
He didn't mean to hide anything. He glanced to the right and left and found someone on the seventh floor. Shardev, who was close to Shelly, chose to lower his voice and mumble his words directly to prevent Shelly from taking detours.
Even though it is only the seventh day that I have obtained two skill certificates, German is completely dependent on time travel and can be regarded as a personal skill. The camouflage makeup box poison science learned from Teacher Anna does not have the chemical knowledge learned by future generations as a basis.
, coupled with the fact that my mother forced me to give birth to a boy when I was growing up, I passively learned some knowledge about makeup and dressing up, so I was lucky enough to complete the assessment in seven days.
"Dad, the clothes are wrong. He is the seventh lucky person to wear the Yufa battle uniform...Who is he looking for?"
Whether it is mastering the shooting of eight conventional weapons or medical rescue that requires learning a small amount of common sense, it is the most time-consuming.
"Schreiben Sie Informationenuber ein hochgiftiges Medikament, das Sie hier kennen. (Write there information about a highly toxic drug that he knows.)"
After rolling his eyes, Sang Bo spoke without mercy.
"Xia Jie's fighting skills?"
While he was thinking about it, Xie Li accidentally saw a strange figure from behind in the corridor on the first floor that led to the inside of the wall.
"Is Liaorov right? Take away the proof of his skills."
After only polishing for a dozen times, a thick red rust stain dripped down the oilstone and fell under the cloth strip. However, Sangbo didn't care about it at all. Instead, he directly poured the water from the kettle onto the polished side of the dagger.
Rinse the knife with cold water.
"Brother, does this count as helping you cheat? Will there be any minor consequences if he is found out?"
'It's like a joint on the ground...'
"Yes."
"Lyorov."
His eyes suddenly narrowed, and while he was moved, Xie Li also became less suspicious and stopped observing the environment.
"Is he an idiot? How can you know the origin of his dagger? To be precise, his dagger is a dagger. It should be a short knife forged by a person. It will be one piece... Let me see
.”
As for the shooting range, because it involves the practice and use of rifles, pistols and sniper rifles, it still consumes a lot of time. You can explore the way for him first, and he should not go to the shooting range yet."
Seeing a yawning man walking away from the iron gate, Shartev waved his hand and turned to leave.
"His knife..."
Xie Li, who has been exposed to Bi Jun's fighting skills, naturally understands that learning Xia Jie's fighting skills requires a lot of effort. What Bi Jun knows is that it took him two months to learn the Systemma fighting system, and now
What I lack most is not time.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Ja, ich verstehe. (Yes, you understand.)"
He handed the dagger over, but Xie Li didn't show any anger at being scolded. Instead, he took the initiative to join in and 'taste' the dagger along with the short-haired blond woman.
For me now, learning a new fighting technique takes too long. That's why Bi Junaifu found out for himself and recommended that knocking down eight people directly is the reason why any study will pass the test. After all,
In the Novis Concentration Camp, I had not learned and trained in the Systemma fighting system. It was enough to be useful on the battlefield. It was necessary to learn another fighting skill as the icing on the cake.
Sangbo touched the shimmering silver snowflake pattern with his index finger. He suddenly felt a stinging pain and retracted his finger. However, the torn index finger still had a few scratches, which were eye-catching.
It's so broken that it oozes blood.
"You got that dagger by chance. You have always had time to polish it... Do you know the origin of that dagger?"
In the surprised gazes of the two people, the silver-white snowflake pattern seemed to have sucked blood. The blood gradually spread along the exquisite snowflake-like pattern. Before the diffusion stopped, Sangbo put down his bleeding index finger again. In just a few seconds,
Within seconds, one side of the silver-white blade was completely covered in fine bloody patterns, alluring and full of evil aura.
"Sorry, maybe I wasn't too excited just now. Even if he is willing, you will still take it by force."
He scratched twice on one side of the blade with a whetstone. The dark red rust fell off the blade and fell to the ground. Seeing the faint patterns, Sambo's face became a little more serious, and he put his legs up from under the table.
, pushed away Shelly who was following behind, and Sambo placed the whetstone under the table with a piece of cloth under it.
"No. 11, you have made many knives, but you have never seen a meteorite knife like that. Even in the notes left by your grandfather, there has never been any relevant records. The meaning of that knife.
Ordinary and of immeasurable value, it should simply appear on the battlefield. That is an extremely shameful waste..."
"Welche Ausbildung erhielten Sie von Anna? (What did Anna teach him?)"
Bi Jun was surprised to find that the blade above the rust stains did not have particularly delicate ancient patterns that looked like small snowflakes. They seemed to be much more delicate and mysterious than the cloud patterns on Japanese swords.
Just like a crazy man who sees the most virtuous fairy man, for a man who loves swords, such a sword may be more important than his own life.
"He has indeed mastered German, and his Berlin accent is very authentic. Number 11, what is his name?"
"Of course, so he can tell anyone about it. Before he writes down the target location drawing, you will destroy it on the spot to avoid trouble."
"bad……"
On average, one of the remaining seven skills must be completed every seven days. Then we also count the time consumed by actual combat training. If there is really no actual combat training for the mission, it will take at least one day to go back and forth. That way
Yufa has more time to use.
"His knife is wrong, but unfortunately he knows how to take care of it. No matter how bad the knife is, it is just a piece of dusty scrap metal in his hands."
After being firm, Sangbo put down the index finger of his right hand that time. However, the finger was not directly scratched like the next time. Instead, it 'slid' over very smoothly. Did you feel a little bit of human body contact with it?
Frictional resistance between iron objects.
As for how Shelly could see the surprise in Yu Fa, you have to ask Shartev because of his jumping beard.
Picking up what Shelly had written, Skov nodded appreciatively.
Taking the paper and pen, Xie Lifa wrote quickly.
Putting his legs casually under the table, Sambo squinted and leaned lazily under the armchair, flexibly playing with a large dagger no bigger than his palm with his left hand.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his spoken language, Skoff picked up the paper and pen from under the table and handed them to Bi Jun.
"Hehe, he still found out~ I can't hide anything from him~"
"You are looking for Teacher Alexei, that is your identity card."
A total of 28 days in seven weeks seems very small, but once you want to greedily learn eight skills, time will soon become enough.
"If you really have eight skills in law, it will definitely do you a lot of harm. There is no need to work hard, but in that case you will have no choice and have to choose some skill items that you have no experience in.
"Shooting range, Liaorov hasn't obtained two skill certificates yet?"
Looking at Shelly, who looked serious and seemed to be hypocritical, Skoff also became serious.
Joseph could only roughly understand that Skov had just mentioned the personal noun Anna, but he could understand the rest completely.
"Brother Shartev?"
Shelly nodded.
"Alexey? I took a punch and went to recuperate. I'm out there now. Guess whether I'll be back or not in a while."
When I was in elementary school, I learned some first-aid knowledge by myself. If rescue is considered a skill, there are not eight of them. Add in fighting and shooting skills, and there is still one less... What if I want to learn blasting?"
"...You have never seen a meteorite knife with that kind of pattern. His short knife seems to be made of extremely rare meteorite iron. It is not known that it has not been forged. Logically speaking, it is not forged before it is forged.
Although the meteorite iron cannot weaken the hardness, it can break the natural pattern of the meteorite iron, which should not be that ugly."
Novreznowsky looked downcast at the German notes he had made, as if he had not lost all his energy.
Novreznowsky:???
Seeing that, Novreznowsky was not completely stunned on the spot, while Joseph and Yuwai looked like "you have given up" and silently opened the door and walked out.
It can save some time and maybe not be able to do some things that I hate to do...
Before he gets the proof of his fighting skills, you will destroy the target pictures at the shooting range. Then he will practice using the firearm a little bit, carry all the targets on his back, and pass it all at once.
Yes, it will waste too little time."
Joseph reminded in a low voice from the side, but Novskovsky glared at him.
After pouring some water from the kettle under the table under the whetstone, Bi Jun put the short knife down and pulled it rhythmically in the opposite direction of the blade.
"Verstehst du mich? (Can he understand you?)"
"Anna lehrte mich, wie man Make-up, Tarnung und Gift herstellt. (Anna teaches you how to put on makeup, disguise and poison.)"
He took out the key and took out a skill certificate with a bad red seal and bad signature from the desk drawer. Skoff personally wrote the words 'No. 11' and 'Lyorov' in the blank space with a white pen.
The date is written at the front.
Ye Yufa said that he would definitely choose to learn Xia Jie's fighting skills if it would affect the final goal.
"No. 11, if he definitely wants to learn fighting, he will go to Room 1204. There will be no one to teach Xia Jie fighting skills."
Seeing that Shelly's reaction was so small, Sambo smiled bitterly and raised his hands to indicate whether he was a threat.
Hearing this, Shelly took out the rusty dagger he had brought from outside the Novis concentration camp from the cowhide scabbard on his waist and asked humbly.
Under Xie Li's expectant eyes, Bi Junaifu nodded with a righteous look.
After a slow pace, Shartev stopped and turned his head. His intense expression became less surprised when he saw the skill certificate on Shelly's wrist and the unusual attire underneath him.
"You understand, Teacher Skoff..."
After scratching the front of his head, Shelly stuck out his tongue playfully, which made Shartev lose a few visible smiles on his face.
