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Chapter 116 Scented Bullets

"I want to learn the third of the nine movements of the stars, grazing." Sheila said.

"Okay." Ask said, "How much do you know about the Nine Forms of the Stars?"

"Zero." Sheila said frankly.

When he was in Constantinople, Asker once trained everyone in the team on the nine postures of the stars. Unfortunately, no one learned it - everyone thought mathematics was too difficult.

At that time, the little empress Theodora had not yet joined.

"Are you familiar with mathematics?" Asker asked, "Are you familiar with polar equations and calculus?"

"You know a little bit." Sheila asked in surprise, "Do you need to know mathematics to learn the nine postures of the stars?"

"How about calling it geometric swordsmanship?" Ask asked with a smile, "Do you still want to learn it?"

"Learn." Sheila said.

"The shooting trajectory of most long-range weapons can be regarded as a straight line." Asker drew out his long sword and said, "Imagine that there is someone shooting at you from the front, then its shooting trajectory will be a straight line in the air.

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"You can avoid this straight line, but it means that you are restricted by the straight line. If the number of straight lines continues to increase, two, three... until all the lines are densely packed together, forming a cage without flaws, you will

Will be locked tightly in a cage."

"So what you do is, you cut those lines."

"Cut off?" Sheila asked.

"It's not cutting off, it's cutting." Asker said, "Don't forget that they are not ordinary lines. They are actually made up of countless moving points. What you have to do is to use the shortest distance in the shortest time.

Path, use a sword to break all moving points, and the calculation process is first the line and then the point. This involves dimensionality reduction, which requires the use of derivative and calculus skills..."

He reported dozens of basic formulas and asked Sheila to write them down: "These formulas are the basis for your calculations. However, if mental arithmetic and math are required in battle, nearly a thousand auxiliary formulas are needed to help you with your calculations."

"Nearly a thousand? So many!" Sheila was immediately surprised.

"Not all formulas need to be memorized," Asker said, "but the more you remember, the faster and more accurate your calculations will be."

On the other side, Aske has handed over the training work for the girls to adapt to firearms warfare.

"The regiment commander has asked Alfred to clear out all irrelevant personnel in the nearby trenches. In the next few days, they will be used as our war adaptation site." Mi'er said, "It will be used to train everyone on how to dodge shooting."

"Can I ask?" Medea suddenly felt some subtle malice, "What is the specific training plan?"

"It's very simple." Mi'er said, "Your goal is to enter the trench from that position and then come out from this end. During this process, in addition to attacking me, you can use any extraordinary ability."

"I won't go into the trenches, but I will patrol nearby. If you are exposed to my sight, I will shoot at you. The ammunition is a special rubber anti-explosion bullet with a special dye in it."

"Those who are hit by ammunition are considered dead. They need to leave the trench immediately and return to the starting point to start over." Mi'er introduced.

Well, it doesn't sound suspicious, so what was that malicious intent just now?

Medea subconsciously read minds again, and it has almost become her instinctive operation.

"Why did you think of using the juice of Norman's pickled herring to make dye? The leader is really a weirdo. Fortunately, the bullet didn't let me process it. Otherwise, I have to forget it quickly..."

Norman pickled herring? What is that? Medea tried to continue reading her mind, but found that Mier seemed to be extremely resistant to this term, and there was no relevant association with this word in her surface consciousness.

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"Does this little princess really have the talent to learn the Nine Swords of the Stars?"

Ask was surprised.

He raised Aphrodite and fired, click, click, click, shooting at a slightly slower rate. Sheila drew her sword and swung it in the wind, deflecting all the bullets.

The long sword she was using at this time was Eleanor's sword mixed with blood-patterned steel. It was hard enough to withstand the impact of regular bullets. However, Asker could see clearly that the angle of Sheila's sword swing was extremely clever.

Each time it hit the side of the bullet.

After only blocking six or seven bullets, Sheila began to pant a little, and her right arm hung down numbly. The Nine Star Styles required extremely high concentration and muscle control, and her body could not bear the long-term use of swordsmanship.

, it is already somewhat overloaded at this time.

However, she did use the Nine Star Styles.

The process of learning extraordinary swordsmanship can be described metaphorically as chasing a girl.

Getting the idea seed directly like Peggy is equivalent to a blind date, which is easier to succeed; holding a book and reading like Eleanor is equivalent to online dating, which is much more difficult.

However, whether it’s a blind date or online dating, success in the end depends on compatibility. If a girl doesn’t have feelings for you, then it’s useless no matter how tall, rich, handsome and licking you are.

Because Asker had learned it in his previous life, he was chasing after his ex-wife in this world, so he quickly mastered the Nine Star Styles as soon as he got them. On the contrary, Sheila, who had never learned any swordsmanship before, was able to master the Nine Star Styles in one afternoon.

It can only be said that her compatibility with this swordsmanship has reached a terrifying level.

However, learning is one thing, but exerting the power of swordsmanship is another matter. Just like when a girl is in love, she just says she likes her, but when she gets married, she starts to manage money and care about money, rice, oil and salt.

In order to exert 100% of the power of the Nine Star Styles, it requires extremely strong physical fitness, as well as the entire sequence of the "Weapon Master" bloodline. Sheila herself is a supernatural person who is partial to the spiritual system. Her physical fitness cannot keep up, and she does not have the corresponding extraordinary ability.

Sequence, after learning the Nine Star Styles, he is like Linghu Chong who has not solved the problem of internal strength.

In an emergency, it's okay to use this swordsmanship to protect yourself. If you want to rely on it to truly develop combat effectiveness and challenge big guys like Asker, it's absolutely impossible to practice hard for three to five years.

Who told her to choose the bloodline of an arcane mage in the first place?

Tsk, what a pity, this little princess could have become a genius swordsman.

"Asker, how did I learn?" Sheila was a little nervous.

Of course she knew that her physical strength could not keep up, and she was also worried that it was because she did not have enough mastery of swordsmanship that she was depleting her physical strength too quickly.

"Well, just so-so." Asik gave a moderate evaluation, fearing that she would be proud.

Sheila lowered her head in disappointment.

"You still have to practice harder." Asik winked at her, "I need to improve my physical fitness first."

"Well!" Silla's eyes immediately regained their luster, "Go for it!"

When the two returned to the edge of the trench, they saw Mier walking leisurely and leisurely around the edge of the trench, holding a rifle.

"How's the training going?" Ask greeted the half-elf girl.

"It's pretty good." Mi'er said, "Everyone's tactical thinking in dealing with firearms has been significantly improved."

"Has anyone successfully passed through this trench?" Asker asked.

"That's not the case yet." Mi'er replied, "The main reason is that their vomiting sounds are too obvious and I always hear them when they are sneaking."

"Vomiting?" Sheila blinked strangely, inexplicably feeling that she seemed to have escaped an unknown disaster.

"Yes, vomiting." Mi'er said seriously, "As a punitive incentive, Asker specially selected a flavored bullet."


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