Chapter 95

"What do you think we will learn in our first training?"

On the way to the designated training ground, Farzad asked almin nearby:

"Sword? Fighting? Or will he teach us some ancient fighting skills?"

Amin shook his head.

"It's definitely not such an exciting thing. These trainings will take many years."

"You're really boring, you know?"

Murmured Farzad.

Since seeing Sol's amazing swordsmanship, everyone is full of expectations for the battle regiment instructor. However, the other party did not train them until an hour ago, but occasionally had a "sword fight" with soshyang.

Of course, it's impossible for everyone to tell the battle leader what to do, but everyone is eager to become a top swordsman.

This is the desire of any soldier - to become stronger.

Soon, they entered a lobby, the lights suddenly lit up, and then showed another lobby with rows of worktables and tools covered with dustproof cloth.

The team dispersed in doubt, and the young star soldiers walked aimlessly around.

"What is this?"

Said Ustad, taking a jar from a stool.

"Where's the weapon? There's only a pen!"

They found that the dust cover was a light pen and a piece of white paper.

"Is this the training ground?"

Asked another.

"Are we in the wrong place?"

"This is your destination."

A voice sounded, the recruits immediately stood at attention, and soshyan came out from one side.

"This is your training ground."

"What should we train, sir?"

A recruit named Calvin de Farell said.

At this time, a figure suddenly moved on the other side of the room, and the attention of these young star soldiers immediately focused on it, just as a group of raptors found the trace of prey.

"Your war chief is right."

Sol, who came out of the dark, said calmly:

"This is your training ground."

He then moved closer to the edge of the table.

"You should learn to write."

"Writing? Of course we can write!"

Farzad said and picked up a pen. At this time, a very rare pen is made of wood. Its head is composed of something similar to fine wool. It doesn't look strong at all.

"How can I defend the empire with this thing?"

There was a burst of nervous laughter in the crowd.

Sol just smiled, then came to Farzad, looked at the rebellious recruit and picked up a pen.

"If you think it's simple, you might as well write two words for me to see."

Farzad snorted, took the pen, and roughly soaked the whole pen head in black ink. The pen was like a poor branch in his hand.

But when he moved the pen to the white paper and didn't fall, the ink dots had spread on the white paper.

"Trouble."

With a grunt, Farzad threw the pen back, threw away the excess ink, and added a black arc to the ground, so he held the pen holder. Press the tip of the pen on the paper.

With a snap, the pen broke in the middle.

"What's this? It's not as hard as those old machine servants."

Farzad angrily threw the pen to the ground and complained.

"Instructor sol, I don't understand."

Sol handed over a new pen without saying a word.

"Don't you boast? Is bahsh Farzad a barbarian who can't write a word?"

"Who can't write!"

Farzad grabbed the pen and tried again.

This time he learned to be smart. He only touched a little ink, and then carefully moved the nib to the paper.

However, the tip of this pen becomes extremely soft after being stained with ink. Coupled with its special light weight, the star soldiers who are used to using heavy weapons feel as if they are writing with a feather.

Too hard, afraid to break the pen. If you don't use force, your hand will shake constantly. Moreover, the distance between the pen tip and the paper is not well controlled. There is a large ink stain on it, and you can't write the standard Tara text with thin font at all.

For a moment, he even froze, and fine sweat spots covered his forehead and cheeks, even dripping on the paper.

"Damn --"

He grabbed his right wrist with his left hand and dragged it slowly as if he were using a weapon.

With a snap, he broke the pen because he couldn't control the tension of his hand muscles in time.

"Hum!"

Farzad let out a low, depressed roar and left the broken pen on the table.

Obviously, he admitted that he couldn't do it.

Sol looked around and spoke to the crowd:

"As astat, you will fight countless times in the long years to come, but no battle will be as difficult as your own inner battle. Transformation surgery gives us superman power, but it does not give us real Superman mind and control. The great rebellion is the best example."

The recruits around nodded.

"The training you have received in the past teaches you to use your strength to the greatest extent, which can indeed make you a powerful weapon, but remember that no matter how powerful a weapon is, it will lose that day, so I hope you will become people who use weapons."

Recruits, look at me and I look at you. They have big eyes and little confusion.

"Stand in a circle! Look like a soldier. Don't look like a group of bandits!"

At this time, soshyang shouted. The recruits trembled and rearranged their positions as soon as possible.

Sol, on the edge of the table, picked up an unused pen.

"Combat skill is not a fancy skill to confuse the enemy or an acrobatic skill to make your actions look better. Its essence is to let you use the right power at the right time and save valuable strength as much as possible."

Sol stroked gently in the ink with the tip of his pen, then skimmed at the edge of the ink cartridge, held the pen holder with his index finger and thumb, and wrote a small line of standard Tara on the white paper in everyone's surprised eyes.

"Controlling power is far more complex than using power. A powerful soldier can wave them in the same way, whether his hand is a war hammer of more than 500kg or a hollow branch."

With that, he gently put down the pen and put the pen head on the edge of the cover of the ink cartridge.

"Ancient Tara, people used a word to describe this state, lifting heavy as light."

"Lift heavy as light..."

The recruits repeated this complex gaogoth language, even Farzad.