No matter how upset they were with Iger, Carl and his friends had to follow him back to the streets of Punk Fortress.
Iger seemed to have noticed their gloomy expressions. While walking, he smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Shouldn't you be happy about your victory? Why do you look so betrayed?"
"Instructor Iger… You call that battle a victory?" Carl retorted in a low voice, his voice carrying deep dissatisfaction.
Iger stopped in his tracks after hearing his reply. He turned around to look at Carl. "Why can't I call it a victory? The Zergs have a time limit of thirty minutes to attack Punk Fortress every time, and your mission was to guard the Fortress. As long as you didn't let the Zergs break into the Fortress within those thirty minutes, you could consider it your complete victory."
"But we didn't kill all of the invading Zergs! We even let them kill so many of our soldiers…" Carl rebutted him, eyes widened in disbelief.
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Iger left as soon as he watched Carl and his friends finish recording their irises, even complaining about how troublesome they were and how he still had many things to do as he did.The three friends then entered the dorm room as ordered.Iger was right. They were new to Punk Fortress and nobody knew them yet. If they were allowed to roam around, there would be a lot of trouble awaiting them.They had no choice but to stay inside their dorm room and wait for Iger to finish his work and bring them out.The first thing they did after entering the dorm room was wiping their eyes. That was because the layout of the room was nearly identical to their room in Brightwood Camp."Hey, look at this table, this chair… If it wasn't for the encrypted door, I would have thought that we're still in Brightwood Camp!" John kept clicking his tongue in wonder as he looked around.Carl and Rio rolled their eyes. They found t
With Kyd stopping Carl from pursuing the matter, the latter had no choice but to give up finding out about how to learn close-combat battle skills.Kyd also ended their dialogue in satisfaction after getting Carl's assurance that he would work hard on mastering the Shooting-combating Skill, allowing him to go back to sleep.Carl and his friends were exhausted from their two battles earlier in the day. Even their War Spirit power had been depleted three to four times. The fatigue resulting from such depletion of power could not be eliminated so easily.By the time Iger finished his troublesome errands and returned to the dorm room, the sky was gradually turning dark."Huh? These kids are sure fast asleep." He chuckled after hearing the distinct snoring inside the room. He did not bother waking them up.When Carl woke up from his deep sleep the next day, he was surprised to find that John and Rio were sitting on their be
"That's about it. Rather than telling you so much about it, you might as well spend more time on training. Remember: improving your strength is key!""Got it!" Carl and his friends replied with a solemn expression. As Iger said, there was no point saying anything now. Now that they had come to Punk Fortress, they did not need to consider much other than constantly fighting and improving themselves."It's getting late! Let's go! I'm putting you under Bill's wing for now. That old man is hot-tempered but his strength and experience are undeniable!"Thus, the three of them followed Iger through the countless streets inside Punk Fortress and returned to the defense area under Bill's supervision.Hearing the noise on the wall, John exclaimed, "Wow! It's pretty lively up there!""Hmph, the fort defense mission is a 24-hour affair. Those bugs won't give up attacking just because it's nighttime.""What? They'll st
After a while, Carl finally reached the shooting range in Punk Fortress. Considering that the fort defense mission was still ongoing, he thought that there would not be many people at this hour.To his surprise, he walked right into a bustling scene that betrayed his expectations.Unlike the streets outside, the constant sound of bullets being fired filled the air. From the sound of it, at least a hundred people were training their marksmanship at the same time."Why is it so crowded… Back in Brightwood Camp, there was virtually no one at the shooting range…" Carl murmured as he walked deeper into the shooting range.It seemed that he had underestimated the importance of marksmanship to ordinary soldiers. These soldiers did not have powerful War Spirits to help them, after all.The only thing that they could rely on was their Kalin machine guns and an assortment of ammunition. That was their only assurance against the
"Shut up, all of you!" First Lieutenant Trevor shouted in anger, plunging the noisy shooting range into silence."What strong courage and might," Carl thought, widening his eyes. He tried his best to control his body because he realized that his legs were getting soft after hearing First Lieutenant Trevor shout.When it was calm again, First Lieutenant Trevor looked at Carl calmly and asked, "Why do you need to train at the shooting range? Most War Spirit warriors do not need to come to the shooting range."Carl nodded and conjured his War Spirit weapon, Massacre, on his right hand. "My War Spirit is a long-range shooter. That's why I need to practice my marksmanship," he replied seriously.A commotion swept the group of soldiers. They looked like they were going to mock Carl again, but did not because First Lieutenant Trevor was around. They could only try their best to repress their feelings and not let them show.Tr
"I'll go first!" Carl shouted angrily. He was confident in his Snap Shooting-combating Skill. He did not think that he would lose to an ordinary soldier like Drizzt in this shooting range."I swear on my dignity and several months of tough training that I'll defeat Drizzt here!" he thought.Trevor sneered after hearing Carl's reply. He nodded, agreeing to Carl's request.Drizzt walked over to them. The crowd had emptied two booths for them. Drizzt smiled at Carl and said, "You can use your War Spirit weapon but you can still only use 20 bullets!""I'll just use the most ordinary Korta gun…" Drizzt grabbed a Korta gun in a well-practiced movement and smiled at Carl.Carl snorted. Without wasting time, he stretched his right hand. With a burst of silver light, his War Spirit weapon, Massacre, appeared in front of everyone."What a good weapon!" Drizzt sighed emotionally after seeing his gun.The
Carl's resentful expression was evident for all to see but Drizzt did not take it to heart at all. He continued to smile as if Carl was giving him a look of encouragement instead of a look of hatred."All right! Since Carl has no objections, Drizzt can go next!" Trevor continued to act as the judge of the competition.He even gave Drizzt a look, telling him with his eyes: "You'd better shoot properly if you don't want me to sort you out later!"Drizzt grinned and picked up a loaded Korta gun. With a smile, he said, "Carl, are you ready? I'm about to start now!"Carl stood beside him with a rather awkward expression. Drizzt had made it clear that Carl could disturb him all he wanted because he was not all concerned.The calmer and more unperturbed Drizzt looked, the angrier Carl became."Hmph! Since you disturbed me, I'll also disturb you! And I can give you an even bigger disturbance!" Carl thought. He beg
Carl smiled wryly at Kyd's words. He thought that he had gotten somewhere with his Snap Shooting-combating Skill.He thought that even if he was not a master of shooting, he could at least be included in the ranks of experts.First, it was Kyd teaching him a lesson in his battle against the six-legged bug with iron armor. Then, it was Drizzt showing off his incredible shooting techniques when he was preparing to train at the shooting range.Carl could feel his head spinning after absorbing two lessons in such a short time.Kyd was still staring at him without saying anything, seemingly determined to get an answer out of Carl whether the latter liked it or not.Carl had no choice but to answer with a wry smile, "I know what my mistakes were. I took things for granted after practicing the Snap Shooting-combating Skill for a while. There are always people better than I am. I didn't think that there'd be a person with such