(I woke up too late, the next watch will be around one o 'clock in the afternoon ^ _ ^)
However, neither Gansus nor Ma Xiaoru laughed. Ma Xiaoru didn't laugh because she knew that Wang Tong's "sense of smell" was actually a premonition of danger, in other words, it was the feeling of killing intent. Ambush Zergs were relatively weak in terms of concealment, but in a battlefield where killing intent was everywhere, it would take a great deal of skill to be able to identify the killing intent that was directed at oneself.
Gansus did not laugh, because this was what a veteran warrior would say. Only those who had escaped death time and time again would know how to deal with Lurker Zergs. This was not something that could be learned from books, and he had personally killed more than ten Lurker Zergs before, relying on the warrior's "sense of smell"!
"Stop laughing, the only way to survive on the battlefield is to rely on your sense of smell. The first method only has a thirty to forty percent chance of success, and it's impossible to survive on the battlefield without a sense of smell. This isn't written in books, and no one will ever teach you, you'll only be able to accumulate your sense of smell on the battlefield. Half of you will be lucky if you're able to understand this!"
Gansus suddenly shouted, and the entire class immediately fell silent.
"Mr. Gansus, you're being biased, why do you think Wang Tong is right? Besides, how are you going to learn something like the sense of smell?" Someone immediately retorted. Obviously, not everyone was used to Gansus's teaching style, Ayrlarng had been lax for too long.
Gansus didn't get angry, instead, he pressed the switch, and the video played the correct way to deal with Ambush Zergs.
The team on the screen was advancing, but a person in the team that looked like the leader suddenly stopped, and instantly launched an attack, killing the Lurker Zerg before it could attack. Once the Lurker Zerg was discovered, and in a situation where there was no cover, it was actually a piece of cake.
Suddenly, everyone in the class went silent. "See, this is the correct way, in the military, only captains and above are able to reach this level!"
"Teacher, we are from the Command Faculty. We pilot spaceships, so we don't have many opportunities to experience actual combat!"
Gansus sneered, "That's right, Command Department, but the problem is that you have to look at the shooting rate of battleships, especially non-space battleships. These kind of battleships that patrol inside the planet have a shooting rate as high as 40%, which means that you have nearly a 50% chance of facing the friendly greetings of the insects. Before the rescue team finds you, you have to spend a few days with these insects. The Federation's efficiency is not as high as you think. If you don't have a bigshot father and don't have a high military rank, you better pray for yourself!"
The students were speechless. None of them were idiots since they were admitted into Ayrlarng. Even if they didn't accept Gansus's teaching method, they knew what the result would be.
This was the truth of battlefield survival that Gansus wanted to impart to his students, to minimize the lessons of bloodshed.
"Next up are the Bomb Zergs, they are what we call terrorists. They will explode once they get close to humans, and the way to deal with them is to chop off their heads before they explode. This is the position above, if you miss, you'll end up with a bang …"
Gansus made an exaggerated gesture as if he was about to explode. There was nothing much to say about the Bomb Zergs, most of the weaker ones would end up in a bad situation. However, as long as it was a squad, there would always be someone to take care of it.
Wang Tong knew how to deal with Zergs since he had a living teacher, Einherjar Wannabe. Einherjar Wannabe had a deep understanding of Zergs, but he didn't know many of the new Zergs. Therefore, after a few misunderstandings, Wang Tong had to rely on himself. His sense of danger was the only way to save his life.
Wang Tong only knew how to deal with Zergs by practicing his theories, and he had gained a deeper understanding of them. He would definitely greet them the next time he met them, and he wondered if the Zergs on Norton would miss him.
"Flamethrower Zergs, they are equivalent to our Heavy Armor Squad. They weigh more than five tons, and they can spit out scorching, corrosive flames that are deadly to humans and their Armor Suits. Even with the protection of METAL Suits, I advise you to stay away from them if you don't want to be roasted. These Zergs are protected by a thick hard shell, and their soft abdomen is close to the ground. Only when they spit out flames will they show their weakness." Gansus pointed at the screen and said, and then a video of the destructive power of the Flamethrower Zergs was played.
A group of Fighters wearing Level 1 METAL Suits were instantly melted by the flames, their GN Force was not enough to withstand such a powerful attack.
It would be better if all of them died, but it would be worse if they were half-dead. One of the Fighters was hit by the flames, and he could only watch helplessly as his lower body turned into ashes.
This was the real battlefield, and not only heroes were born. Behind every hero were thousands of people, and this was the true meaning of being a famous general.
The bell rang, and Gansus walked away while dragging his injured left leg. Perhaps the freshmen had finally understood the cruelty of the battlefield, and they had to stay alive to make a name for themselves.
No one knew what kind of Zerg had taken away Gansus's left leg, but the freshmen respected him from the bottom of their hearts. After all, only those who had survived the battlefield had the right to say that.
Wang Tong had learned a lot, and he had learned the structure of these Zergs, which would allow him to unleash his full potential in battle.
"Wang Tong, how did you know about this method?" The one who found Wang Tong was the F-Class student, Karl, who had refuted Gansus earlier. He was a rebellious fellow who had always been doing things his own way.
"Haha, I've read about it from a book, and Mr. Gansus told me about it, I think it's true," Wang Tong said.
"It's my fault, I apologize," Karl said without hesitation. Normally, people wouldn't apologize even if they were in the wrong at this time, but Karl was very straightforward.
"Don't worry, we're all classmates, there's nothing to hide."
Wang Tong wasn't a stingy person, and he knew that Karl had said that because he didn't understand the so-called sense of smell. In Wang Tong's eyes, Karl was one of the more unique students in the F-Class, even though he was weaker.
"Not bad, I've heard about your sense of smell, but I've never had the chance to practice it." Ma Xiaoru walked towards Wang Tong and Karl after they finished their conversation.
"Don't exaggerate, it's easy to form Soul Energy when it reaches a certain level, and it won't be a problem for you since you're practicing the Tactics of the Enchantress. What Mr. Gansus said was for most of the ordinary soldiers, their Soul Energy couldn't reach that level, and most of them had to rely on their instinct to sense killing intent." Wang Tong said calmly. He could understand Gansus's feelings, he was angry because he didn't want his student to die in vain.
Some people were like this. They would rather be misunderstood by others than do what they felt was right.
"Oh right, do you know what Mr. Gansus used to do?" Wang Tong asked.
"I'm not sure about that, but you can ask Sis this weekend, she should know." Ma Xiaoru said, but she was actually inviting Wang Tong.
Wang Tong nodded, and Ma Xiaoru was a little disappointed. She was sure that Wang Tong wasn't thinking about her at this moment. Sometimes he would be nice to her, and sometimes he would ignore her, which made Ma Xiaoru's mood fluctuate, as if he was the one practicing the Tactics of the Enchantress.
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