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Blade Training Camp The short-term training program finally reached its last day. In the morning, there was still training content, a two-hour lecture on the theme of patriotic education.
Kuro Sijin personally took the stage, seriously holding several handouts. Before starting, he took off his watch to check the time and then placed it on the podium.
After a few simple opening remarks, Kuro Sijin began to talk extensively about the Red Fox Assault Team. Naturally, the trainees listened with great interest, occasionally bursting into laughter and applause.
“Have you heard of Blood Coagulation?” At a key point in his talk, Kuro Sijin paused for effect and pointed at Zhang Yang: “That Divine Doctor Zhang, you’ve studied under medical experts, have you heard of Blood Coagulation? Do you know about this type of tree?”
Seeing Zhang Yang shrugging his shoulders in confusion, Kuro Sijin continued proudly: “This tree is very tall, about thirty to forty meters high, with a trunk diameter of over a foot. The bark is gray and quite rough, and the leaves are oval-shaped. It can also bloom and bear fruit, which is purplish-red. Blood Coagulation refers to the sap of this tree.”
“One year when we were on a mission at the Southwestern Border, among a group of drug dealers, there were actually a few who used crossbow bolts smeared with this tree's milky sap on the tips. During our firefight, they got scattered, and someone shot a poisoned arrow that accidentally injured their own comrade. We had no idea how potent it was; when we went to check on the person who was hit, the blood immediately coagulated, followed by arrhythmia and suffocation—he died in no time!”
As Kuro Sijin spoke about the Red Fox Assault Team, he was animated and didn’t even glance at the handouts in front of him. Before he knew it, two hours had nearly passed.
At this moment, Kuro Sijin seemed to realize it as well; he looked down at his watch and then raised his head to say: “Uh, there are still five minutes left. The theme of our lecture is patriotic education. What is patriotism...” Kuro Sijin made full use of those five minutes to explain the importance and specific manifestations of patriotism before waving his hand: lecture concluded!
“Tonight at the cafeteria, let’s break our diet—drink whatever you want: white wine, red wine, beer. Tomorrow we’ll send you back home!” After saying this, Kuro Sijin didn’t take the handouts he brought and walked out on his own.
Liang Ming approached the podium and picked up the handouts. “Damn it, just blank paper...”
Zhang Yang followed him out. When Kuro Sijin heard someone coming after him, he turned around and saw it was Zhang Yang. He asked while walking: “So, how do you feel? My lecture isn’t worse than special training, right?”
“Very exciting! Especially your talk on Blood Coagulation, it really opened my eyes.” Zhang Yang walked alongside Kuro Sijin, emphasizing his words by pointing with his index finger.
“Ha ha, some things can’t be learned from books,” Kuro Sijin waved his hand seriously.
“Black Team, do you know the formal name of Blood Coagulation?” Zhang Yang suddenly asked.
“Well, I haven't really looked into it.”
“Blood Coagulation, also known as Poison Arrow Tree, is a Mulberry Family Plant. It is quite common in the Southwestern Border of Huaxia. In fact, if the poisoned person receives treatment in time, they can be saved. In the forests of the Southwestern Border, there is also a type of Red-Backed Bamboo Grass, with red-green leaves that are relatively long; this is the only wild plant that can counteract the poison of Blood Coagulation.”
“You brat, it sounds like you've spent a long time in the Southwestern Border. Damn, I really can't underestimate you!” Kuro Sijin's expression suddenly became a bit awkward as he quickened his pace.
“Take care, Black Team, drink a few more tonight,” Zhang Yang called out behind Kuro Sijin.
By evening, the cafeteria was filled with a joyful atmosphere. The trainees, who had been tense for two months, finally relaxed. Glasses clinked and voices rose; even Shi Qing and Qin Wen had drunk quite a bit of red wine. Zhang Yang had a high tolerance for alcohol, but after rounds of beer mixed with liquor, he started to sway a little while walking.
At some point, Kuro Sijin, Arrow, and others quietly slipped out.
“Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and let our shadows form three,” Zhang Yang raised his glass high, just about to down it when suddenly, all the lights in the cafeteria went out...
A fully armed team of trainers entered, equipped with high-performance Night Vision Goggles and sturdy Rubber Sticks.
The restaurant erupted into screams. Even though this group was elite and skilled, in their nearly drunken state, they had no strength to fight back. Zhang Yang took a hit on his arm first; his glass flew out of his hand and shattered against the wall.
With a sharp pain, Zhang Yang became slightly more alert. He immediately fell to the ground and tried to gather his energy to fight back, but under the influence of alcohol, he couldn't muster any strength. After two more hits on his shoulder and leg, in desperation, Zhang Yang suddenly swung his hand out. A stream of alcohol shot from his middle finger into the darkness, followed by a muffled grunt—someone had clearly been “hit.”
Zhang Yang felt a surge of joy as he adjusted his breathing. With both hands exerting force as before, he swung them back and forth again, shooting streams of alcohol in all directions. He had no idea how many training team members or trainees were hit. Before long, the cafeteria was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.
The wine was emptied, and Zhang Yang's spirit suddenly lifted. With his hands slightly clenched, two fireballs ignited playfully. Zhang Yang shot the fireballs diagonally upward, using the alcohol vapor in the air; the fireballs traced a line of flames, as if lighting up a long row of lamps in the cafeteria.
The training team members were startled. Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yang rushed towards the nearest team member's Night Vision Goggles. In the few seconds that the fireballs illuminated the area, a quick-reacting trainee lunged forward, grabbing hold of a nearby training team member, and they rolled into a heap.
Shouts echoed, accompanied by the sounds of slapping and tables crashing to the ground, and bottles shattering; chaos erupted in the cafeteria.
The lights blazed brightly, and a bell rang out as the training team members quickly retreated to form ranks. Most of the trainees were bruised and battered, gritting their teeth and standing up unsteadily.
"This is the last lesson of this short-term training at Blade Training Camp. It teaches you what it means to be overconfident, what it means to be careless, and that danger is always present," Kuro Sijin appeared before everyone, his face unusually serious. "In fact, I already warned you during this morning's lecture, but you still let your guard down. I meant sending you 'back home,' not just going home!"
"When facing an enemy, everyone knows to be on high alert. But what about when you're at your most relaxed? What about when you're with those closest to you? This is a question for you to ponder; if you enjoy this short-term training, you might see familiar faces again next time." Kuro Sijin said this and quietly observed everyone.
Everyone fell into deep thought...
The next day, on the flight back to Shanhai Province, Liang Mingzheng held a can of ice-cold cola, rolling it over his swollen face. "I say, when we get to Shanzhou, I'll treat everyone; Buddy sisters should have a feast first."
"Wow, it seems like we missed our report date." Zhang Yang suddenly remembered that Huaxia University of Political Science and Law started earlier than most schools. According to the schedule on the notice, classes had already begun for over a week.
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