Chapter 803: Dead of Night

Chapter 803: Dead of Night

Hrmm I think I went off on a tangent again, I should get back to training those brats.

Speaking of which one can never predict when an enemy will attack in war So maybe How about a night simulation?

With that decided, I immediately hopped off my comfy bed, and sought out the guard captain of this base, Sir Johnson. With his men, a night raid should be possible.

A little later, I got the mans approval -he was very supportive, in fact. Thus at an hour after midnight, when the kids were all sound asleep, a deafening explosion rocked the camp.

Some of the more alert students quickly threw on some clothes and ran out of their tents. On the other hand, there were those who were still rubbing their eyes in confusion, enjoying the light show outside their tents.

Soon enough, they did not even have the luxury of rubbing their eyes, as a bunch of masked men charged into their tents, swinging left and right without a warning.

Only a small portion of the students were able to mount a resistance, but they were clearly outmatched against the black masked men and their steel clubs

The students were all divided into tents of ten, with the ten of them forming a team.

Of the 100, only Ansom was able to break through the black masked men to reach the warehouse of the magitek armors, where I and an eager Sir Johnson were waiting.

The moment he noticed me, Ansoms face immediately lit up as if he met his savior. Instructor! Its an enemy attack! Our camp is under attack!

Just you?

The rest have been surrounded! We need to save them!

Seems like the students were wiped out I guess thats the best you can expect of a bunch of kids. Sir Johnson eyed the boy with a hint of contempt -a disdain borne from an old soldier looking at a bunch of freshies. However, was there anyone who wasnt a fresh soldier at one point?

On my part, I didn't even expect a single person to reach the warehouse. The fact that Ansom was here was a pleasant surprise.

The ones dressed as the masked men were naturally the subordinates of Sir Johnson. Everyone of them was a hardened veteran in their own right. Bare minimum, they were at least at the peak of one-star, with some even being three-stars. Having gone through the hell that was war, they were beyond fierce in a fight. In contrast, these pilot candidates were basically hovering around the two-stars and three-stars band of magisters. Under normal circumstances, the only way those soldiers could have won would be through an ambush or a desperate attack.

A veteran soldier couldnt be compared to ordinary bandits at all. The sheer aura they exuded from months of hell wasnt something that could be explained away so easily. There were even cases of lower-starred beasts running away in the sheer presence of such an ominous aura.

No more was this more apparent than in this age of swords and shields. A powerful general could easily influence the morale of the battlefield with his overwhelming aura. And emotions like fear were a plague that, once released, would spread like wildfire.

These elite students were nothing more than baby chicks to the hardened soldiers.

By the time I was brought to the resting area of the students, I learnt what it meant to be treated like dogs

The male students were all beaten on the ground. The female students were mostly cowering in the corner. As long as they didnt try to resist, they werent beaten up. As for those that tried, they were those boys on the floor.

Instrustor hel me

Unfortunately, that was seen as a form of resistance as well, and another beating for him

Yikes, thats a nasty face

In actuality, the troops had suffered some casualties as well, but they were more stoic about it.

Maybe weakness is contagious after all.

I think thats enough for today, have the healers come. I took this opportunity to glance at Ansom, his face black as the night. Report at eight in the morning, do not be late.

Yes, Instructor!

Regardless of how much those students were yelling at me in their hearts, I wasnt about to change my tactics. Hmph.