Cornell Haney's expression remained rigid, as he looked at Barrett Walker's playful demeanor and harshly slammed the table, saying, "The matter of human life is not over yet!"
The five people looked back at Cornell Haney in shock, wondering what to do. Was he going to burn bridges? Barrett Walker turned back in confusion, looking at Cornell Haney. Logically, he hadn't offended him at all! Why was Cornell Haney targeting him like this? Barrett Walker calmly said, "What do you want? Speak!"
"Go away! You have no sense of humor." Cornell Haney's extremely stiff face suddenly relaxed, and he coldly waved his hand.
The group of people were sweating profusely. Was this his idea of humor? They would rather not have it! As they walked out of Cornell Haney's office, they finally realized, and burst into laughter. That humor was quite cold indeed! Inside the office, Cornell Haney heard the laughter outside. His stiff face finally showed a slight curve at the corners of his mouth, although it was uglier than crying. But at least he finally smiled, didn't he?
When the group walked out of the office, it felt like they had just woken from a dream. When they were in the office, facing the criticism of so many people, they truly wanted to die to save the reputation of the War God Academy. But as they watched the deans come in to protect them, they felt so grateful! It was worth it, even if they died. But in the end, they didn't die, all thanks to Barrett Walker's efforts!
"I heard that the new students in your class are very strong, with some even comparable to our seniors. I don't know why the principal personally recruited you, but I imagine you have exceptional qualities. However, the competition between each department in each year is extremely fierce, and each advisor has a death quota. I hope to see you return safely after the military training!" Frill Victor patted Barrett Walker's shoulder, showing empathy as they had all been through this ordeal. He stepped forward at a critical moment, not just for himself, but also for the other five people who benefited from his actions. So, their gratitude was palpable.
"Frill Victor is right. There are two thresholds at the War God Academy. One that makes you a true student of the academy, and one that allows you to truly leave the academy. The number of people who have died on these two thresholds is far too high. I believe that with your abilities, you aim not only to enter the academy, but to compete for the top spot in the entire year. Remember, if you're not number one, we will unite to drive you out!" Linden patted Barrett Walker's shoulder, speaking with a serious tone.
"Don't worry! I haven't had any misfortune in the past." Barrett Walker said smugly, but he was also curious about the so-called military training. His heart was also stirred, wondering what would happen at the War God Academy's military training.
The moon was cold as a knife, the grass was strong as an arrow. Barrett Walker saw what the so-called military training would be like. Nearly ten thousand new students were taken into the deep mountains and forests. The car drove along the mountains until, at last, even sitting in the narrow and stuffy car, he began to feel the temperature dropping. The climate in the deep mountains was very pleasant, but looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't find any sense of vacation.
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All around were concrete bunkers and tall city walls, with armed soldiers on the walls. This was not a branch of a school, but a veritable fortress. It was said that this was the true school of the War God Academy. Barrett Walker couldn't help but mock himself, no wonder the rumors outside said that the War God Academy was just for show, and that the real essence was inside.
The people in the car were all driven out, and their luggage was thrown from the car. Looking at these arrogant people, they were all graduates of the War God Academy. The War God Academy could truly be called an independent kingdom.
"A group of fools," Barrett Walker thought to himself as they stepped off the bus. Despite the moonlight illuminating their surroundings, blinding lights suddenly shone down from the high walls on either side, making it difficult for them to open their eyes. Several men in military uniforms approached, standing with rigid posture, each step measured as if with a ruler.
Barrett felt the weight of their authority, realizing this was no mere military training, but rather akin to being imprisoned. They were not divided into classes, only separated by gender. Watching the men in the distance receive the same treatment, Barrett smirked. It seemed they were in for a tough time ahead, but compared to the training he endured from Mas Walker in his youth, this was nothing.
"Five minutes to find your dorm, get settled, and report back to me," the man with camouflage paint on his face and tactical gear announced, glancing at his wristwatch. He introduced himself as Benjamin Black, their senior, but here he was their drill instructor. As this was their first offense, he assured them no live ammunition or riot control rounds would be used.
Before he could finish speaking, small mounds suddenly rose from the ground, causing the instructors to step back just in time to avoid the barrage of gunfire. The sound of plastic bullets hitting their targets filled the air, causing some to curse, while others ran towards the dormitory building without sniper fire.
Barrett, relatively unscathed, made his way to the dormitory early. As he sorted through his belongings, he noticed others entering with bruised and angry faces. One individual, with long hair, complained about Barrett taking the best bunk. Ignoring the confrontation, Barrett declared that competition was at play, and if anyone could best him, he would move.
As Barrett left, the others, still reeling from the impact of the riot rounds, muttered about his arrogance and the oppressive nature of the school. Not even acknowledging the person he had kicked out the window, they quickly exited the dormitory and headed for the training ground.
"Marvelous! It is quite astounding that it took you all ten minutes to find your own teams. Did I not instruct you to organize everything within five minutes? This encompasses standing in formation and receiving inspection from the officers. Have you achieved that?" Benjamin Black glanced at his watch, the light from the high wall casting a harsh and yet gentle glow, dispelling the cold and soft moonlight, creating an atmosphere of ferocity and rigidity. Benjamin Black's smile and the military unit standing behind him weighed heavily on the hearts of the new recruits of the 015th cohort, making it almost unbearable for them to breathe. What does this maniac want to do? He better not come up with any more pranks! They are already exhausted, they should go back to sleep after this training!
"Do you all really want to sleep? Alas! It's a pity, I also want to sleep, but I have to accompany you all. I have no intention of sleeping tonight." He did not seem like a military man at all, smiling and carelessly raising his head to gaze at the moon. However, the strong light shining down from above made it impossible to see clearly. Suddenly, he felt an outpouring of poetic inspiration: "Ah! This endless night, I have no intention of sleeping, I raise my head to the sky, the moon is so round, look at the time, time passes so slowly..."