95 Techniques Originate from Hard Work (1/2)

The drills for the machinery maintenance camp had finished. These cadets were unlike those from the special forces camp; their main training was to become familiar with and grasp hold of the structures and important maintenance points for the current active weapons and equipment. In the upcoming war, those engineers who only had theoretical knowledge and lacked practical experience would definitely be scolded to the extent of dog’s blood being poured over them [1]. The soldiers from the combat units did not have a good temper, and if these engineers did not repair their mechas well, then these engineers would only be scolded. If the engineers spent too much time repairing, they would be scolded too.

Major Hanks was not a very tall officer. He had been a soldier for close to ten years and could be considered an expert in machinery maintenance. From appearances alone, he did not seem like a Major officer and instead looked more like a middle-aged farmer with a thick pair of hands and shoulders. Previously, he had seen how Fatty was laughing like crazy by the side, and after enduring for half a day, he handed the cadets to Fatty once his training ended and went on delightfully to watch those special forces cadets training.

Those special forces cadets were truly angered to the point of smoke coming out from their orifices. A fatty just went off, and now, another silly person came. This vengeance was becoming deeper and deeper.

In the machinery maintenance camp, other than several old soldiers who had switched to this profession halfway through, fundamentally, the others were new cadets who passed the admission into the course Design and Manufacturing of Battle Mecha and Weapon Equipment. The theory would be grasped by them in the future, and since there were few who had undergone maintenance training before, he would give them a shallow overview and let them watch what this profession was all about.

This was the first time Fatty acted as an instructor, and the training methods and curriculum did not come from the manual as well. This was entirely his personal teaching method, clearly showing how he wasn’t that responsible in teaching the cadets.

Using an electronic pen, he casually drew on the virtual whiteboard the parts of a BG-17 model Federation standardized energy rifle and the procedures of assembly and disassembly. After that, he demonstrated how to disassemble them and assemble them once before leaving the rest for the cadets to fumble with themselves by looking at the blueprint.

That time, Fatty had taught himself in a similar fashion. The assembling of BG-17’s parts was done well and could be considered as one of the simplest among all weapons and equipment. The requirements for disassembling and assembling them for this lesson were for each and every attempt they tried to be better and more familiar than the last. On this first day, they had to undergo disassemble and assemble a hundred times until they attained the time limit standard of using 12 seconds to disassemble and 15 seconds to assemble.

It was indeed easy, just that the biggest problem with this plaything had been its heaviness. The cadets had undergone a fierce drill with Major Hanks regarding formation, making their backs ache, their hands numb, and legs wobbly. And now, this Fatty, who had enough of idling around, was even more abominable. Drawing several pictures was fine, but these tiring and boring disassembly made those cadets feel a grievance against him.

The positions of cadets and instructors could not really exist together. One was there to take charge, while the other did not want to follow. Fatty had undergone the same agonizing training in the past with the black bear instructor. It was only until the end did their relationship finally warm up.

It was the same here with the machinery maintenance training camp. Thus, after just two times of using a stopwatch to time their disassembly, there were people who could not take it anymore.

First, it was a group of female cadets. They stood there crying without the slightest movement in front of their maintenance desk. Fatty went over to give them a look, and instead, he breathed in cold air—there was the 50 big rabbit cadet located there.

Fatty sanctimoniously stared at that white rabbit and kept one hand behind his back while using his right hand to point at her chest. With a heavy tone, he said, “Wanting to become a graduate who passed the requirements for design and manufacturing requires one to have great ambition, broad vision, and also adept techniques. Quickly start training. I’ll see you do it!”

That white rabbit had never thought that that fatty who stood outside the female dormitory with a dull expression was actually an instructor from the maintenance camp. Maybe it was because she had seen a familiar person, she began to cry even louder. The moment she cried, she would have to take a breath and this breath had made her chest bounce up and down.

Fatty had nearly become faint with blurred vision by the jumping white rabbits and silently mumbled to himself, ‘Mara [2]! It must be Mara! There are two demons within!”

Using a supreme determination to move his gaze away, he looked at the several other female cadets by the side and asked, “Why? It’s just two times of disassembly. You all still have 98 times which you have yet to complete.”

A female cadet cried, “Wuu, my hand hurts so much that I can’t even pick it up anymore.”

Several male cadets took the opportunity to shout out, “The rifle is so heavy! Isn’t disassembling it a hundred times trying to tire us out!”

“That’s right! I see that all instructors are wanting to torture us!”

“12 seconds disassembly and 15 seconds assembly? Who set this standard!? It’s impossible!”

“I’ve long seen that this fatty isn’t some good person. Seeing his appearances, we know he must be loose in morals!”

For a moment, the group of cadets began stirring up emotions, turning the whole place into chaos. The female students cried all the more world-shakingly.

Fatty was startled and shouted, “Shut up!”