The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 219 Situation
“…That’s really too cruel.” Looking at the person whose hands were almost blurry, Min Hao shook his head.

"Where did this kid learn this from? He's definitely not a novice," Captain Nordby said with some curiosity after observing him closely.

"What's so strange about that? There are countless students from military families in the school, and they've probably had contact with them before, so it's not surprising." Min Hao could barely make out that the other party seemed to be trying to sabotage the firearms.

Captain Nordby shook his head, his expression somewhat grave: "No..." It's not just about understanding.

He took several courses specializing in ordnance support at university, giving him a different perspective on weaponry than ordinary soldiers. While others simply used or were familiar with the usage and characteristics of various firearms, he had a certain understanding of the structure and operating principles of firearms.

And because of his excellent academic performance in school, his first job after graduation was at an armory. Normally, barring unforeseen circumstances, he might have continued to develop a career specializing in ordnance, and it's not impossible that he eventually became an ordnance specialist.
However, due to the needs of the front line, he was transferred from there to the front-line battlefield, and has been staying on the front line ever since, without ever coming into contact with anything related to firearms again.

Seeing that kid's skillful technique today stirred up memories of his long past, of his youthful days, including the knowledge that had long been buried in the flames of war.

From his near-professional perspective, the other party had reached a certain level of expertise in the internal structure and principles of various firearms, and was even more skilled than him in some techniques.

This is a very experienced gunslinger; judging by his technique, he's been handling firearms for at least five years. But how old is he?
He quickly brushed over a section of each gun he took, then tossed it aside with a "click."

Many people outside the arena, lacking professional training, couldn't understand what was going on and assumed Huan Xian was playing around or conducting research. Only certain sergeants with this kind of training could discern that the other party was adjusting or damaging the internal structure of these firearms.

His movements were never forceful, even seemingly effortless, but in fact, each strike precisely targeted the critical parts of these firearms. This might delay the firing of the weapon, cause wear on a certain part, or even jam it at a crucial moment, rendering it ineffective.

It can be described as extremely professional.

His skill level was comparable to that of a soldier specializing in this area, so even an old man like Captain Nordby admired his actions.

The command department had fewer people, so it was mostly two people talking at a time. The combat individual soldier department had more people, and they were gradually drawn to several outstanding teams on the field. They were no longer focusing on the individual students as before, but had begun to pick out some of the outstanding teams for analysis.

The trio of Jiang Hui, Zhou Xiuwen, and Huan Xian were among their focuses, and Huan Xian's actions naturally caught their attention. Some instructors, who had little knowledge of firearms, asked their knowledgeable colleagues for clarification, and discussions ensued.

"Isn't that Huan Xian from the command department? He's really exceptional. How come I've never heard of him before?"

"Didn't you say they were from the command department? They like to keep things hidden, so what's so strange about you not having seen them..."

"The command department teaches this?"

"I don't like hearing that. Our combat individual soldier department doesn't teach swimming either. What's wrong with kids learning a little bit of everything? Do we really have to have a professional division?"

"That's not what I meant. I meant that she knows a lot, and you could easily believe she's a pro with that skill. Even the teachers I've worked with before weren't necessarily at this level."

"...This student Huan Xian..." Instructor Tan's gaze focused on the exceptionally dazzling person on the screen.

Stark rarely turned his head to look at Instructor Tan, because he had never seen such an expression on the other's face before.

However, the other person hesitated, then seemed to decide against continuing, changing the subject. Stark didn't press the matter and went along with the other person's line of conversation.

But in fact, Teacher Tan had been thinking about it for several years, but felt that it was a personal matter and not something to talk about, so he gave up on it.

Teacher Tan also knew about this student, Huan Xian, but he only just remembered it now.

The other party was sent through the military. Although there were no instructions to give them special treatment, Instructor Tan, as the head of the first year, naturally knew this.

In the past, it wasn't uncommon for parents to send their children here; these were usually parents or families with special circumstances. If necessary, the school would make appropriate arrangements.

Zhou Xiuwen is such a person. Just kidding, with the power behind him, the school couldn't help but take care of him, even though Marshal Zhou himself and his subordinates didn't seem to have any demands.

Huan Xian's situation was rather strange. He arrived directly on the quantum spaceship specially transported by the Eighth Legion, but the person accompanying him was a lieutenant general from the Nineteenth Legion.

This is very strange. The Eighth Legion and the Nineteenth Legion are both elite legions directly under the Empire. It's difficult to compare their combat strength, they are affiliated with different factions, and their battle lines and territories are completely different, with no overlap or conflict between them. How could they be involved with such a young boy?

Of course, the military didn't need to explain this to him; they simply sent him over and arranged for his enrollment, without making any further requests. However, the school still noted this detail down and informed the grade administrator to which Huan Xian belonged, just in case.

Therefore, there are quite a few students and even teachers with special backgrounds in this cohort. Teacher Tan was quite worried about this before the enrollment, fearing that campus life might inadvertently develop into various power struggles and competitions. Fortunately, these people all seem to be very low-key and well-behaved; some of them might not even be remembered if they didn't stand out.

Huan Xian was one of them; Teacher Tan had even almost forgotten about him. Now it seems this guy is quite skilled, and according to feedback from his class advisor about something... he really is a tricky and special person; we'll have to keep a close eye on him in the future.

"It seems we'll have to put in a lot of effort to teach this class well," Teacher Tan sighed.

Upon hearing this, the other class teachers, regardless of their individual opinions, all nodded in agreement.

It is now past 8:00 AM, and the orienteering race has lasted for over 23 weeks, with only 13 weeks remaining. At this point, only 424 students remain in the military-related training area, while 692 students remain in the non-military-related areas. The competition is officially entering its final stages.

The top players are showcasing their skills, and the situation is gradually becoming clearer, but the overall outcome is still uncertain.

(End of this chapter)