The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

It's time.

The orderly conference room was unusually quiet. The dozen or so empty seats that had been there were now all filled, and everyone was sitting in their assigned seats.

—All instructors from the Capital Military Academy were present.

Several relatively young sergeants, each bearing a simple regimental insignia on their shoulders, sat in rows at workstations around the conference table. Following their superior's orders, they exported a large amount of data from the system backend by the deadline. This included analytical charts for various dimensions, professional ranking lists, and overall scores.

These lists and data analysis charts were densely stacked, layer upon layer, and after being brought up, they were switched to the hollow center of the conference table and displayed in a circular pattern.

These lists, large and small, were constantly being retrieved and studied by the faculty members from various departments sitting around, and hushed discussions could be heard from time to time.

"This list is truly unexpected."

"Yes, the upper circle actually managed to uncover several unknown names. I thought it would be monopolized by those aristocratic scions as in previous years."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense. When have scions of aristocratic families ever monopolized these things? It's all about ability. If you can do it, who cares about your background... Didn't someone in your cohort already do it?"

"Don't get too excited. You have Teacher A, so you should say less. Stop taking every opportunity to belittle others." It has to be admitted that students from privileged backgrounds do have better resources, but what truly makes them stand out is not just resources, but more importantly, their own abilities. So what that person said earlier was somewhat biased.

"What's all this arguing about? We're taking the mid-term results right now... Don't act like it has nothing to do with you. Have you selected the qualified candidates? Have the long and short line dimension values ​​come out yet? Hurry up, we'll need to do the analysis later." At this moment, an older head instructor stopped several hot-blooded young soldiers who were always quick to talk, to prevent them from actually starting a fight.

"Why do I feel like the average line has shifted a bit this time? It's quite different from last year's data."

There is a gap, how could there not be a gap? Last year we had seven in the top ten, and six in the middle ranks, but this year we only have four... It's quite a gap.

"But this year, instead of Ge Yaonian, there have been quite a few dark horses..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Didn't you see how dark their faces are?!" Seeing a young man still talking without knowing the situation, the older teacher quickly interrupted him.

In recent years, he has been plagued by old illnesses, so the military specially released him to recuperate. He can be promoted to the next rank and retired after completing his teaching duties for the next few years.

This elderly instructor was also a veteran who had served on the battlefield for many years, but was nearing retirement age. He was older than many of the soldiers present, some even older than their grandfathers.

Although he was unremarkable during his service, with neither a standout personality nor impressive achievements, and even somewhat inferior to many of his colleagues who were several times his age, the old man had dedicated his life to the empire, serving on the front lines for nearly three hundred years. Therefore, even the most unruly soldiers would become somewhat more subdued in his presence.

Seeing that the others had tactfully changed the subject and started talking about the average comparison of their mid-term grades, the older man breathed a sigh of relief. He then glanced at the front, which had completely frozen in time, and sighed silently.

Young people, you're still too young.

But young people are in their prime, and who hasn't been so impetuous? That's part of youth.

"The overall qualification rate is only 68%. What was the rate in the previous tournament?" Mr. Duckworth asked, bowing his head.

"A whopping 81%..." Yan Bai said with a serious expression. This result was something he hadn't expected.

Before the data was released at the top of the hour, he had guessed that there might be differences in various aspects, but he didn't expect the difference to be so significant. Whether it was the overall qualification rate, the core qualification rate, or the average pass rate representing the best professional selection rate, all had declined. Not only were they lower than last year's data, but they also fell short of the average level of the past ten years—an unprecedented situation for the Capital Military Academy. This made them somewhat doubt the accuracy of the backend system… Was there a data delay? Or was the data not being captured properly?
Damn it, could it be that they've really been lax this year? How could they let so many talented people slip away right under their noses?

Even if you occasionally slip up, you can't possibly fall below your average performance level, can you?!
Yan Bai looked stern. Because of his position at the Capital Military Academy, he was more concerned about the situation than his other colleagues.

After reading through several dimensional analyses, the person, who was of relatively good upbringing, couldn't hold back and slammed his fist hard on the hard tabletop.

The skin on the contact surface turned red instantly, after all, it was a steel alloy material that even a Class A sharp weapon could not easily cut. However, the person involved did not move his eyebrows or eyes, as if he had not hit his hand, but a useless dead object.

Kaniskina glanced at the person who was unusually serious and thought that the other person was more pleasing to the eye when he was talking back and being annoying. Right now, however, he had a sinister look that was not so pleasant to look at.

Is it really necessary to get so angry? This guy isn't even a proper teacher; even they, as teachers, aren't this agitated... Although, as their alma mater, they naturally hope that their alma mater can continue to flourish and reach new heights.

However, from another perspective, they have long since left the academy to serve in their respective legions. Clearly, the prestige of their alma mater can at most embellish their resumes, but it doesn't have much practical effect on their careers. The adult world is far different.

Most of them gathered here for missions. Some were teaching tasks required during the transition period, some were indicators for periodic evaluations, and some were simply there to earn points... There weren't many who genuinely wanted to teach and nurture students. After all, the main stage for young soldiers is still the battlefield, and it would be too difficult to ask them to stay in the rear for a long time.

It's just so realistic.

Kaniskina was no exception. She had risen to the rank of major general at a young age, had a distinguished military record, and was at the peak of her career. Her reason for coming here was to meet the performance targets during her term of office.

She'd much rather teach at her alma mater than conduct liaison work in outer star systems. While there's not much difference between the two, at least she knows more people at the military academy in the capital, whereas going to outer star systems would truly be like pioneering a new frontier… She really doesn't understand why the higher-ups always seem to prefer having soldiers like her teach and educate.

Could it really be, as rumored, a tactic devised by some political bigwig to control various factions? But it's usually the military that oversees the annual quotas and transitional terms; no external forces are involved. Could it be that those higher-ups see them moving too fast and want to intervene… What a joke! Their superiors are all incredibly powerful; none of the younger generation in the last fifty years can truly rival them. Why should they need to fear them?
Moreover, while they may know how to fight and kill enemies, they may not be able to teach others, so it's best not to mislead young people.

Mr. Duckworth remained seated at the head of the table as always, truly unmoved, his expression unchanged from the moment he arrived, utterly composed. This long-serving congressman, a pillar of the government, seemed unfazed by anything.

"Xiao Yan, calm down, you're getting too excited." The elder's words weren't harsh, but his tone carried the authority unique to those in a superior position, instantly sobering up the slightly impetuous young man.

What is he doing? He actually lost his composure on the spot.

As the specially appointed supervisor of this cohort of the Capital Military Academy, he was actually quite flattered. This position was newly created, and there had never been such a post in the previous years since the establishment of the Capital Military Academy.

This year, to strengthen the connection between the military and government, he, as a relatively outstanding young member of parliament, was assigned to the Capital Military Academy. Although he doesn't have much substantial work at the moment, as the collaboration between the military and government unfolds, his workload will soon increase.

He will then have to face not only the high-ranking officer who entrusted him with this important task, but also various military factions. If he cannot withstand the pressure and challenges, he is destined to become cannon fodder and a sacrifice in the friction between the two sides.

So, the day before he was to take office, the officer who appointed him had a private conversation with him, instructing him that no matter what path he took or what style he adopted in the outside world, he must always maintain a tough stance. This was because he personally represented the face of the ruling bureau at the military academy in the capital.

Moreover, although this facade is small, it is a crack that the ruling bureau has barely managed to open after nearly a century of maneuvering, probing, and exchanging interests with all parties. It is a gap that allows them to make direct contact and transactions with the other party.

This small opening can be closed at any time, and the initiative remains with the other side—they currently don't have much to gain or lose. However, it represents the attitude of an external representative, because once this gap is opened, it won't be so easy for the other side to close it back.

They didn't expect Yan Bai to be able to do anything in this position, or to actually profit from it. After all, they had spent a lot of manpower and resources to open this gap and send out just one person over the years, and there was very little that Yan Bai could do on his own.

However, this liaison between the two sides must be tough enough. He cannot be soft, because a soft and gentle person cannot withstand such storms and upheavals. He also doesn't need to be friendly or approachable, although this can certainly pave the way for developing a relationship, but it can also easily become a weapon in some other way. He doesn't need to be particularly clever or shrewd, because such a person is likely to cause the situation to spiral out of control.

In the end, they chose Yan Bai. He was the son of the famous political family Yan family, with an unquestionable clean family background and upright stance. He came from a wealthy and well-educated family and had never experienced any lack of material conditions since childhood.

Moreover, he has an older brother who is already grown up and will become the heir. Although his position in the family is not particularly delicate, it is certainly far inferior to that of his brother, who is the heir. Fortunately, he was not spoiled too much. Furthermore, his entry into the ruling bureau was also supported by his family, and after joining the bureau, he was appointed to two high-ranking positions as an incumbent politician.

The other party was quite lucky; after completing his evaluation as a deputy councilor, he was promoted to a full councilor in just ten years. Even his current superior, who appointed him, was quite optimistic about this speed.

More importantly, the other party has a completely clean political background, with no ties to the military whatsoever. It's incredibly difficult to find a senator without a military background in the complex web of kinship ties in the Central Sector; it's like sifting through sand to find gold.

And so, Yan Bai, who had been promoted to full councilor less than five years ago, became the first superintendent of the Capital Military Academy. Currently, he doesn't have any substantial work at the academy, but his presence is quite strong.

On the contrary, the principal would intentionally reserve a seat for him in all the meetings he was in, and he was not worried that the content and information they discussed would be transmitted to the other party. Or rather, they had already anticipated this day when they accepted this supervision from the political world.

The more the Capital Military Academy treated him like family, the more polite and courteous they were, the more wary Yan Bai became. He knew how awkward his position was in such a place, almost entirely under the military's control, given that he was meant to be a bridge between the two sides.

He repeatedly prepared himself mentally, determined to be tough enough, both in terms of tactics and attitude, so that she could hold on in this difficult situation.

Don't be fooled by Yan Bai and Kaniskina's constant bickering; their arguments are often half-hearted. While personality clashes play a part, it's more of a test of each other's intentions, a way of testing the waters and opening up new possibilities. Although his little tricks are hardly anything special in the eyes of seasoned veterans...

The only real conflict between him and Kaniskina might be their personal animosity.

Moreover, even Major General Kaniskina herself was actually quite calculating; the other party wasn't as carefree as she appeared, and many of her responses seemed more like signals.

Only at this moment did Yan Bai's emotions truly become somewhat out of control, and that was real.

Most of the sergeants couldn't understand why the other party was so agitated. Although his status was special and his position at the capital's military academy was awkward, the enrollment situation shouldn't have been his concern, right? Why did it seem like he was even more agitated than they, the regular instructors, about the loss of talent and the decline in enrollment standards…

Could this affect the political establishment's ability to recruit the talent they want from military academies in the capital?

What a joke! The old fogies in power are all incredibly rigid, with strong class consciousness, and many still cling to outdated notions of lineage and bloodline. They prefer to appoint sons of noble birth and aristocrats, and they would rather have such people as their superiors than commoners.

The upper, middle, and lower houses, vice-presidents, members, independent members, grand councilors, chairmen... their titles are countless, and there are many "hidden" ones that are hard to distinguish without careful study. Moreover, the ruling class is indeed full of aristocratic scions whose names are longer than their lives, accounting for as much as 80% or more.

Therefore, they prefer to select younger generations from among the younger generation. As for talented commoners, especially those with military backgrounds... well, no matter how much the military and government strengthen their ties, their fundamental beliefs will not change, and neither side can change the other.

The idea that the political establishment was colluding with this side to select talented individuals was something no one at the Capital Military Academy would believe. Wasn't that far more plausible than the claim that they were searching for a key figure with access to political secrets within the Capital Military Academy?
Therefore, most people don't know what this person is so excited about.

Duckworth knew a little about it. As one of the few high-ranking members of parliament with a military background, his position was actually relatively ambiguous, and his past situation was similar to Yan Bai's. However, he was more established because he held a very high position in the ruling council, and becoming one of the principals of the Capital Military Academy was a way of establishing his own independent stance.

It is well known that in recent years, the political sphere has been trying to strengthen ties with the military, and has taken many measures, even relinquishing some power to certain military forces.

This action was naturally not taken lightly, and was seen by many factions within the military as an attempt to seize military power. After all, the empire only has two large pie to play, and compared to the relatively small ruling council, the military's external interests are far greater. Because as long as there is war, there will inevitably be various resources and benefits. Although it's not the best way to put it, a large number of battles actually help promote the circulation of interests among all parties and generate more economic benefits.

Therefore, it's not surprising that the ruling bureau has its eye on the military, a huge market; it's certainly not the first to do so.

But the military is not to be trifled with. They won't let anyone share the spoils so easily. For many years, no matter how much the political circles tried to win them over or even make concessions, the military refused to budge.

Until one day several years ago, the top leader of the military, who is currently the highest-ranking official in the military, spoke up, expressing his desire to talk with the representatives of the ruling bureau.

This conversation lasted for several meetings, and no one knew what they discussed. All that was known was that the relationship between the two parties suddenly became closer and closer. There was no immediate increase in cooperation, but the overt conflicts and contradictions decreased significantly, and some harmless cooperation also occurred.

For example, the military previously never allowed politicians access to their information network, but after contact began, communication gradually began to flow between them. For example, a certain area in the central star sector, previously a restricted zone for the ruling bureau, one day established a special clubhouse to receive military representatives. Another example is the establishment this year of a supervisory position at the Capital Military Academy, whose significance outweighs its practical application.

All indications suggest that the two sides have reached some kind of cooperation without the public's knowledge, but there is no information yet about what kind of cooperation it is.

In the eyes of the Capital Military Academy, Yan Bai was more of a figure of goodwill with the political world, serving as a liaison between the political forces and the university.

No one knows that from the perspective of the other political faction, it's not just that. Indeed, they currently see it only as a loophole, but it will never be just a loophole.

The military wasn't wrong; the political establishment did indeed have its eye on the military's lucrative market, but in a different way than most people believed. They were implementing a longer-term, more clandestine plan, aiming to strike at the heart of the problem.

The Capital Military Academy was the front line and the most important link in their plan.

Countless high-ranking officials in the ruling world were watching this scene intently, their eyes filled with greed as they peered at the Capital Military Academy from unseen corners, hoping to get a share. They didn't need much, just a small bite.

As a pawn charging into battle, how could Yan Bai not know what they were thinking? Even his family and the forces behind them, who were directly benefiting from this, were waiting for this day. As a natural beneficiary, he was naturally driven by it.

The loss of talent from the Capital Military Academy disrupted a part of their plan in a sense, and might even affect their subsequent plans. Yan Bai was certainly unhappy, and even broke out in a cold sweat for a moment, because he could imagine how furious the people behind him were at that moment.

In fact, the bigwigs on both sides were well aware of each other's intentions. However, under this sham cooperation, both sides gained substantial benefits that far outweighed the potential risks in the future, so they turned a blind eye.

As the saying goes, "Water that is too clear has no fish." While they could eliminate all risks, without risk, it's difficult to reap profits; that's how fortune comes from danger. Why worry about the potential risks when you already have the benefits in hand?

Moreover, danger and risk... if the battle drags on for too long, things can change over time, and who knows what might happen? In the end, it's hard to say who will win.

Since that's the case, let's have a contest between the two sides to see who has the upper hand. If one side wins, the current situation of military and political power being divided will likely change completely.

Yan Bai realized his loss of composure and was met with a silent rebuttal from Duckworth, which made him visibly uneasy.

Duckworth didn't press the matter further and suggested that the other party could go outside and calm down for a while. Because of the other party's position as supervisor, he had to stay in the midfield the entire time, without missing a single game, for a total of thirty-six stars, which was more than a day and a night.

Even with their formidable physical prowess, interstellar beings still adhere to the inherent lifestyle traits dictated by their genes. Given Yan Bai's privileged upbringing and comfortable habits, it's unlikely he'd ever stayed up all night watching various data and images with such concentration. Coupled with various unpleasant events and this emotional shock, it's understandable that he might have lost control.

Let him calm down for a while.

Watching Yan Bai's figure disappear from the conference room, Major General Kaniskina said with some surprise, "How come this guy has suddenly become so obedient?" He goes out when told to, and if she remembers correctly, he sometimes doesn't even listen to Mr. Duckworth. He's very stubborn.

“Feng,” Mr. Duckworth called out in a low voice.

Kaniskina, who had been muttering, immediately fell silent. She was different from the spoiled young masters like Yan Bai; the military always upheld strict discipline. Although Duckworth wasn't an officer, given his current position, she was indeed her superior. Naturally, he respected such a highly respected elder who was also his superior.

The spirited female general made a simple military salute with two fingers, immediately indicating that she would keep quiet, and then returned to grading the intermediate grades.

Okay, although the children's grades didn't seem as good as expected, the scores still had to be taken. This distinction between middle and lower grades would also affect the probability of some children being admitted to school, so the earlier commotion quickly dissipated, and everyone present began to seriously take scores and screen students.

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With the Capital Military Academy on track, the atmosphere at the Joint Military Academy on the other side became much more cheerful.

...That's being too polite. This place is just like a vegetable market; you can hear anything you want here.

Some were shouting and arguing, some were arguing their point, and some were even grabbing each other by the collar, practically trying to force them to nod... What a chaotic scene!

This is where the importance of having a principal in charge becomes apparent.

The Imperial United Military Academy also has a principal; every school has a principal.

However, the position of principal at the Joint Military Academy was vacant for many years in the early years, with the principal being either an acting or temporary one, and the position was held intermittently, with no one holding the post for a long time.

The current acting commander of the Joint Military Academy is General Xin Luo, a former commander of a renowned expeditionary force. The force was disbanded for political reasons, and he was forced into semi-retirement due to a chronic illness that made combat impossible. He was appointed acting commander of the Joint Military Academy two years ago and officially appointed this year. Barring unforeseen circumstances, he will become the official principal of the Joint Military Academy after serving a full four-year term.

However, the other party had to return to the military region to report on their duties recently and was unable to get away, so they missed this unified recruitment.

No one seemed to mind; many of them had long been used to life without the principal and were more comfortable with this carefree, unattended state.

At first, they would restrain themselves a little because of the head instructors or superiors of each major. But as time went on, or as the atmosphere of the national unified entrance examination heated up, the atmosphere between them changed and became increasingly uncontrollable.

Why didn't the head instructors of each major stop them at this time? Because it was these superiors who started the commotion first. They were making a huge fuss over a student's performance, the placement of an outstanding student, or a secretly groomed candidate... In short, a group of people were making a huge fuss, creating quite a scene.

With the officers acting like this, the teachers below couldn't hold back any longer. Those who had grudges against each other almost came to blows on the spot, taking advantage of the chaotic atmosphere. Fortunately, someone was quick-witted and caught them. However, while they were arguing about vying for talent, the two departments almost came to blows over a single student's affiliation.

Then there are some unsung heroes who were just quietly watching this farce from the sidelines, but they couldn't escape being dragged into this vortex and were hit on the head by something flying from an unknown direction.

……

This scene is so grand that calling it a vegetable market would be an understatement.

Of course, despite the commotion, it didn't stop them from taking points from the mid-term results. After all, if someone is stirring up trouble by bullying, someone has to take responsibility, and it's quite harmonious that the two groups each occupy one side.

Xu Dinglan and Major General Bona were the ones doing the actual work. As for the deputy head and the remaining instructors, they all went to the other side and are probably arguing with someone from some department right now.

The two on this side work together seamlessly, making the work effortless. Xu Dinglan possesses exceptional analytical skills, quickly identifying students who are well-rounded or excel in various aspects. Major General Bona remains as steady as a mountain, unmoved by any noise, disturbances, or oncoming attacks. His hands are steady as he precisely and fairly assigns the most accurate and fair mid-range scores to these students, sincerely hoping that every student he helps will be admitted to their ideal university.

The selection process for this joint military academy is much more casual than that of other universities. It only requires a clean background and outstanding abilities. Unlike some universities that consider identity, background, or even values, it simply selects students based on their actual performance and results, without any qualms.

Therefore, their interrupt segment extraction process is easier and faster than others, and they quickly reach the top.

As the exam progresses, the specific score cutoff becomes less important. The instructors focus more on the student's overall performance and any outstanding strengths. Furthermore, the earlier the grades are taken, the more critical their scrutiny becomes, and they do not offer preferential treatment based on good grades.

Having thoroughly completed the mid-level score assessment for the lower-middle-ranked students, Major General Bona was no longer in a hurry. He read through the data of these top students with great interest. Although they had already discussed many aspects during the viewing process, the mid-level score assessment was a point that could present their performance more comprehensively, making it more vivid and complete.

As it turns out, outstanding people are likely to be outstanding in both immediate and overall performance. He wasn't surprised to see some familiar names on the upper list.

Their specialization in individual combat is a large program, attracting many applicants. There are over thirty classes with around forty students, totaling over a thousand students per year, which is quite a large number compared to other directly affiliated universities of the same level. However, the proportion of truly talented students among them is relatively small.

Leaving aside those who are hidden quite deep, the most conspicuous students they can see right now are the first two.

Jiang, who ranked second, had been on everyone's radar for some time. There had been several discussions about her outstanding performance, and she truly deserved her position. She is undoubtedly a highly capable individual with exceptional overall abilities.

The student's excellence not only stands out in the joint military academy's recruitment pool, but is also comparable to, and perhaps even better than, the top students at prestigious institutions like the Capital Military Academy and the First Military Academy, often delivering unexpected performances. It's easy to imagine that if this student were recruited this year, it would bring about significant changes to this year's graduating class. Bona is already eager to personally teach such an interesting child.

I thought this person was already outstanding enough, but unexpectedly, another person ranked even higher overall, firmly holding a place in the top three on the overall ranking. The other person clearly paused for a while in the middle, yet still managed to remain at the top, even nearly dethroning the second-place person on the overall ranking. This achievement is truly astonishing.

Considering his background, his performance was indeed acceptable, even somewhat of a waste of his talent. It seems this person wasn't really serious, otherwise it would have looked like bullying a child. Well… the other person isn't actually that old.

However, judging from his own demeanor, he probably didn't want to continue this unfair fight, so his actions weren't particularly aggressive and he remained relatively polite. Otherwise, they doubted that the others would have had any room to maneuver.

Compared to these two, the performances of the next few were also quite remarkable, making this the best average cohort in the last decade.

When has their joint military academy recruitment ever been this successful?! In previous years, they were always at the bottom of the list. What incredible luck did they have this year? They didn't even have to put in any effort to recruit them; they're all automatically coming to them?

The nearby Capital Military Academy commented: %@##
The results are mostly out, and the atmosphere has relaxed a bit, while the other side has pretty much finished tearing each other apart.

"It seems we've really offended the neighbors this time," said a veteran instructor.

"When have we ever been on good terms with them? What have we done that offended them or not..."

"After all, it's a top university, so maintaining good relations is still necessary." This was the opinion of a conservative faculty member.

"Alright, don't forget, last year when they were fighting us for the venue, they didn't know the meaning of the word 'relationship.' They were practically humiliating us back then... We really gave them face. The title of the First Military Academy directly under their command is only mentioned a couple of times during the annual celebrations. What use is it in ordinary times? They're all so arrogant and their noses are practically pointing to the sky."

"...They do have a conscription order."

"We were the ones who went there first. We had already prepared the venue and used a lot of resources. They had no right to go up and use it directly."

It's true what they said; when they arrived at the scene, they didn't expect anyone else to compete with them, so they were fully prepared. The students were halfway there when suddenly, people from the Capital Military Academy arrived, carrying priority conscription orders.

They also had one, but it was a level lower. The other side issued a conscription order directly from the legion, so they could only regretfully back down.

The joint military academy wasn't being unreasonable. The other party's conscription order was one level higher, so they should give way. If they talked things out properly, it wouldn't be a problem for them to wait a bit.

As it turns out, floating in the clouds can indeed make it difficult to see what's in front of you.

The instructors who were present at the time still can't forget the contemptuous look on the other party's face. Without any warning, the requisition order was thrown in their faces, and before they could even retrieve their belongings, the other party arrogantly led them straight into the training field.

When they left the training field, all the props showed signs of having been activated and used. Faced with the mess, the planned training could not proceed. With the students arriving late and bewildered, the team leader gritted his teeth and could only suppress his anger, leading them back the way they came.

It's fortunate that the students arrived later. Otherwise, if this had happened in front of them, even if they believed their students weren't such shallow people, they would have likely lost face and credibility.

The group returned to the Joint Military Academy, seething with anger. But before their leader could even speak to the school, something even more infuriating happened.

The people from the Capital Military Academy actually managed to get a batch of supplies from a nearby warehouse—all the latest training equipment currently available on the market, perfect for training the students. The problem was—the delivery was made by a robot.

Judging from the schedules of the two schools, the group from the Capital Military Academy probably just returned to their school, and they didn't even send anyone but just delivered this pile of stuff... They also included a text message saying, "We accidentally used their equipment today, we're really sorry, but their training at the Capital Military Academy always has extremely detailed plans, and because we were worried about running out of time, we didn't have time to wait for them to set up and pack up the equipment, so we had to use it first." This pile of experimental equipment is the amount that their Capital Military Academy used in three practical training sessions, and no matter how much it's worth, it should be more than the pile of stuff they used up today.

This apology, given their previous behavior, is utterly insincere.

This time, the senior instructors of the entire Joint Military Academy were almost furious.

(End of this chapter)