Alien world

Chapter 1573 207. Real Test
The future Ranger Corps trained in a temporary camp for several days, and finally received good news: a sparse group of rats numbering about 100,000 were approaching them.

"Everyone, stop training, each person carries three days' rations and fifty rounds of ammunition, and prepares to set off!"

Orders were passed down layer by layer, and the centurions ran around the camp, gathering their men, creating a bustling atmosphere.

But not Pike.

He wants to stay and receive special training from the elf instructor.

When Pike learned that he couldn't go to the front line, he immediately said anxiously: "Fighting with the ratmen can also serve as training!"

"You can't even hit a fixed target, how can you hit a moving ratman?" The elf instructor scolded: "Even the most talented poet will cry when he is born, and it is definitely not a good poem."

“Talent is useful only to those who are patient.”

Seeing how stern the elf instructor was, Pike had no choice but to give in: "Then how long should I practice?"

"Based on the time it takes young elves in the tribe to practice, you will have to do five years of training target practice—"

"So long!?" Pike exclaimed.

"I'm talking about the elves."

Before Pike could even breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the elf instructor continue, "You are a human, so it will take you dozens of times longer than this."

Pike couldn't help but imagine a scene in his mind: Fifty years later, he would finish his training and come out of the forest. As the oldest active soldier, he would show his strength in front of the new recruits of his descendants. He saw himself tremblingly raising the rifle, taking a few breaths, then putting his presbyopic eyes to the crosshairs, pulling the trigger with his withered fingers, and then falling on his butt due to the huge recoil, and his shoulder was instantly dislocated.

No...

You will definitely die of laughter...

Pike took a deep breath and said seriously, "Instructor, I am a member of the Fire...Ranger Corps. I cannot hide behind while my comrades are fighting on the front line. You know, we humans are short-lived. We can't even learn the perfect and exquisite skills of the elves even if we spend our entire lives. So I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. My destiny is on the battlefield..."

The elf instructor's beautiful face showed a trace of hesitation: "Well, you really don't have time to learn elf skills. Then go to the battlefield, and I will guide you."

"Thank you!"

Who said that elves are stereotyped? It's just like the rumors about Lord Annan, a complete slander!
……

Nearly two thousand soldiers advanced forward in a scattered manner. At first, Jack wanted them to line up, but without the orders of the Hellfire Legion, the untidy formations looked like a mob, so he simply asked them to disperse.

Now the musketeers were everywhere in the mountains and stretched for miles, and they looked a little fiercer.

"Captain, why are you so happy?"

The adjutant looked at Jack and the curve of his mouth never disappeared.

"Aren't you laughing too?"

Jack asked back, accidentally unable to hold back his laughter.

At this moment, his mind was full of learning wizard skills, reaching the pinnacle of life, and sitting on Fermi's head.

He has been annoyed with Fermi for a long time. Now with the help of the elves, maybe he can make him cry and go home to his mother -

The adjutant didn't notice that his boss's smile was becoming more and more lascivious. He just smiled tenderly and said, "My wife is about to give birth. I'm afraid it will be in the next few days. I'm thinking about what name to give it if it's a boy or a girl..."

"hiss……"

Jack's smile faded.

"what happened?"

"Well... I have a bit of a toothache. Go to the logistics goblin and get me some medicine." Jack said vaguely, covering his cheek.

"Why don't you just send a messenger?"

"Just go when I tell you to go!" The adjutant had no choice but to do as he was told and left the team and ran to the back.

Jack shook his head and couldn't help thinking that the legion was going to be renamed. Should he take this opportunity to make some new rules, such as prohibiting talking nonsense during the war...

At the very edge of the dispersed formation, young Pike and the elf instructor hurried on their way in silence.

He felt very uncomfortable having a stranger following him, especially since the other person was a beautiful elf.

"Ms. Instructor, you don't have to follow me all the time, you can--"

"No." The elf instructor interrupted him with a firm attitude, "Captain Yinlu said that your lord has high hopes for you and you are more worthy of training than other human soldiers."

"Lord... Lord Annan?"

"Is there a second lord?"

"No, no, it's just... I can't imagine it."

Lord Annan actually knew himself?

Pike couldn't help but grin, his head filled with joy.

The rats were some distance away from them. At least when it was getting dark, the scouts more than ten miles away said they still hadn't found anything.

Jack had more detailed information in his hands. The nearest ratman was twenty-five miles away. If they continued to run in both directions, they would meet in the early morning.

But Jack whispered with Findola Yinlu for a while and ordered all the soldiers to set up camp on the spot and continue their journey tomorrow.

It was still a bit cold in the North in March, especially at night. Jack allowed the teams to light a fire to keep warm, and then he disappeared, along with the instructor, Findora Silver Dew.

Dozens of bonfires dotted the entire wilderness. In the dead of night, as the soldiers gradually fell asleep...

"Enemy attack!"

A shrill scream pierced the night sky, waking up the soldiers who were taking a nap around the campfire with their muskets in their arms.

When they looked up, they saw patches of terrifying scarlet light in the depths of the darkness.

boom!
The quick-reacting soldiers had already opened fire, but it was a drop in the bucket compared to the countless pairs of eyes.

"Where's the scout?!" someone shouted.

At this moment, Jack's voice rang out above them: "Keep a distance from the rats, clean up and retreat, and hold on until dawn!"

The drowsy soldiers cheered up and quickly retreated to the south.

Pike was among them. After checking his guns, ammunition, and food bags in turn, he calmly grabbed a torch and retreated south with the main force.

"You don't seem panicked at all?" The elf instructor appeared from nowhere and followed Pike who was running.

"With so many scouts and traitors sent out, how could we have discovered a group of ratmen right under our noses?"

Pike kept his breathing steady: "It must be Captain Jack who is testing us on purpose."

"You are very smart."

Pike grinned sheepishly: "There are so many smart people in the legion, I guess they will realize it soon. Is the legion commander trying to test our reaction ability after being suddenly attacked?"

His guess was correct. Just a few miles away, on a low hill, Jack and Findola Silverdew watched the rats chasing the soldiers.

Scouts who had learned the truth in advance had mixed in, and their task was to score the soldiers based on their performance, to see if anyone panicked and ran in the wrong direction, fled back without firing a shot, or foolishly let the ratmen rush into their faces.

(End of this chapter)