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Chapter 1163 We Are Your Big Brother

In the summer of the third year of the Ming Dynasty, there was particularly abundant rainfall in Tianmen City.

As expected, Nantong District was flooded again, and our old friend cholera also arrived as expected.

However, compared with last year, the city is well prepared this year, with sufficient medical resources and disaster relief supplies.

However, the peace and tranquility is only limited to Tianmen, while the domestic situation remains severe and complicated.

The Yellow River burst its banks, and millions of people were displaced in the four states of Shanxi, Hebei, Shandong and Henan. The most direct manifestation was the influx of a large number of people from Jizhou into Tianmen, and the labor market, which had been dry due to rapid development, was quickly filled up and still could not fully absorb them.

There are also fierce dragons coming from all over the country who come here with the idea of ​​scooping up some money and running away. They steal, kidnap, kill and burn people everywhere, causing extremely bad impacts on the social security of Tianmen City.

In early August, an armed rebellion broke out in Fujian and Guangdong. Yang Xingzhou supported Xia Degong, the descendant of the previous royal family and the prince of Wu, as emperor and announced the restoration of the monarchy.

Hundreds of ghosts roamed the Hu-Nan Port at night, and demons were causing trouble, causing heavy casualties in the local secret service. Liu Zhihan, the head of the Intelligence Section of the Tianmen City Secret Service, was promoted to a patrol commissioner and led the elite forces of the bureau to the south.

A peasant named Wang Erxi in Shu founded a country and called himself the Great Emperor of Shenwu. He conferred titles on the concubines and civil and military officials in the six palaces and personally led his troops to attack the county town. However, he was suppressed by the local police station, who seized twenty prohibited weapons, two homemade guns, thirteen sets of armor, and 160 kilograms of opium.

On August 15th, the Naval Academy officially opened.

Naval Academy is an abbreviation, formerly known as Maritime Hall or Naval Academy.

The initial scale was relatively small, after all, there were neither teaching resources nor teaching staff.

After decades of development, the current Naval Academy is now as large as the Royal Naval Academy of the United States. It has even hired many senior officers of the Royal Navy as teachers.

The college is divided into four departments: Command Department, Ship Department, Engineering Department, and Logistics Department.

Normally, you must have graduated from high school with excellent grades to enter this place for further study. Otherwise, your knowledge level is not enough and you can't even understand the English spoken by the teacher.

But for well-known reasons, there are not so many outstanding talents graduating from high schools for you to train. There were none in the past, and there will be even fewer in the future.

Therefore, the vast majority of cadets at the Naval Academy are selected from within the Navy. The proportion of external applicants is extremely small, and most of them are from wealthy families or have connections.

How would ordinary people know which direction the gate of your Naval Academy faces?

After admission, all new students must undergo a six-week basic cultural training.

"There are no girls..."

"What are you thinking, how can there be girls in the Naval Academy?"

"A female military doctor."

The classroom is full of energetic young men with buzz cuts. The male hormones in the classroom are exploding. People come from all over the world, and only the topic about women is enduring and can easily resonate with everyone.

"I advise you not to have any illusions about female military doctors. Those women are no better at saving lives than they are at killing pigs."

The cultural levels of the students vary. Some have graduated from high school, or have been selected directly from the military for further studies. Others can only read and write, and cannot even do addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of three-digit numbers.

So naturally, some people work hard while others have little time during the cultural classes at the beginning of the school year.

"Hey, have you heard? We're going to have training after the cultural classes."

"Train them. I think they should train first and then go to class. A bunch of little brats are laughing all day long. They really treat this place as an ordinary school."

Song Anming looked at the "good student" who was studying hard in the front of the classroom with a look of disdain.

As soon as the school started, different factions emerged in the class.

On one side are the old soldiers who have worked hard in the army and at least started as non-commissioned officers.

On the other side are the new rookies who have never even touched a gun. In the eyes of the veterans, they are just free-range chickens who haven’t even grown all their hair yet.

How can this be done without practice? I don't know what the school is thinking.

Of course, even if they wanted to train, they would only train the rookies. The veterans did not plan to participate in any intensive training. This was not the time when they first joined the army. They had already experienced enough tricks used to fool rookies.

When it comes to training, the experience of the new instructors may not be as rich as theirs.

"I heard that you can apply to go directly to class and skip the training camp."

Qin Zhigang pointed his finger at the student in the front row and said, "Class monitor, is there such a saying?"

"some."

Wang Yunxiao put down the textbook in his hand and nodded, "Since you have passed both the liberal arts and martial arts exams, you don't need to attend the training camp and can report directly to the department."

"WTF? Excellent in both literature and martial arts? So exaggerated?"

Qin Zhigang couldn't help but widen his eyes: "I know about the literary exam, but there will be a test for basic knowledge six weeks later. What about the martial arts exam? It won't be a martial arts competition, right?"

"No, I heard it's a military skills competition, including triathlon, decathlon, weight-bearing, and shooting."

"Oh, that's fine."

Hearing that it was just a competition, Qin Zhigang was relieved. But he turned his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Class Leader Wang, you are such a good student, you should be able to pass the literary exam, right?"

Wang Yunxiao shook his head and said, "I don't need to take the exam, I can go straight to class."

Those with connections deserve to die!

Qin Zhigang silently complained in his heart.

Among this class of freshmen, Wang Yunxiao is considered to be one of the younger ones, but because he is tall, it doesn't seem obvious.

He said he was from the military, but he couldn't give the number of his unit, and no one believed him when he said he was in the Equipment Department.

Although he is physically strong, he is usually gentle and good-tempered. He sits in the classroom studying every day and looks like a scholar.

Of course, these are nothing. The main point that makes everyone unhappy is that he is a relative of someone else.

And he is a particularly strong-connected person.

When the school started, the head teacher came in, took a quick look, and without saying a word, appointed him as the class monitor.

It's a complete shady deal.

But you can't say against your conscience that he is not suitable to be the class monitor, because he can really settle things in the class.

On the third day of school, Song Anming led some people to fight with the class next door, and he was the one who brought the people back from the confinement room.

Last week, another classmate in the class suddenly suffered from stomach cramps, and he was also the one who carried him to the hospital.

The school implements closed management and does not allow free entry and exit. He can use facial recognition wherever he goes, and his words are more effective than those of the class teacher.

Everyone privately speculated that this guy was most likely the son of a military family, and a very high-ranking official at that.

Otherwise, why would everyone in the school give him so much face?

It's just that we are all men, and although we can't help gossiping in our hearts, we still feel embarrassed to be as rude as the old lady, who asks you how much you earn, whether you are married, and whether you have children.

Face is still needed.

Song Anming bit the pen and stared blankly for a long time. When he saw that there were still ten minutes before the end of the get out of class, he felt a burning sensation under his butt.

No, it's too boring. I have to find something to do.

In this era of information isolation, even highly educated students have nothing to talk about. After the initial weeks of novelty, it feels like a year to take basic cultural courses with these rookies.

Without a cell phone or computer, or comic books or novels, how can I relieve my worries? The only way is to tease the monitor.

Who made the squad leader have a good temper?

"Squad leader, have you ever practiced martial arts?"

"I have practiced."

"Have you practiced it? What kind of boxing did you practice? Which school of martial arts did you learn from?" "It's a very small and insignificant sect. I learned some messy street performers' tricks."

"No way... With such a great physique, why don't you learn from a famous teacher?"

"Because I like reading and love learning."

Wang Yunxiao remained calm and picked up the textbook. With such a high level of education, he certainly didn't need to start from the basics, so he spent all his free time preparing for his major courses.

Song Anming couldn't help but roll his eyes.

You have such a good physique, but you just study hard all day long.

"Let me ask you something. You've read a lot of books, but have you ever heard of the Eighteen Divine Skills?"

"Is it the Twelve Dharmas Cultivation System?"

"Yes, yes, yes, the Twelve Dharmas. I miscounted them. Our captain is a practitioner. What he practices is... the Palace Soldier Dharma. It's extremely powerful!"

When talking about this, Song Anming's eyes lit up.

The attention of others was also attracted.

"Yes, I have seen it too. After practicing that technique, one can fly into the sky and hide underground, and be invulnerable to swords and guns. It's so awesome!"

"I heard that there are twelve levels, and only the strongest warriors in the army can practice it."

"It's not the twelfth level."

Wang Yunxiao kindly corrected him, “There are twelve different cultivation methods, and the Palace Soldier is just one of them.”

"Are there really twelve kinds? Can you tell me what they are?"

"Chess emperor, actors, soldiers, geomancers, craftsmen, ghosts..."

Wang Yunxiao finished speaking while counting on his fingers, and everyone was stunned.

This reaction is normal, and he had the same reaction when he first came into contact with this knowledge.

There was only one thought in my mind - what the hell is this?

If there is any difference, it is that there is no need to be shy when discussing the knowledge of the Twelve Dharmas.

It’s not that there is a need for confidentiality, but any student who is able to enter the Naval Academy, regardless of their educational level, must have their personal values ​​examined.

Don't be so startled when you hear something strange.

Even if Wang Yunxiao doesn't explain it to them, when they officially start studying in the future, there will probably be special teachers to teach everyone this knowledge.

They are all good candidates for training to become palace soldiers.

Of course, the palace soldiers are just a backup. If there really is a talented student like a chess player or an actor among these students, the class teacher would probably be so happy that his eyes would bloom.

As expected, within a few days, word got out in the school that during the intensive training following the baseline examination in cultural subjects, all new students participating in the training would be given training materials on the Fubing Method.

Now the old soldiers who were originally not interested in this also perked up.

However, that afternoon, news came from senior students that the Fubing School had no future and that people should not practice it lightly, lest they go astray.

That is a practice method prepared for grassroots soldiers. You all come to the Naval Academy for further studies, and you will start directly as officers after graduation.

Still training the government soldiers? Then wouldn't all these years of studying be in vain?
Song Anming was confused and came back to ask his squad leader for advice.

"Which method to practice and whether it can produce results still depends on personal talent."

Wang Yunxiao tried his best to explain it to him in a language he could understand.

"What the senior said makes sense. You are all from the navy, so it shouldn't be difficult for you to train as a palace soldier. It would be best if you could learn another skill as well. It's always good to have many skills."

"Then how do I know what talent I have?"

"This... depends on chance. The school should do a statistical screening. If you really have talents in other areas, they will definitely not miss you."

Speak of opportunity, and it will come.

The next morning during class, a strange young military officer walked into the classroom with a harmless smile.

"Hello, everyone. My last name is Cheng, and my name is Cheng Feng..."

Cheng Feng glanced down, and when he saw Wang Yunxiao, the smile on his face suddenly stopped.

He looked down at the class roster again.

Is this right?
Mr. Wang, what are you doing sitting here?
Wang Yunxiao nodded and smiled, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Cheng Feng took a deep breath, trying to calm his soaring blood pressure.

He came to screen people.

The senior officers trained by the Naval Academy are all compound talents, and the simple military techniques are indeed not enough to meet the needs of deep-sea operations of large ships.

The importance of chess emperors and actors became increasingly prominent.

Cheng Feng’s method of screening people is very simple, just chatting.

Talk to each new student one by one and judge by their conversation whether they have the talent to practice the right way of an actor.

The day after Cheng Feng left, someone from the Astronomical Bureau also came. Wang Yunxiao didn’t recognize the person, but he was still dressed coolly with sunglasses.

The results of these two screenings have not been made public.

If they really have this talent, the school will definitely focus on training them and also protect them. If they spread the word at this time, it would not be a good thing for the freshmen.

It’s like a worker who suddenly wins five million in the lottery. Once he becomes rich overnight, he doesn’t know what to do with himself and it’s easy to lose himself.

Although the school did not announce it, it could not resist the speculation and temptation of those who were interested.

Competition and friction between small groups are inevitable everywhere, and this is also true in schools.

When school was about to end on Friday, several senior students walked into the classroom, stood on the podium, and glanced around with sharp eyes.

"Hello, classmates. Sorry to take up a moment of your time. My name is Xia Chengyuan, and I'm your senior big brother!"

The senior student paused here and scanned the expressions on everyone's faces.

"I came here today because I wanted to invite a few classmates to join our interest club!"

Song Anming asked in confusion: "What club?"

"Iron Blood Society!"

grass……

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself that you guys are really not afraid of death. The former members of the Iron Blood Society have all been sent to build the Northwest. There is no train there yet, so they may not have arrived yet.

Of course, this Iron Blood Society may not be that Iron Blood Society.

The senior brothers who come here may not really want to recruit people.

It’s more like looking for someone.

In what he said just now, the focus was not on the Iron Blood Society, but on his last name, Xia.

This was the surname of the royal family of the previous dynasty.

As soon as Wang Yunxiao thought of this, he felt Xia Chengyuan's gaze towards him.

(End of this chapter)