Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

At the checkpoint outside Mangshan, the guards on duty stood silently, the faint sound of a radio echoing from inside the guard post.

"Today is the 44th day of the Dew Moon. In this season of spring warmth and blooming flowers, all things revive..."

The guard exhaled a puff of white breath, wishing he could pull the radio announcer to his side from a distance, spit on him, and see if his face would freeze into an ice flower.

Just then, a motorcycle approached from afar. The guards recognized the motorcycle from a distance, but routine procedures still had to be followed.

"Stop! Please show your identification and remove any face coverings."

The guards stopped a young couple of officers riding on a motorcycle. The young officer took off his round black helmet, from which a wisp of steam rose, and handed the guard his identification.

"Warrant Officers Mo Zian and Han Dafu, welcome back to the school." The guard stiffly handed back the identification and saluted.

After returning the salute, the two put their helmets back on and rode their motorcycle towards the capital's military academy. The guards watched the motorcycle disappear into the distance before returning to their posts.

He used to envy motorcycles, but now he envies that helmet that looks so warm.

……

Inside the military academy dormitory.

几乎所有的人都在44日上午左右就返回了学校，只有个别路途遥远的人拖到了44日下午——学校虽然45日开学，但返校的红线却止步于44日晚戌时（20:00）。

Many students brought gifts as souvenirs, some of which were local specialties, while others were goods from their family businesses.

Mo Zian and Han Dafu especially liked the cheese and beef jerky that Chen Bunei brought—in fact, these two liked anything edible.

Zhao Shengnan then gifted each of her close friends a mechanical watch.

These wristwatches are much more convenient to use than pocket watches, and each one is made of the most robust materials and has been free of any unnecessary decorations.

Mo Zian really liked this watch.

Sturdy and durable, the lack of decoration actually highlights a rugged feel—clearly, some of Mo Zian's previous actions had reminded this girl who came from a watchmaking background.

The gift that Mo Zian brought was simple—a voucher that could be redeemed for a free motorcycle helmet.

"Look, the weapons that Lao Bi sent were made by the United Front."

Several female soldiers huddled together, and one of the hamsters pulled out the "Heroine" item, instantly sparking a lively discussion—

As Han Dafu said before, the female soldiers were not very comfortable with the [Martial Attendant] class, especially the female soldiers in the training squadron, who were martial artists themselves and were not afraid of close combat.

Moreover, as combat troops, they have sufficient main weapons and do not have a high demand for powerful handguns.

Therefore, what they really need is a small, sustained firepower secondary weapon that is easy to carry, conceal, and relatively lightweight.

And it also needs to be aesthetically pleasing—

Don't think this requirement is funny. Women's psychology is different from men's, and relative beauty is definitely one of the hard requirements.

The female soldiers reached a conclusion during dinner that evening.

Zhao Shengnan, who is straightforward and closest to Mo Zi'an, was chosen as the representative and sat down opposite Mo Zi'an with her plate.

"Are you all going to buy [Jin Guo]?"

"Yes! But we would like to make some requests," Zhao Shengnan continued.

"Of course, as long as I can do it." Mo Zian did not agree directly.

Zhao Shengnan got straight to the point: "First of all, we don't want silencers or those shapes. We're different from Dafu; we don't have that need."

The dimensions, especially the barrel length, could be increased slightly. And to be honest, cutting out those shaping elements would save a lot of money.

"Okay, is there anything else?" Mo Zian asked.

"The second request... well, it's more like a plea. We know that [female escorts] won't be cheap, but for various reasons, we don't really want to ask our families for money."

We want to use our own military pay to buy it, so it will likely have to wait until Lu Yue's military pay comes through. We'll calculate the interest for you.

The pay for a cadet warrant officer wasn't high; it was 60 silver dollars per season (180 days). Mo Zian roughly calculated the cost—

If we follow the other party's requirements, the cost can indeed be reduced somewhat, and he won't ask for an exorbitant amount.

"If you're going to try to charge me interest, that's too much of a formality. We're classmates, after all. Why are you talking to me about interest?"

Mo Zian said seriously, "According to your requirements, let's name this weapon [Heroine - General Use]. I estimate the cost will be 15-20 silver dollars."

You should just buy it at cost price. After all, you are the first batch of users and testers, and we would appreciate it if you could provide feedback on the modifications.

I'll use my communication privileges to notify the factory that Lu Yue's last day is a day off, and you can just take your military pay and collect the goods directly; there's no interest involved."

"Only 20 silver dollars? I thought it would be at least double that."

Zhao Shengnan was in a good mood. Her original plan was to use Lu Yue's 60 silver dollars as military pay, plus her own savings.

"Whether it's cheap or not depends on who you compare it to. The cost of making one [Warrior] is only 12 silver dollars." Mo Zian smiled slightly. "I am a soldier first and foremost. Selling weapons is ultimately a family business, not my responsibility."

Since you want to buy it, I have to set a price. After all, I can't let the workers at home starve.

But I would never cheat my comrades out of money in this area. This is different from others; this is someone who provides close protection and ensures survival on the battlefield.

"Okay, it's settled then."

Zhao Shengnan seemed very happy. "How about this, let's not stand on ceremony between comrades. We'll give you 25 silver dollars for each one, and then each of us will give you feedback on our experience using it."

"it is good."

……

After dinner.

"Yes, that's it, Master. Could you give my drawings to the third brother later? I think we could try having him take the lead..."

Okay, then I'll trouble you to give him a few more pointers, and also to help him with his evaluation... Okay, thank you, Master, I'll hang up now.

Mo Zian put down the receiver and walked out of the liaison room when a voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Mo Zian, classmate."

Mo Zian stopped, turned around to look at Wang Xinpei behind him, and saluted.

Good evening, Dean of Students.

Wang Xinpei walked up to Mo Zian, her heels clicking loudly in the quiet stairwell. "Your words sound beautiful, but is it really true?"

Mo Zian stared at Wang Xinpei across from him for a moment, then said in a serious tone, "This student does not understand what you are saying, but this student has always been consistent in word and deed."

"That certainly seems to be the case at present, and I... believe you."

Wang Xinpei nodded in apparent agreement, and then said, "I also hope that your words and actions are consistent. Also, let me remind you of something."

The Imperial Army's weaponry is currently a monopoly of the Empire. Some people may break the rules, but you're not qualified... At least, don't be impatient, and don't be the first to stick your neck out.

Without waiting for Mo Zian's reply, she left directly.

Goodbye, Dean of Students.

After Wang Xinpei's figure completely disappeared, Mo Zian took a deep breath and then exhaled, before returning to his dormitory.

......

45th day of the month in 844.

The sounding of the first reveille signaled the official start of the new school year and marked the beginning of the regular military academy life – the previous six months were at most a period of starting and adapting.

At the opening ceremony, Vice Principal Chen Zhiming solemnly introduced each teacher once again. At the same time, Chief Instructor Zhou Ting officially took over their military training.

At the same time, he also took over command of the armed forces.

Zhou Ting appeared extremely tall and strong, and his strength was also extremely formidable.

Mo Zian instinctively sensed a familiar feeling from him, a feeling he had only ever experienced with his master's wife, Feng Ye.

That was the aura of a powerful being.

After several days of training, it became clear that Zhou Ting and Shen Yi had completely different strengths—this colonel clearly had a deep understanding and mastery of traditional offensive and defensive warfare, positional warfare, and how to deal with Chen Huan's army in close combat.

……

"Classmates, today we're going to organize a practical skills competition."

Zhou Ting looked at the trainees who were already wearing protective gear and said, "Draw lots. The group that gets the same number will lose. The loser will have to wash the other person's smelly socks tonight."

The four groups competed simultaneously, with four lieutenant assistant instructors acting as referees.

"13, 14, 15, 16, step forward!"

Mo Zian took a step forward, got number 13, and carried the wooden greatsword to his assigned spot.

Then he saw Chen Bunei walk up to him, carrying a large wooden sword.

Both of them were cursing under their breath, while at the same time, everyone who hadn't yet taken the stage breathed a sigh of relief—

These two are currently recognized as among the top fighters in the training squadron.

Moreover, they all have a strong liking for sneak attacks on the lower body.

All I can say is that fate is truly wondrous.

Mo Zian adopted an extremely solid stance, but Zhou Ting frowned slightly upon seeing it. It wasn't that Mo Zian's practice was poor, but rather that, in Zhou Ting's opinion, it was completely off-track—he was clearly wielding a greatsword, but he was striking a pose resembling that of a swordsman.

The whistle blew.

Mo Zian and Chen Bu'nai charged at each other at the same time, and then simultaneously protected each other's lower body, as if they had planned it in advance.

Mo Zian reacted a beat faster, twisting his greatsword and thrusting it directly at Chen Bunei.

This sword strike had no set pattern and its power wasn't particularly fierce, but its advantage lay in its tricky angle and lightning-fast execution.

Chen Bu'nai remained calm, leaning back slightly and using his broadsword to deflect Mo Zi'an's sword from above. Then, with one hand, he swung the sword down from mid-air, following the momentum of the blow!

The wooden sword moved with the force of a landslide, its muffled whistling sound like thunder in Mo Zian's ears.

Everyone felt that this slash was like a mountain collapsing in front of them, impossible to avoid, but Mo Zian's feet took a mesmerizing step in the direction of the slash.

It was seen that it was spinning its entire body, forming an angle with the ground that made it almost impossible to stand.

Mo Zian's body barely avoided Chen Bu's blade, as if in the instant of a landslide, the people below suddenly found a parabolic blind spot from which they would not be crushed.

Mo Zian's move was not just about defense.

The greatsword that Chen Bu'nei had just deflected slightly changed direction and swung directly at Chen Bu'nei's ribs, like a reversed tide.

At this moment, Chen Bunei was more like a rock teetering on the brink of collapse in the waves.

"Ugh—"

Then Mo Zian clutched his groin and collapsed to the ground.

Chen Bu'nai rotated his ankle, retracted his sprawling leg, propped the wooden sword on the ground, and laughed wildly to the sky.

"Hahahaha, ugh..."

Chen Bu'nai collapsed to the ground, leaning on his wooden sword. Mo Zi'an withdrew the wooden sword he had thrust out, and grimaced as he got up.

With a smug look on his face, he placed the wooden sword against Chen Bu'nei's neck.

Chen Bu'nai learned from his mistakes, but he stumbled again when it came to protective gear.

Mo Zian certainly couldn't learn Lin Qingning's "iron underwear," but he could wear iron underwear.