Chaos God

For Aslan, the decision to join the army may be the most decisive choice in his temporary ten-year career. He has lived a life of homelessness since he was a child. He experienced separation again and again.

Now he is sitting in the classroom of the Non-commissioned Officer Academy. According to the timetable, the first period of admission should be theoretical courses, but...

"Hey, have you heard? Our instructor seems to have retired from the front line because of injury."

"Ah, I know. It is said that many primitive people were killed on the battlefield. I really admire him!"

"The red vicious dog, of course, catching prey on the battlefield is a fatal bite."

"That group of hateful primitive people, sooner or later they will all disappear."

The words of his classmates made Aslan feel a bit harsh. He turned his head away and didn't want to listen any more. He wanted to shield these malicious words from his ears. He put a hand on the back of his hand and turned around. He saw Nigel's gentle and reassuring smile when he turned his head, and he pulled up the corners of his mouth to show the same smile.

"By the way, why hasn't the instructor come yet? It's been more than 10 minutes."

"It's a bit irresponsible..."

A few students sitting close started to whisper, and then Aslan heard a voice that sounded like the owner of this voice was more irritable, "I said you guys, have you finished the quarrel?"

The silver-haired boy leaned on the back of the chair with his hands behind his back. The strange thing is that he didn't fall down while maintaining this posture. But when the students calmed down and focused all their attention on him, the door was kicked hard. Open, it slammed into the wall with a "bang", and before all the teenagers could react, a light machine gun fired indiscriminately at the unarmed adjuster boys and girls.

Aslan only felt a heavy blow on his arm, and instantly his whole arm felt so numb that he couldn't lift it up, and he felt that his sleeves were wet and sticky, but it was not as he imagined. The pain, almost the moment he was shot, subconsciously kicked over the table in front of him, and grabbed Nigel, who was shot in the leg next to him, and lay down behind the simple bunker.

What's going on here? Could it be that the enemy army plans to bloodbath the NCO academy? !How did they get into ZAFT? !Aslan felt that his brain was stuffed with all kinds of information and it was about to explode. Some of his classmates at the same time had already been shot several times, while others were lying on the ground unable to move completely after being hit by a few bullets. Gripped by the fear of death, some girls were so frightened that they hid aside and trembled and almost cried. Aslan touched his arm subconsciously, and then he discovered a problem, it was not his own blood, his His arm just went numb, and he stretched out his hand to tear off the sleeve. He found that his hand was not even bleeding except for the redness from the impact.

How is this going? !

Just when he was shocked, the rattling light machine gun finally stopped, and immediately all the teenagers present who hadn't been frightened to the point of losing their nerves heard a ridicule full of sarcasm, "This is what you want to be the future ZAFT's red-clothed elite... my juniors? Is this the only level?"

Although Aslan had already guessed what was going on, he did not poke his head out of the bunker rashly, but signaled Nigel beside him to wait. Sure enough, he heard the counting voice of the other party, "One, Two, three... no, two and a half..." The voice paused mockingly, "there are 40 people in the class, forty is enough to make a simple bunker with tables and chairs, only two people thought of this method ?”

"What the hell is going on with you!" Aslan heard someone yelling like that. It was the silver-haired boy with a temper like a storm. Many adjuster boys who thought they were dead got up one after another, with lingering fears in their hearts. Touching the red liquid on his body, a surge of anger suddenly surged up.

"What's the matter with you guy! Answer me quickly!"

When Aslan came out from behind the bunker, he saw a tall woman with short black hair and wearing a Zaft red elite uniform carrying a light machine gun on her shoulders. The eyebrows on her face were so raised that they almost flew into her hair. "Yizhakjuer, score one point," then ignored the silver-haired boy's roar and turned to look at Aslan, "Aslan Sarah, score one point," her gaze passed Aslan and landed on On Nigel next to him, "You don't count points, it must be pulled into the bunker by the people around you."

"I said you bastard!" Yitzhak's temper finally exploded like ignited gunpowder. He took a step forward to grab the woman's collar, but the other side took a step back and grabbed his arm directly. An over-the-shoulder fall knocked him to the ground, and then this tall woman, who Aslan estimated to be 1.8 meters tall and taller, stepped onto the podium, her eagle-like golden eyes swept over everyone present, "My name is Usepala Mention, I will be your tutor from today, and this is the first lesson I will teach you."

"What kind of class is this!" Yitzhak coughed twice and got up from the ground.

"War class." Uther glanced at him, "When you step into my class, you are no longer young masters and ladies at home, but grassroots soldiers who will be pushed to the front line to die at any time. You'd better understand this .”

"Cut." Yitzhak looked unconvinced, but at least he didn't refute anything.

"Okay, those who are lying on the ground get up, and I will give you 3 minutes to clean up the scene. If the time is up, those who haven't stopped will consciously go out and run 5000 meters." Uther clapped his hands, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then started to panic After tidying up the fallen tables and chairs and things that fell on the ground, Uther leaned against the side of the door that she kicked crookedly and looked at his watch calmly.

When the pointer passed 3 minutes, she raised her head and saw a group of children standing in disorder, "It's so-so." She smiled and stood up straight, "Boys, listen to me, from now on, You are a member of the ZAFT army, a soldier, I don’t care whether you get out of this class in red or green, elite or bastard, I will train you equally, and it is best to hug me Come to me with the determination to die, otherwise, instead of dying on the battlefield in the future, I will let you die here now! Did you hear that?!"

"Listen, hear."

"louder please!"

"I heard it!!" The teenagers stood up straight with their hands behind their backs and raised their heads.

"Then go out and run [-] meters with the weight on your back now, and you won't be allowed to eat until you finish the run. By the way, it's only half an hour before you leave for lunch. Work hard." User looked at his watch and came casually In a word, the faces of all the teenagers changed, and Uther lowered his eyelids. After issuing the order, she no longer cared about the reactions of the group of teenagers.

"Instructor Paraty, according to the schedule, the first three weeks will be theory classes..." A girl who looked a little smaller than Aslan said cautiously, stepping forward.

"29 minutes 30 seconds."

"Palati Instructor..."

"29 minutes and 29... oh, eight seconds."

Aslan understood that it was meaningless to spend any more time with her. He gritted his teeth and took the lead to rush out of the classroom with a heavy load on his back and run to the playground, followed by Nigel. Yitzhak glared at Yu Se turned around and ran out at a glance, and finally the boys and girls who were looking at each other rushed up and all ran out.

"Damn it, what does that mad dog want to do!" Yitzhak ran ahead with a load on his back, roaring unwillingly and angrily as he ran, he was stunned by her arrogant attitude, although the other party With a height of 1.8 meters [-], there is no pressure to look down on him, "Is the so-called red dog of Zaft a mad dog?!"

"Stop talking, save some energy and run!"

A group of teenagers were desperately carrying a weight of [-] meters on the playground. User stood behind the window with his arms folded and watched coldly through the glass, "Is it really okay to take such a strong drug as soon as you come up?"

"If you don't want to die on the battlefield, it's better to let them see the essence of war." Uther replied coldly, "Why are you here?"

"It's just a coincidence." Lauru Kruse's face always had a smile that Uther couldn't understand, which made her creepy. That kind of method has everything, and there is a smile that seems to have nothing, which makes Uther feel threatened. "Speaking of which, your words are really intimidating." He was referring to the opening speech of "it is better to die here than to die on the battlefield".

"I'm not joking or intimidating them. That's how war is. Children who don't have the awareness to die on the battlefield and have childish fantasies about the meat grinder, compared to dying there, even the corpse If you can't find it, I would rather let them die here quickly."

"... Tsk tsk, that's what I said."

"I came out of blood and fire, and I understand the cruelty there."

"But you came back alive." Cruze said softly, falling into Uther's ear like a delicate, heart-to-heart taunt, "and, 'It is said that many primitive people were killed'." With that annoying smile.

"On the battlefield, you are either killed or killed. I think you know better than me." Uther said with a cold face, "I'll go down and have a look." Then he turned and left without looking back.

"Heh." Kruse cast his eyes on Aslan, Nichol and Yitzhak who were running on the playground without hesitation, showing a smile that Uther called "treacherous", as if in that Under the mask, something terrible was bred.

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