Chapter 95: Revised - 5 Skills Come from Hard Practice
The routine drill of the Mechanical Repair Camp was over. These cadets were different from the Special Forces Camp. Their main training focused on familiarizing and mastering the structure and key repair points of various active weaponry and equipment. In future battles, repair soldiers who only knew theory and lacked practical experience would be scolded harshly. The soldiers of combat units had bad tempers; if they couldn’t fix things, they would be cursed, and if they took too long to fix them, they’d be cursed anyway.
Major Hanke was a short officer, having served for almost ten years. He was skilled in military mechanical repairs. His appearance didn’t resemble that of a major but more of a middle-aged farmer, with rough hands and feet, looking honest and simple. He had been suppressing laughter seeing Fatty happily laughing on the side. As soon as the drill ended, he handed the cadets over to Fatty and cheerfully pulled up a chair to watch the training of the Special Forces Camp.
The cadets of the Special Forces Camp were fuming. Just when they got rid of one fat guy, another simpleton came along, deepening their grudges.
In the Mechanical Repair Camp, aside from a few veteran soldiers who joined midway, most others were newly admitted cadets majoring in Mecha and Weapon Design and Manufacturing. The theory would wait for them to master later; previous repair training had been very minimal, only rudimentarily allowing them to familiarize themselves with the equipment.
It was Fatty’s first time as an instructor, and he trained and set standards completely based on his own methods, not following the manual, making his teaching appear very irresponsible.
Using an electronic pen, he casually drew the disassembled parts and steps of the BG-17 Federation standard energy rifle on a virtual board, then proceeded to demonstrate each step one by one. After the demonstration, the rest was up to the cadets to explore the disassembly and assembly while looking at the diagram.
Fatty himself had trained this way. The BG-17’s parts assembly was excellent, considered one of the simplest among standard weapons. The requirement was to be more familiar with the disassembly and assembly each time. On this first day, they had to perform the disassembly and assembly a hundred times until they met the standards of twelve seconds for disassembly and fifteen seconds for assembly.
Simple as it may be, the issue was that this thing was heavy. The cadets had just been rigorously drilled in tedious formations by Major Hanke, leaving them with sore waists, aching backs, numb hands, and weak legs, complaining constantly. Now, Fatty, who seemed relaxed on the side, made them more resentful by merely drawing a few diagrams, ending the session, leaving them with the exhausting and tedious task of disassembly and reassembly.