"That's it in a nutshell," Ask concluded. "The whole mission is to get into the trenches, cross them, rush through the artillery bombardment range, and then destroy their mortar positions, and that's it."
"Wait a minute!" Hans suddenly raised his hand. "Did I miss any steps? How do I get through the bombardment range?"
"When the shells fall, look where they're going to land and get out of the way," Ask said. "Just run through it."
Swordsmen: ...
"What would happen if we didn't avoid it?" Nuremberg asked politely.
“It could get hurt,” Ask said.
"This isn't a question of whether or not you'll get hurt." Hans complained fiercely, "If you get hit by shrapnel from a mortar shell, you'll die! You'll die instantly and there's no way you can save yourself!"
"So just don't get hit," said Ask.
"Then how can we ensure that we won't be hit?" Nuremberg asked with a wry smile.
"There's nothing you can do except practice more," Ask said. "When you see a shell falling, get out of the way immediately. You have to react quickly."
Swordsmen: ...
There were so many flaws in this statement that no one knew where to start, and no one spoke for a moment.
How do you practice dodging artillery shells? Do you practice with real bullets? If you fail in practice, will you just die? What is the difference between this practice and actual combat? How did you practice, Chief? In your previous life? Is this the reason for reincarnation
The swordsmen were too weak to complain, but the girls remained calm throughout. After all, the captain had done so many amazing things, and dodging mortar shells was a piece of cake.
Only Medea covered her mouth to hold back her laughter. She knew that Ask's so-called practice was in the club's private server environment, where one could be reborn directly after death, so he could practice "mortar dodge" thousands of times.
In other words, no one here can do what Ask is doing. Reality is not a virtual online game, it's impossible.
"Captain," Medea said slowly, "We don't have the conditions to practice with you now. Let's try a more practical method."
"Hmm." Ask thought for a moment, "Since you can't do it, then we can only try a simpler plan."
"What plan?" the swordsmen asked hurriedly.
"I'll rush over first and kill all the Templars firing mortars." Ask said slowly, "Then you guys rush over to fight."
Swordsmen: ...
"Chief." Everyone was stunned for a long time, and Hans was the first to react. He smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't our mission this time to destroy the Templars' mortars?"
"If you can get through the artillery fire alone and kill the Templars firing the mortars, then why are we going there? Can't you complete the mission alone?"
"That's true, but there must be something you can do, right?" Ask thought for a while and said, "For example, cleaning up the battlefield?"
The swordsmen burst into tears. We are the swordsmen of the Richardnner Swordsmen Corps, each of whom is a high-level extraordinary being. Are they only qualified to clean up the battlefield in front of you, Chief Ask