Chapter 458: Fighting Back (2/2)

Inside the firing room, rows of experienced gunners sat behind the breach of the canons, adjusting their aims and passing commands to the operator. Their accuracy rate could be ten times better than auto-aiming. However, manual aiming required a significant amount of soul energy. So, in order to ensure accuracy, the shooters rotated shifts every ten minutes or so.

Karl was waiting impatiently for his turn. All his training and exercising was for this moment. He felt that his blood was boiling.

”Captain, the enemy has flanked us from both sides.”

Kaost thought for a second and asked, ”Which side is closer to us?”

”Left. They are ten minutes away from entering the rang of our artillery.”

”Come left to ninety-three degree.”

”Aye, sir!”

Samantha started to notice that some of the shooters began to show sign of exhaustion.

”Bring on the reserve!”

”They are students.”

”Follow my orders, soldier,” Samantha shouted, her voice seeming to even cut apart the hearts.

After a while, Karl finally got his hands on the scope.

”Thank you, Principal. You are the best! Ah-Ha! You little b*stards! Taste my balls! ”

As soon as the gunners retired from their post, they started to recuperate their soul energy. They knew that these kids were the best of the best in their school, so they shouldn't be worse than auto-aiming.

Amidst the chaos, Samantha suddenly realized that this would probably be the new normal should Ark continue its course. Although she couldn't figure out the confederation's real motive, she knew she had to prepare the ship for long-term struggles.

”Confederation—F*CK YAY!” Karl shouted as he shot down one Zerg after another. Although this was his first time holding a real gun, his accuracy was a whopping ninety three percent. Even Samantha was taken aback by the result: this was the best number she had ever seen.

The rest of the students didn't fall behind too far from Karl. Some of them, such as Zhou Sisi, Flash, and Bisu, performed even better than the veterans.

The students' calm execution and unwavering mettle had won the hearts of the veterans. Other than Karl, who appeared to be on some kind of chemical, the students held a deadly calm on their face.

As profanity mixed with spit spilled out of Karl's mouth, the operated suddenly had the urge to kick him out of his chair. But considering his incredible accuracy, the operator kept his silence as Karl's spit rained on him with equal accuracy as his aim.

The students' help had alleviated much pressure from the firing team. After a brief period of recuperation, the firing team returned to their post.

By then, the battle outside of the ship had become the key to the victory.

”Captain, should we let the students join the space battle? They had done a good job helping the firing team.”

Kaost shook his head and said, ”Not yet. We won't call in the students unless we are desperate.”

Kaost had already lost Patroclus, and he didn't want to lose any other kids.