That might be the price, Kasia said to herself. Pain can affect all aspects of the body to a certain extent, and the great feeling of pain in battle can sometimes interfere with one's perception. If the pain is severe enough, it is completely predictable that some organs will lose their function.

But losing the pain can also be a huge problem, the message in battle often changes too quickly, and the speed and reflexes of the surgeon, or the basic qualities of the body, seem to be evolving faster than the brain. This means that the movements of the body may not be equal to the commands of the brain at some point.

This is not only the military academy, but also within other forces, and of course, the imperial military, why these organizations continue to strengthen the intensity of training, and constantly hone the physical and various foundations of soldiers and students. The first is to form the necessary instinctive reactions, so that the body itself remembers at which time, which reaction should be made, how to avoid attacks, and how to fight. After all, touch sensations are not directly transmitted to the brain, they also need to go through the conversion of electrical signals, through the nerves to the brain for processing, and then give feedback to the limbs to make corresponding movements.

It's a short time, but it does take a little time. The military school has deliberately performed some major nerve replacement surgeries for their students, but the effect will become smaller and smaller as their surgical stage increases. And this is the second purpose of continuous training, to try to form a reflex instinct as much as possible, and also to store a given response in the brain. It's like being pointed at the head with a gun, and you will subconsciously turn your head to avoid the muzzle. The benefit of having memory is that the next time you face a similar situation, the brain will have less time to process. It might be more appropriate to call this experience. It is an indisputable fact that the survival rate of battlefield veterans is higher than that of new recruits.

Pain plays a very important role in this, which can be seen as the starting signal of the machine, in addition to its own perception, pain is also another major source of information for most surgeons in battle.

Many organs and tissues use pain as a signal. Losing the pain in battle might be a good thing, at least in Kasia's opinion, she could fight more casually. But this is not the case at this moment, when the whale's method gradually fell silent, and the bad state of the whole body suddenly appeared, it also explained his shortcomings.

In the absence of any pain, there is simply no accurate location in the brain to what extent injuries accumulate in the body. The sudden and unnoticeable collapse of the body, or death, does not seem to be a surprise. This feeling has occurred once at the base of the volcano, and it is not something that can be avoided if you pay attention to it.

Shaking his head, Kasia took out the last pair of custom-made syringes from the salute box, fixed them to various parts of his body, and then pulled a suitable piece of clothing from the corpse at his feet and put it on his body.

The stock of blue silver bullets is running out, and there is a limit to the number of applications from the military school, and Kasia only knew about this before this mission. Originally, it was intended to replace all the platinum bullets with blue and silver bullets, and then upgrade the specifications of the firecrackers to the corresponding level. But it was rejected by the staff of the logistics department. Depending on the school's status, Kasia couldn't use that level of firebolt yet, the revolver was already his limit, and the blue-silver bullets could only be used for fifty rounds per mission.

And not only is there a restriction on the status level, in most areas of the empire, the platinum bullet seems to be the final upper limit.

"The blue silver bullet was originally specially supplied to the southern forest, you can apply for some, it is already the maximum that the military school has won. The staff finally gave the reason.

With less than thirty rounds remaining, Kasia tightened her clothes and placed a few spare drums in handy places. The fire gun is also hung on the body, and the forged steel sword seems to be ineffective, and the pneumatic sword still has the sharpness and toughness that surpasses the forged steel sword when it is not turned on in the red-hot state. The only drawback is that the pneumatic sword looks a little larger, but the weight has increased several times.

After moving his body, there was a "crackling" bone sound all over his body. The diluted dragon blood will no longer cause the muscle tissue to dissolve like it did last time. But the huge pressure and load brought by scaling is not something that the current Kasia can completely ignore. With two pneumatic swords on his back, Kasia listened to the movement outside the factory and exited through the barn door at the bottom of the room.

The air became fresher, and the night breeze was blowing, and the smell of gunpowder dissipated quickly. Between the fog formed by clouds and steam, the cold moonlight often fell, unaffected by the sound of gunfire.

Less than a dozen meters away from the warehouse door, there is a straight and wide road, surrounded by a small field on both sides. In the distance, other factories are lit up. As if there was no reaction to the battle that took place here, the sound of gunfire and explosions swept over a distance of about 100 meters, and then entered the factory, whether it was possible to penetrate the noise of the forging press and various finishing machines, and really reach the ears of the workers there, Kasia was not optimistic.

The orange-yellow shadows of tracer bullets flying above the road could be seen, and the fleeting flash of the steel-hulled bomb illuminated the uneven weedy ground. The clumps of withered grass in winter were artificially lit, and the dim glow of the fire shrouded the irregular circular areas.

Ovilla's side doesn't seem to have an absolute advantage. The number of people is much smaller than Ye Jielin's team that came here this time. The impact of the surgical phase was offset by the difficulty of numbers, and the fighting became more and more positional, and both sides were waiting for an opportunity to break the situation.

With the occasional flickering flash of explosive light, Kasia cautiously ran through the shadows, continuously translating the scene in front of him into a picture, comparing them to find the location of the enemy, and sneaking towards Ovilla's side.

The distance is getting closer and closer, and the people of Ovia, who are pinned down in the front, have not put even the slightest thought into the factory on their side, and everyone's perception is used to find the enemy hiding in front. Tracer bullets will reveal the user's position, but the people on both sides have a certain amount of experience, and the person who shoots in one position has already become a penetrated corpse.

I have seen someone lying there in front of me, blocking the enemy's position with accurate shots, and on the other hand, relying on the action of his knees, flexibly changing positions. Kasia immediately slowed down, her breath and heartbeat being forced to the lowest point in a matter of steps.

Less than a dozen meters away, Kasia stretched out his free right hand, ready to lurk over and pinch the enemy's neck, when an inopportune sound made his half-arched body fall down.