That afternoon, all the students participating in the mission gathered in the square, standing in different areas by class.
Students carried half-human-height tactical bags on their backs, weapons in hand, their faces filled with excitement.
It seemed this wasn't a mission, but a chance for a scenic outdoor camping trip.
In the crowd, one person's gear was particularly eye-catching.
He had a tactical bag on his left shoulder and a black, over two-meter-long rectangular iron case on his right, with a battle sword hanging at his waist. He looked well-equipped.
"What is he carrying?"
"Looks like a gun case."
"A gun? Spiritualists playing with guns?"
The Special Warfare students were all talking at once, even the Conducting Department next door noticed and turned their gaze this way, as if watching something amusing.
The laughter from the Conducting Department reached their ears, and Xiang Dongyang looked helplessly at Qin Tian.
