Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 52 The Untamable Bear
"We are all squatting in the arena, how do you know so much?" Angron was very puzzled and curious, "If I grow up to your age, will I automatically acquire the knowledge you know?"

Crest couldn't understand these weapons either, but she used a mocking look at Angron to hide her lack of knowledge.

"I recognize the sword in here." Yochula picked up the sword. "I have seen this damn thing cut through the steel-hard flesh of desert worms with my own eyes."

Ono stopped fiddling with the weapons, stood up, looked at Qin Xia and Angron, who were both puzzled, and explained, "I have not only seen these weapons, but I have also used them. I was once a member of the rebel army, and we used these weapons to fight."

Ono looked at Angron again. "We ordinary people don't have your size. We can't tear steel apart with our bare hands. If we can't master these weapons that belong to slave owners, then the uprising I participated in would not have lasted two months, but only one minute."

Angron nodded.

Crest looked at Ono in surprise. She thought that this man who looked as scary as a bear was just a kind-hearted unlucky guy, but she never imagined that he was actually a ruthless character who had participated in the rebels.

Qin Xia was also surprised by this. The information he knew did not include Ono's past, so he also did not know that Ono had ever participated in the rebel army.

Insurgents, under normal circumstances, the term refers to a group of people engaging in armed resistance.

But in the place of Nuceria and in the language of Nuceria, the word "rebel" and "death" have the same origin, which is enough to show that only a ruthless person would join the rebels.

"That is all in the past. The rebels, my companions, and my reputation as the untamable bear, have long been buried in the red sands of Nuceria."

Ono obviously didn't want to talk much about the things that happened in his youth, even though the people present were all people he absolutely trusted and with whom he had a life-long friendship.

"I mentioned the rebel army just to say that I can use these weapons. If you need me to use them one day or I want to teach others how to use them, just come to me." Ono said to Qin Xia.

Qin Xia smiled and nodded. He now had a plan to deal with the thing he had been worrying about.

Of these weapons, he would only use the heavy machine gun and the sword... If the sword required any special actions to activate, like tapping three or four times, he wouldn't use it.

Even the way to use a heavy machine gun was something Qin Xia learned through visual observation from the soldiers using machine guns when he was in the manor, charging towards the four-legged machine in front of the corridor with the psychic barrier.

It was a surprise that Ono could use these weapons.

"Excuse me." Yochula suddenly raised his hand and asked Ono sincerely, "When I was a child, I heard... I heard that the rebels were forcibly implanted with prostheses by their leaders, and that the prostheses could produce and sell their own excrement... and that the rebels were mass-producing small rebels in the wilderness every day and night... This is fake, right?"

Ono was stunned by Yochula's words. It took him a long time to react. He looked confused and said, "Where did you hear that? How can we have implants? Besides, we are either busy running around or too tired to move every day. How can we create a small army at night?"

"I guessed right!" Yochula clenched his fists excitedly, "I said the propaganda of the High Knights was false! But the slaves who worked with me at the time thought I was defending the so-called thugs who I had never seen with my own eyes!"

Ono frowned, his expression changed from bewilderment to astonishment, then to disbelief, and then to melancholy...

Qin Xia, who was observing Ono from the side, had never seen a person with so many expressions on his face in less than two seconds.

If the profession of actor appears in Nukeria in the future, Ono's reaction at this time can be regarded as a textbook example, although this is a real emotional expression that can never be performed, it is an expression of one person's emotions.

"So... when our rebel army was fighting the slave owners, wild beasts and poisonous insects in the Red Sand Desert..." Ono's voice trembled, "people in other places thought we were a bunch of lunatics who lived on shit and had no moral or ethical concepts?"

Faced with this question, Yochula's head shook up and down very slightly, but then shook left and right sharply: "No, of course not, some people may think so, but not all of them..."

Ono questioned Yochula with his eyes, but his eyes gave Yochula the feeling of a heavy hammer rather than a sharp knife, as if they were going to smash open a door to the truth.

“Well…most of them,” Yochula muttered, “but I think those video images are fake…”

"Are there any video images?" Ono's dry and cracked lips trembled.

Yochula opened his mouth to speak but stopped, his eyes dodging, he spread his hands and put them back to his waist, licked his lips and wanted to say something, but closed his mouth again. After hesitating for a long time, Yochula whispered: "When I first entered the arena, I was not afraid of your bear-like body at all, because I knew you... The Guards played your video in the square, in which you... You forced the female soldiers to line up in front of their relatives..."

"I believed it at the time, but later I told my mother about it..." Yochula said quickly, "My mother said she saw you robbing the Guards' supply transport team and distributing the goods to the poor, so I firmly believe that you are not a bad person..."

After hearing this, Ono's eyeballs trembled a few times in his eye sockets, and he retreated to the corner of the wall and "slid" from the wall to the cold ground.

“You have never done such a thing.” Angron sensed Ono’s emotions. “I know as well as you do that you have never done anything evil…”

Ono swallowed his saliva as if seeing stars, and swallowed back the explanation he was about to say.

It was indeed much easier to have Angron here than for him to explain it himself.

"This is very important information." Qin Xia analyzed seriously.

"When we... our rebels were fighting the slave owners, most people thought we were just eating shit." Ono took two breaths, "This is really an important piece of information."

"I mean the information behind this is very important." Qin Xia glanced at everyone and said his own inference, "Obviously, they have a way to create so-called real evidence, and they must have a mature system to spread the false information they created to every corner."

"This means that if one day we choose to leave the arena when the time is right, we will be subjected to the same propaganda attack."

The only one who responded to Qin Xia's speculation was Angron, who felt the same way and nodded.

Ono huddled in a corner, murmuring in pain: "Why are we not welcomed wherever we go..."

Yochula looked at Ono apologetically.

Crest lowered his head in deep thought, no one knew what he was thinking about.

"Let's talk about this first." Qin Xia raised his hand and made a hole in the rock. He put all the things he brought back into the hole and then closed the rock.

The barriers were also removed.

Kleist turned around, put his arm around Yochula's shoulders, and led him away, muttering to himself.

"Can you tell me more? Tell me more and I'll teach you some powerful fighting techniques."

"What? Ma'am? What?"

"Of course it's the video about Ono you mentioned."

"..."

Hearing what Kleist and Yochula whispered, Qin Xia sighed.

He originally thought that the ruling skills of the Nuceria slave owners were close to zero, and that they could only maintain their rule by relying on black technology.

But now it seems that slave owners are very good at taking advantage of people's curiosity and using technical means to launch propaganda attacks on their enemies.

Qin Xia felt that when he was in the arena, he had to consider in advance the many things he would do after escaping from the arena, and he had to add one more thing - dealing with propaganda attacks.

(End of this chapter)