After Transmigrating, I Became a God by Plundering --- Chapter 11: Combat Skills (1)

On the outdoor training grounds, our three classes were attending a joint combat skills class. However, there were as many as fifty instructors for this combat skills lesson. Have you ever had fifty teachers give you a single class? If you average it out among the three classes, that's one teacher for every 2-3 students. This isn't a large class; it's personalized instruction! The leading instructor, with a full beard and a shiny bald head, spoke with a Sichuan accent, "You brats, is it that surprising?" "Teacher, fifty teachers, how could we not be surprised?" a student boldly retorted. "Fifty? Is that a lot? You should know that all combat skills courses in the entire academy are taught by these fifty of us together. You are a special class, with only three classes. Think about it, excluding the life skills classes where you don't have combat training, we have the largest number of students in the combat classes. This year, the academy recruited fifteen thousand students for the combat classes, which means 150 classes on average. We need to handle 30 classes simultaneously. Do you still think we have too many people?" Thinking about it that way, I couldn't refute him, and the entire place fell silent. "Since there are no more questions, I'll speak, and you'll listen. First, for today's first lesson, don't worry, we won't start training yet. What you need to do is choose the direction for your future combat skills. You have the entire afternoon to consider slowly. There are training wooden weapons nearby that you can play with, but if anyone gets hurt, don't blame me for being harsh."