Chapter 784 Recruitment Training (Central)
The carriage wheels pressed through the gravel between the sleepers, making a tingling sound.
When the track carriage ran through the last section of sleepers, Ditteribert saw dozens of rows of gray wooden houses standing suddenly on the horizon.
These barracks built with prefabricated wooden boards are arranged neatly like chessboards, with pennants of different colors floating on each row of roofs - that is the logo that distinguishes each squadron. "This camp is flatter than the glutinous yard in our village." Grover, a fellow villager, set up a pergola with his right hand and shouted novelly.
When the track carriage reached the reservation location, before the Norn Mountains looked around, the officers and mercenary agents shouted again. "Get out of the car, get off one by one, don't drop things." "Hurry up, the people behind are still waiting to use the car, Pigs." "Do you make your feet with noodles? Get off!" "Come on the car!"
The cork stick hit the wall of the car, forcing the mountain people to get off.
If anyone dares to complain or move slowly, the mercenary agent will just suck it up with one stick.
Many mountain people with violent temperament were frightened and started arguing with the mercenary agents.
But without saying a few words, a few soldiers in white-clothed hats ran over quickly and directly pressed down the mountain people who were blocking the road and cursing.
No more say, just a word "violating discipline" means a cork stick and a whip that is covered with all the rage.
They were so thorny that they cried and shouted at her parents, and rolled around the ground before they stopped.
If you don’t agree, just use the wooden shackles and go to the small dark room to lock it for three days before talking about it.
Ditribert was close to the car door and was not whipped. Instead, he looked at the camp of recruits located on the saline-alkali land with curiosity.
They soon discovered that these wooden houses looked neat from a distance, but even the door frames were furrowed.
The burlap curtain replaces the wooden door. Through the gap, you can see the clumps of gray cloth quilts stacked in squares.
The most eye-catching thing is the three-story brick building in the center of the camp, with a black and red flag embroidered with swords and guns on the roof.
This should be where officers live and work.
"Dududu--"Before Ditteribert took off his shoulder package, he heard a whistle and a series of neat footsteps.
The Non Mountaineers turned their heads one after another and saw twenty officers wearing black clothes and pointed helmets running towards me.
They lined up in two rows, and although they were running, they were like one person, with their paces completely consistent, and there was no need to stop the whole team.
Ditribert even noticed that the heels of these people's leather boots were nailed with iron pieces, and the rhythm of hitting the ground when they ran was very similar to the sound of forging in the blacksmith shop.
Although there were only twenty people, the veterans who knew the skills changed their faces one after another.
"Left left and right left left, stand firm, set up, the whole team!" As the two leading officers shouted loudly in the Highland Lea language command that they did not belong to.
The sound of the leather boots stomping on the ground was stagnant, and Ditteribert's ears were all the whispers of his companions around him. "As long as the fellow townsmen, the front is short and the back is high, and the flag is raised."
Amid the sticks, iron trumpets and whistles of the mercenary agents and officers, the mountain people were driven to the concrete square in front of the brick house.
The sun at noon was hanging above the sword gun flag, and Ditteribert's wooden soles stepped on the ground to make a crisp sound.
Twenty Holy Armor Imperial Guards wearing silver-white breasts surrounded the black-haired young man and climbed the earthen platform in front of the tall brick house.
The golden holy emblem he wore on his neck shone brightly in the sun.
This is the most exquisite holy relic of the Saint Shelley, which was donated to the Holy Court by the Monastery of Blago.
Horn just used it, and the ownership belongs to all believers, after all, it represents the face of the Holy Father.
Ditteribert looked up from the gap in the human head, but couldn't help but be shocked.
This saint is too young and is just a young man in his early twenties.
Smaller than him, and why do you look so short?
In the middle of the Holy Armor Imperial Guard, which is about 1.8 meters per capita, the surrounded Saint-Sun appears so short.
"I am Horn Galar." The amplified copper tube sent Horn's cold voice into everyone's cochlea. "You are at the foot of the Fifth Recruitment Camp of the Holy Court, which is where you eat, sleep and train.
In the next three months, you must forget women and wine, forget the hunting knife and stone-caught rope in the mountains, forget that you are human beings-
Here, you only need to remember three things: obey! obey! Is it still his obedience! "
The mountain people were still chewing on the deep meaning of these words. Horn had pointed to the workshop group with black smoke on the west side: "Did you see those furnaces?
You will be forged and molded like pig iron. Three months later, qualified will be incorporated into the Corps.
The army packs food, vegetables and meat, and they are packed with bedding and military uniforms for free. The monthly military pay..." At this point, Horn deliberately paused for a moment, and then raised four fingers: "Ordinary soldiers are forty dinars, veterans are doubled, and soldiers are doubled again. ”
Ditribert couldn't believe his ears. He was not greedy for sergeants, but the veterans were fine.
The salary of eighty dinars was beyond his expectations.
This is the monthly salary paid on a monthly basis, not the daily salary paid on a daily basis every day.
That is a real 80 dinar in a month, not to mention the trophy sharing and food and accommodation.
Almost in an instant, the mountain villagers began to talk loudly with excitement, and they had to stop the officers roar.
Horn deliberately paused for a moment, and then continued to say, "If you don't want to stay, you can leave now, but if you enter the camp, you want to be a deserter..."
As he waved his left hand, the two guards suddenly pulled apart the canvas covered by the gallows next to him.
Ditribert took a breath of air conditioning, three bodies were hung on wooden frames by iron chains, and the iron mark on his chest could vaguely identify the words.
If he guessed correctly, it should be Leaven's "desergeant".
The newest ⊥Xiao⊥Speak⊥Send⊥Six⊥9⊥Book⊥⊥⊥⊥Back⊥⊥⊥⊥! "Now, let Instructor Kollerman teach you the first lesson in the camp." Horn raised his cloak as he turned around, and a strong man with a scarred face stepped onto the platform with a copper whistle.
"Dou——"
"All attention!" Kohlerman's roar made the mountaineer in the front row stagger back, "You mountain monkeys listen!
In our Holy League's legion, your first step to join the camp is to learn to stand and walk!"
He jumped off the wooden platform and suddenly kicked the recruit next to him in the knee, grabbing the other party's hair as he knelt down: "You can't stand firm, right? Let me straighten my waist! Heels together! The toes separate!"
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When the sun began to set west, Ditteribert's shirt was soaked in sweat.
The instructors led by Kollerman seemed to have no end in their physical strength, and they still carried a feather gun to correct their posture.
After that saint grandson left, hell came.
They are divided into 100 teams according to their fellow townsmen, and each 100 team is equipped with a 100 captain.
First I taught military posture and stood for a long time before I could rest.
It was just that after a short rest, I stood up with a whip and started running.
They ran five laps around the dirt road outside the camp, each lap of one kilometer.
What's even more terrifying is that after running, they have to keep their eyes on the scorching sun.
The next door to Kurdra County, just scratched his neck and was beaten with a blue calves by the instructor's stick.
From noon until evening, they didn't even have time to put their bags, and they were driven to the shed by the instructor.
Ditribert really wanted to complain, everyone around him wanted to complain.
But they were all too tired to speak.
But, when Dietrichbert and others walked into the cooking shed with wooden bowls, before they could get close, a strong smell of spice made him sneeze.
"Hey—" A grunt sounded like a human in his throat.
Everyone looked in the sound, but saw the broth rolling in the cast iron pot with oil.
The sausage on the chopping board was cut into slices and fryed in an iron pan, and the oil was still sizzling.
What's even more amazing is that each person can get a fried egg, with crumbled black pepper on the egg yolk!
He only ate it once in his life, and he picked up a few pills from under the Godfather's cupboard after it was dispersed.
"Don't rob, don't rob, everyone has it!"
"Get back to the back!"
"Pick up, next."
.........
"Saint Sun's army even needs salt." Grover muttered as he licked the oil stains on the edge of the bowl. He counted just now, and there were at least five complete cloves floating in the soup.
Ditter Ribert didn't say anything, but stuffed the last piece of bread covered with yellow mustard into his mouth.
The moonlight shone on the wooden sign "Ten Whips for Wasting Food" outside the cooking shed, and he suddenly felt that those strict rules were not too difficult.
(This chapter ends)