Chapter 230 Training Situation
The straw sandals got stuck in the soil, squeezing out the brown-black soil along with the muddy water.
Brune stood stiffly in the rain. Not only him, but the fifty recruits in the same team also stood in the thin rain.
Since Ke Ruxiu’s recruit team finished last in yesterday’s one-kilometer collective run, the entire team will be punished.
But in fact, there were three people in Crusch's team who ran into the top 100, and most of the rest of them ran to the finish line before the penultimate place.
However, because Horn implements a collective system, the last person to arrive shall prevail, resulting in the Crusch team being the last.
"It's obviously not me who finished last..." someone murmured in a low voice.
Kruxiu turned his head suddenly: "Who, who is talking?"
What responded to him was silence. After these few days of training, they knew how to speak without permission. If you speak, you will be beaten with a stick.
"I have reiterated many times that you are not alone, but a team." Crusch said coldly, walking around the twenty recruits, "When you go to the battlefield, your military exploits are collective military exploits. , your punishment is also a collective punishment, I heard someone talking just now, so all of you will stand for another quarter of an hour, is it clear?”
"Yes!"
"Speak louder."
"Yes -"
The cold icy rain patted their faces randomly and flowed down their collars. It passed through the collarbones and soaked their chests, taking away the remaining traces of heat.
But they still didn't dare to move, and just cast their peripheral vision at the fence not far from them.
A dozen disobedient recruits had their hands tied to black wooden stakes, and their thin trousers were stripped off, exposing their numb buttocks.
The officers and boy soldiers were holding long, straight black piety-injection sticks, and spanked the buttocks of these erring recruits. Some boy soldiers were not very young and weak, and even needed help from a run-up to achieve their best. effect.
“Oh oh oh——”
“Ehehe oh——”
The screams like slaughtering pigs hovered in the rain curtain, hovering over the recruits walking in line In the ears, hovering in Brune's heart.
In the coldness of the rain, he felt a burning pain in his buttocks, and even the cold was about to be taken away by the heat. This was an old injury he had suffered the day before yesterday.
That's because he made three wrong turns from left to right in a row, and Crusch directly took him out of the queue to practice alone.
Brune didn’t even dare to recall how painful it was. If he took a wrong turn, he would slap him on that side. After the buttocks and palms were slapped, the two of them stayed up until 11 o’clock at night.
In the end, he could actually tell the difference between left and right, but he was always half a beat too slow to keep up with the rhythm, and then he was beaten again.
Although he was often bullied, he had never been tortured or beaten like this.
After being beaten to the point of collapse, Brune tried to show off and was whipped. After escaping, he was caught and whipped again, and was also locked up in a small dark room.
For a whole day, no one spoke, no one responded, no water, no food, no daylight.
However, in this small dark room, Brune finally completed the necessary link for ruthless people in despair - enlightenment.
If my brain can’t react, then I can’t do it without my brain.
“Turn right!”
After standing for two-quarters of an hour, Crusch, who was wearing a rain-proof cloak, suddenly yelled.
Stomping on the soft mud, Brune's body moved numbly, turning to the right together with the people around him.
This time he did not slow down or make a wrong turn, because he gave up thinking and just listened numbly to Crusch's orders.
“Turn right, turn left, take a step forward, organize the formation!”
“One step backward, turn left, take a step back, turn back! Organize! Formation!" In the continuous orders, the twenty tired recruits basically lost most of their thinking ability and just followed Ke Ruxiu's orders numbly.
"Very good, no one made a mistake today. It seems that the effect of the dark room is good, Brune."
"Yes!"
"I'm not bragging. You, you are so proud." Ke Ruxiu slammed the piety injection stick on the ground, splashing a pool of mud. "Everyone, set off towards the canteen."
Standing on the roadside, Huo. En looked at the tired and numb soldiers and smiled.
In fact, judging from Horn's experience during this period, although Brune's reaction is slow, he is considered to be in the upper reaches of the second echelon among these recruits.
Horn's Salvation Army Chapter uses refugee laborers as its main source of soldiers. They live in the wild for a long time and survive in a self-sufficient state.
In this environment, they need to fetch water and cut firewood, collect wild fruits and vegetables by themselves, and do day jobs, and cannot do the same thing for a long time.
In addition to the advantages of strong self-care ability, insight and determination, it also leads to the disadvantages of low efficiency, inability to concentrate and laziness.
The best performing first echelon of this group of recruits are often urban laborers and trackers.
They perform the same job every day and require a certain degree of collective cooperation, so they are best adapted to military camp life.
The people in the second echelon are mostly exiled armed farmers and public farmers.
They occasionally need to work together and carry out long-term collective farming and harvesting, which requires a certain degree of obedience and experience.
The worst third echelon are refugees, beggars, and bandits.
In addition to laziness, they also have various bad habits such as complaining, arrogance and disobedience.
What makes Horn helpless is that the number of people in the third echelon is basically the sum of the people in the first two echelons.
It will probably be an extremely difficult problem to overcome their bad habits through training. So far, Horn has killed more than twenty soldiers who are difficult to train.
In the end, he even had to put back some new recruits who could not adapt and replenish them from the reserves.
The current loss rate is about 3%.
After ten days of training, under the coercion and inducement of money, hatred and sticks, these soldiers persisted in the end.
This group of recruits may not be able to line up neatly when walking, but they are actually clearly distinguishable from other recruit groups.
For the recruits who started out marching in formation like turds floating on water, this was an incredible achievement.
"The next step is the physical strengthening period." Horn flipped through the patent leather notes in his hand.
It is said to be an intensive period, but in the previous team training, Horn interspersed physical training, which laid a good foundation for them.
After ten days of training and nutritional supplements, the soldiers' weight has increased significantly, and their meals have become much less disheveled.
"We can add some breathing exercises to them in these seven days." Jeanne added on the side.
Horn nodded: "Okay, but you have to watch. Only some people can practice, and many people haven't recovered yet. I'm afraid something will happen."
"Okay. "
"Tomorrow is the physical strengthening period. We can do some entertainment activities tonight, such as singing or adding snacks, so that they can relax," Horn turned to Thomas and Jeshka and told them. road.
Thomas patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, everything has been arranged."
"Okay." Horn asked Ftseva to bring the horse over. "Shilov sent a message saying that a new textile machine has been produced. I'll go take a look and leave the evening affairs to you."
"Okay, then I will give them extra food in the evening, just eat giant spider meat."
(End of this chapter)