Chapter 1704 Hayes’s Military History (Part 2)
“Look at——”
The instructor who blew the whistle before glanced at a bunch of crooked recruits, and a look appeared on his face. He was sullen, and then he walked in front of everyone with his hands behind his back and said loudly in low Gothic that most people could understand:
"Originally, scum like you only deserve to live in the dark for the rest of your life. The bottom nest is living in confusion! But your good luck has arrived! In the name of the God Emperor, you are going to crusade those heretics who are causing trouble in the maelstrom. Then you are the lucky ones among billions and tens of billions of people! The miserable life finally has some value!"
As he spoke, he raised his stubby fingers and made a gesture.
"It's just a little bit, not much bigger than a grain of sand! So you were sent here! Starting today and lasting for three months, we will treat you trash, cowards, scum, criminals, and tramps Come and be reborn! So you better be mentally prepared. I will crush your bones, grind your skin and flesh, knead your internal organs, build your soul into a furnace, and re-create a strong body. , the brave imperial soldiers who are not afraid of death!”
Hearing these terrible words, Hayes, who did not dare to breathe, suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, and he began to realize that there seemed to be nothing here like what he thought. So good.
“I know you guys, ah, scumbags have a lot of tricks up their sleeves, but don’t play them in front of me, remember my name! Yaye Holmes, every time I think of this name in the next three months, You will definitely tremble! Now, count from left to right!”
The field was silent, and Yaye’s eyes were as wide as copper bells. He walked to the front row and the far left! In front of that person, stare at the other person.
“I said, count from left to right!”
That guy was taller among the crowd, but very thin, with extremely long arms and face. He looked like some kind of insect. Hayes remembered that people around him called him a "stick insect."
He looked at the instructor in front of him in confusion. Perhaps because of fear, he subconsciously took a step back.
Yaye, who was so angry that he was about to explode, raised his hand and opened his bow from left to right and slapped the "stick insect" twice in the ears, but the man was even more confused.
"Idiot! Let you say one!"
"Oh oh oh! One, one, one, one"
Bang bang, two more times.
"Reciting it once is enough!"
"Oh oh oh, once, once."
On this matter of counting, I have been going back and forth for half a year. It took only an hour to get it done, and Hayes learned that there were five hundred of them and they belonged to an organization called an "infantry battalion."
And his own number is 114.
"Remember the number you read, it will replace your name in these three months! You will get a new soldier number after you leave this recruit camp. In addition, I will say three more points. First, after seeing the instructor, Salute first, then say hello, sir! Secondly, if you have something to report, please raise your hands first! Wait for the instructor’s permission before reporting! Thirdly, no matter what I say or order, you can only answer, received!”
Seeing no reaction from everyone, Yaye yelled.
"Did you get it!"
"Received!!"
Everyone roared in unison, but it was the most unanimous they had ever heard.
"Now everyone, line up in two rows to collect training uniforms, shoes and socks, daily necessities and personal tools, and then their respective instructors will take them to the barracks!" Little Hayes followed the team and soon received his He was very excited because he had never owned such clean and beautiful clothes, and those thick boots were something he had never seen before.
“The training uniform is divided into two parts, the inner and outer parts, two sets for each person, as well as boots, socks and gloves, and only one helmet, water bottle, belt and backpack.”
< br>In the spacious and clean barracks, the instructor named Hakan walked among the people. They were all standing in front of their beds. The entire barracks was rectangular, with beds on both sides, and quilts were already spread on them. Army green, there is a basin and towels under the bed, the beds are about one meter apart, and there is even a bedside table.
“Someone will come regularly to help you change your clothes, but soon you will find that this is meaningless, because you will be wet every day. Generally, there will be a wake-up call at 5:30 in the morning, and the lights will be turned off at 10 p.m. , but, hey, this is a general situation. There may be irregular emergency gatherings at any time. You probably don’t have much chance to sleep peacefully, so remember this sentence, don’t sleep too much. Okay, now you can sort out the housework. , put on training uniforms, listen to the whistle and gather.”
As soon as the instructor left, everyone suddenly became confused. There were too many things here that were very new to them
Little Hayes sat carefully on his bed. It was very soft and elastic. Compared with the smelly old bed, The bed made of cloth was simply a luxury. Probably the "gentlemen" that Hasek always talked about could only sleep like this.
Now that I think about it, being a soldier seems quite good.
At this moment, he remembered his new clothes, and quickly took them from the side, shook them off and tried to put them on, but as soon as he put them on, he was dumbfounded.
“This——”
Looking at the puffed-up sleeves, the loose belt, and the floor-length trouser legs, Hayes realized one thing -
It seemed like the clothes didn't fit well.
"Uncle Hashek, look at this."
The people around him laughed when they saw what little Hayes looked like, and so did Hashek. He walked over and asked the other person to turn around. One lap, then tightened the belt.
"It's a big deal, Fitz, get the scissors!"
Taking the scissors, Hasek boasted several times and cut off part of the trouser legs of Hayes' uniform, then rolled up the sleeves, then tightened his belt and stuffed two pieces into his boots. A useless rag.
“Okay!”
Hasek nodded with satisfaction and watched little Hayes spin around twice, and he really had a basic look.
"Kid, remember, as long as your thinking does not slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties."
Suddenly, the whistle sounded, and everyone immediately ran towards the door of the barracks in a swarm, but they still lined up. It took half an hour to get it over with, and then he was taken to the cafeteria while being beaten and scolded by the instructors.
This is the first time Hayes has seen real "food" in his life.
The best thing he ever ate in his memory was probably the rice soup his mother made for him. Although he couldn’t remember what the ingredients were in it, it was the most precious memory of his hungry years— -But this seems to be incomparable to what is in front of me.
On a huge plate were placed freshly baked bread that was still steaming. In a huge iron basin was a beautiful red soup with vegetable leaves and minced meat floating on it. In the surrounding bowls there were other things that looked like... It was a round white thing about the size of a palm, and Hayes wasn't sure if it was edible.
(End of this chapter)