"have a look--"
The instructor who blew the whistle before glanced at the bunch of crooked recruits with a look of embarrassment on his face. Then he walked in front of everyone with his hands behind his back and spoke loudly in low Gothic that most people could understand. said:
"Originally, scum like you are destined to live in a miserable life in the darkest lair! But your good luck has arrived! The great supreme lord commander wants to fight against the heretics who have caused trouble in the maelstrom in the name of the God-Emperor. You are The lucky ones among billions, tens of billions of people! That 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! That's why you were sent here! Starting today and lasting for three months, we're going to take you trash, cowards, scum, criminals, and homeless people. Reborn! So you'd 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 body of iron bones. The brave Imperial soldiers who are not afraid of death!"
Hearing these terrible words, Hayes, who did not dare to take a breath, suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. He began to realize that this place did not seem to be as good as he thought.
"I know you guys, ah, scum, have a lot of tricks up their sleeves, but don't play them in front of me and remember my name! Yaye Holmes, every time you think of this name in the next three months, you will definitely tremble! Now, count from left to right!"
There was silence on the field, and Yaye's angry eyes were as wide as bells. He walked to the person on the far left in the front row and stared at him.
"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 to the left and right, and slapped the "stick insect" twice on the ears, but the man was even more confused.
"Idiot! Let me read it!"
"Oh oh oh! One, one, one, one"
Bang bang, two more times.
"Reciting it once is enough!"
"Oh oh oh, once, once."
It took half an hour of back and forth to figure out the count. Only then did Hayes learn that there were 500 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! Second, if you have something to report, raise your hands first! Wait for the instructor’s permission before going out to report! Third, no matter what I say or what I order, you can always just answer, received!”
Seeing no reaction from everyone, Yaye yelled.
"Did you receive it?"
"receive!!"
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 be taken to the barracks by their respective instructors!"
Little Hayes followed the team and soon received his training uniform. This made him very excited because he had never owned such clean and beautiful clothes and thick boots. Something I've never seen before.
"The training uniform is divided into two parts: inner and outer, two sets for each person, as well as boots, socks and gloves. There is only one helmet, water bottle, belt and backpack."
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. Beddings were already spread on them, all in military green. , there are basins and towels under the bed, the beds are about one meter apart, and there are even bedside tables.
"Someone will come regularly to help you change your clothes, but you will soon find that this is meaningless, because you will be wet every day. Usually there will be a wake-up call at 5:30 in the morning, and the lights will be turned off at 10 o'clock in the evening, but hey, 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 organize your own housekeeping and put on your training clothes. , listen to the whistle and assemble.”
As soon as the instructor left, everyone suddenly became confused. There were so 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 bed made of smelly rags, it was simply a luxury. Probably the "gentlemen" that Hasek often said in his mouth could not sleep well. But that's it.
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 seems like the dress doesn't fit well.
"Uncle Hasek, look at this."
The people around him laughed when they saw little Hayes' appearance, and so did Hasek. He walked over, asked the other person to spin around, and then tightened his belt.
"A lot of things, Fitz, get the scissors!"
Taking the scissors, Hasek boasted several times and cut off part of the trouser legs of Hayes's uniform, then rolled up the sleeves, then tightened his belt, and stuffed two pieces into his boots. A useless rag.
"alright!"
Hasek nodded with satisfaction and watched as little Hayes spun around in circles twice, and he finally had a basic look.
"Kid, remember, as long as your thoughts don't slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties."
Suddenly, the whistle sounded, and everyone immediately ran towards the door of the barracks. However, they lined up and made trouble for half an hour before they were able to get it done. Then they were taken to the cafeteria amid beatings and scoldings from the instructors.
This is the first time Hayes has seen real "food" in his life.
The best thing he had ever eaten 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 was nothing like what he saw before him. Nothing seems to compare.
The huge plate was stacked with freshly baked bread that was still steaming. The huge iron basin was filled with a beautiful red soup with vegetable leaves and minced meat floating on it. There were round bowls that looked like the size of a palm in the surrounding bowls. Something white, Hayes wasn't sure if it was edible.
