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As the last team to leave the field, the black-haired soldiers walked towards their own training ground with a strange heaviness and pressure in their hearts.

Along the way, Instructor Motar said nothing, and the black-haired soldiers could only observe his expression from the corner of their eyes in fear, but Motar kept staring ahead and ignored them at all.

Arriving at his own training ground, Motar got off the team a bit and stopped talking. He stood opposite the boys, looking at the boys in front of him, as if he was looking at them, but that gaze was different. Floating doesn't seem to be looking at them.

qaq Is this the rhythm of having no food in the future? Begging to speak! ! !

The teenagers who kept shouting with a heart hanging in their hearts persisted for a while in this silent and dignified atmosphere, and then saw Motar slowly raised his hands, and the teenagers who hadn't reacted came I heard the applause of "papa" from my own instructor.

Instructor, that is your hand, not our head, did you make a mistake! ! !

Before calming down the panic in my heart, something even more frightening happened——

"Standing and squatting are all perfect today," said the usually cold voice for the first time, "very good."

……

Sometimes, an affirmation is much more powerful than a scolding.When you feel uneasy because of a mistake, a word of comfort may bring more unexpected results.

At least for now.

Without getting the expected scolding, the always stern instructor uttered this sentence of praise with his fierce scarred face, and he was still standing in front of the crowd with this group of praise recipients half an hour ago, accepting the ridicule.

The backs of the teenagers were straight, their lips were tightly pressed, and their hands were tightly attached to their training clothes. Every knuckle was exerting force, and the strength made the knuckles tremble a little.

"Pasa!"

"To!"

"I didn't make any mistakes in turning and stepping today, and I have made great progress!"

"Yes!"

Pasha stared closely at Mortar, his lips trembling as he answered.

Mortar looked at him, and then at the other teenagers who were staring ahead, a smile slowly appeared in his eyes.

"Aren't you going to applaud yourselves today?"

Surpassing any time, the incomparably warm applause sounded on this training ground, spread to other training grounds, echoed in the sky, and attracted a lot of attention.

The applause gradually subsided, and Motar looked at the youthful and passionate faces in front of him, looked at their pure black hair and dark pupils, and said word by word firmly——

"If no one will applaud you sincerely in the future, maybe you should learn to applaud yourself."

Motar brought countless precious things to the teenagers when he was an instructor, and these words, in the face of countless hardships and setbacks in the future, gave these teenagers who were destined to change history infinite power.

It's just that the most important task for these teenagers now is probably to learn to distinguish between left and right.

During the lunch break that day, the dormitory of Shen Bai and Pasa was crowded with people, and the people at the door of the dormitory were rushing in.

"Pasa, how did you do it?" Xibo stood at the front and held Pasa's hand, exactly like a suffering child holding a priest's hand.

Shen Bai was already lying on the other side of the bed and wanted to take a nap, but the loud noise forced him to sit up.

The group of people behind were also following Xibo and yelling at Pasha, which made Pasa sit on the edge of his bed at a loss, half of the shoe on one foot was taken off, and he didn't know whether to continue or wear it back.

"Pasha teach us!"

"Yeah, Pasa, how can you have a good foot, tell us quickly."

"..."

Pasa was extremely embarrassed by the shouting, so he cast his eyes on Shen Bai for help.

Apparently noticing the shift of Pasa's gaze, Xibo also quickly turned his head towards Shen Bai's direction.

"Shen Bai, you must know why Pasa is doing this, right! Did he secretly practice in the dormitory?! You must tell me how he did it!! Obviously, this guy didn't get it right once yesterday! "

The shouts almost burst the room, and more and more people blocked the door.

The scene was a bit chaotic, everyone was talking, and everyone had their own ideas and words, trying to convince Shen Bai and Pasha, but when a loud voice sounded, everyone was quiet for a while, and the different minds tended to be the same idea--

"Teach us! I don't want to disappoint Instructor Motar, and I don't want others to laugh at our team!"

Pasa put on the shoes on his feet, and looked straight at Shen Bai's position.

From this moment on, there have been some new changes in this recruit training base.

If it was from another team, it might not be so profound and intuitive to feel this change, but Motar could feel it.

After the first exercise, physical training was gradually added to the training subjects. This part is undoubtedly a torment for the recruits. The situation of each team is almost the same, even the yellow hair of the first team whose training intensity is greatly reduced. The teenagers also often fell asleep when they were tired, and they no longer had the energy to play and find things for themselves, and Motar's third team had an even more difficult task.After adding physical training, Motar often worried that they hadn't even passed the most basic subjects, and whether such a process would be too fast for them.

However, what surprised Motar was that the teenagers who worked since childhood not only performed exceptionally well in physical training, but also made rapid progress in the basic subjects before.

Of course, this group of teenagers will not be inexplicably enlightened after being praised for no reason. Behind all the achievements, there will be hard work worthy of it. Motar looked at the teenagers running on the training ground. When passing by their side, they could clearly see the bloodshot eyes and the dark circle of traces under their eyes.

"Running so slowly, are you planning to be gnawed clean by those bugs from Valpa?!"

"Are you here for training or vacation, can't you hurry up!"

Although he was still cursing, Mortar pulled a light arc at the corner of his mouth when the teenagers ran away, making the scars on his face look gentle.

"Taka, which hand are you eating with?" Xibo looked at the roommate who was dining across from him, and couldn't help but pat the other person's head to make him look at him.

"Why are you hitting me!! Left and right, I'm eating with my right hand!" Taka rubbed his head with his hands while looking at Xibo, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

"It's good that you know it, boy! Then why did you make a mistake today! We all practiced well last night!" Sidal, who was sitting next to Taka, also made a sound, looking at Taka with a look of hatred look.

When Taka heard this, the 1.8-meter-old man also began to feel wronged: "Then I don't want to. At that time, Instructor Motar was standing next to me, and I forgot everything when I was nervous."

"Forget, forget! You won't forget anything except eating! Then next time you will fuck and be watched by so many people, won't you forget it even more!!!" Xibo swallowed a mouthful of food, his eyes full of With a hint of intimidation, "I'll help you practice at noon today. Next time, if you embarrass our team, don't blame the brothers for not warning you in advance."

Taka glanced at Xibo, shook his body, then quickly lowered his head to pick up the rice, and did not dare to make a sound.

One of the better things about being in this recruit base is that there are very few instructors in the dormitory to check the dormitory and check the dormitory. Maybe this is also a benefit of training with the First World. In short, it gives these teenagers more freedom. time.

After returning to the dormitory at noon, there will be a lunch break of about one and a half hours. During this time, even the first team, which is the favorite of the entire base, has to lie on the bed and rest obediently, and those training volumes far exceed the first team. The black-haired soldiers of the team shook their heads trying to shake their tiredness aside, and then stood upright in the passageway of the dormitory building.

The tasks of Shen Bai and Pasa have been much lighter. When it was found that most of the teenagers could not write, Shen Bai started by teaching them how to read and write, and then added a lot of things about the division of labor between the left and right hands so that they could start to distinguish between the left and the right.Including Pasa, now almost all the teenagers in the team pass to Shen Bai a list written by themselves every day, with the names of the whole team written in crooked handwriting.After learning to write these names, Shen Bai asked them to start copying military discipline and military regulations. Shen Bai read the content of these words to them a few times before asking them to go back and copy them. Three or four words a day can be done in half an hour. In the next spare time, everyone will give themselves extra time training in the corridor.

Turning left and right and running in unison, Passahibo and some others quickly left the ranks of indiscriminate left and right, so they began to play the role of small coaches at noon and evening. When more and more people began to react slowly, the corridor was almost There will always be a pair of teenagers standing face to face, one using hands and feet together to gesture with the other.

"Just remember that when you copy the military regulations every day, it is your right hand that holds the pen. Every time you give a password, you have to go through it in your mind."

"Isn't the chopsticks and forks used for eating with the right hand? You should remember it!"

"I just remembered that the hand I patted you was the left hand! You feel the pain, right? Then remember that the hand that hurts is the left hand!"

"..."

This is almost the noisiest place in the entire base, but fortunately, every building now uses sound insulation materials, so that the recruit instructors in other places can still take a peaceful nap.

In the building on the other side, Mortar was sitting in the duty room. Maybe because of his relatively low military rank, or because of his black hair, he was always on duty more often than others.But because the students staying here are unusual after all, the security measures of this recruit base can be said to be more than twice as good as others, so the work in the duty room is also very easy, and it can be done by arranging one person.In the past, Mortar just completed his duty as a routine task, but now he has some new fun.

After pressing a few buttons, the scene around the First World dormitory building, which was originally in the center of the screen, changed. Motar sat leisurely on the chair, and his two long legs wrapped in training clothes involuntarily crossed. On the front stage, the key point is that this kind of relaxed posture does not conform to the image of a soldier at all, but Motar can still see a kind of chic.

The scene on the screen was enlarged, and through the window, two long rows of black-haired teenagers could be seen standing in the corridor.Seeing a row of people anxiously turning around in front to demonstrate something, while the row of people behind always looked confused, Mortal couldn't help laughing.

"Ah, Taka is too sorry for Xibo if he still can't distinguish his left and right feet this afternoon."

And the black-haired teenagers who didn't know they were being watched still practiced there for a long time. It wasn't until there were more than 40 minutes left that everyone slowly entered their dormitory to take a combat nap.And it was only then that Motar re-delineated the scope of monitoring to the specified key areas that were not important to him.

Well, maybe it's time to check Taka's training results in the afternoon.

During dinner that day, Taka wanted to carry the plate to other tables, but Xibo grabbed him by the collar.

"Qaq If it wasn't for Motar instructor always standing next to me and looking at me, I would never make a mistake, I swear!!"

The people who came over with food gently patted Xibo's shoulder: "It's okay, don't be angry with this kid, we'll help him to improve his memory tonight."

Taka: I really want to have a never-ending dinner!