Disarming Allure

In the early morning of the next day, the assembly horn sounded on time, and the camp full of rough men was in a hurry. Clothes, shoes and socks, and bedding mixed with sweat smell were randomly piled up at the foot of the bed, and only the corner where Ling slept It is clean, and everything in the wake-up room seems to be in order in his skillful and natural movements. The bedding and clothes are neatly stacked, and the dressing is fast and orderly. Years of military life have allowed him to maintain a meticulous style. Having been down and out in Landu for half a year will not change.

When he finished taking care of everything, he looked up at the sleep-deprived soldiers with dark circles under their eyes, wearing soft armor with all their hands and feet, cursing and preparing to move to the school grounds before they even had time to wash their faces, and shook his head helplessly Perhaps it was because of his well-trained appearance that he seemed abrupt among a group of recruits. Zhao Xiong noticed his slightly disappointed gaze, and the two looked at each other for a while, then blushed embarrassingly, and scratched his head in embarrassment. Quickly ordered the group of recruits who were still in chaos to start rectification.

Although Ling didn't say a word during the whole process, his every move will inexplicably become the object of imitation for the fire fighters, like a special gravitational force, attracting people to follow and surrender, even if it is the leader of the fire. Big Bear didn't even dare to disobey half a point.

From this day on, training began to become more regular.

The recruits have a lot of training content, of course, the ordinary queue is indispensable, starting from listening to the drums to distinguish various orders, collectively running, walking, stopping, and then invited different instructors to teach boxing, knife, marksmanship and cudgel In addition, there are riding training, archery training, and for a small number of people who can read and write, there is also a teaching of the art of war, and the training of feet will come every three days.

After the first two weeks, the different roles are broken down according to the performance of each training session.

The soldiers who performed the best foot training were singled out and formed into the Fleetfoot Army as the vanguard, followed by cavalry, archers, infantry, lancers, logistics troops, and so on.

The bald man is the only one who entered the Fleetfoot Army in the fifth fire. His enthusiasm for training has a great advantage in the training scores. Ergou was assigned to the cavalry because of his cleverness, and Daxiong was assigned as a platoon spearman. , Shen Xun is in the logistics, but because he knows a lot of words, he and several other people in the fire study the art of war with Zhou Huaifeng, Ming Han is too thin, and even chopping firewood and cooking is too much of a hindrance, so he was accused of going to the military doctor to help drying herbs...

And Ling came here from the beginning with the purpose of infiltrating the logistics army. In order to investigate clearly what happened back then, he had to meet Fu Bo, who was working in the kitchen of the Lan Army, so he has always deliberately kept all items at the middle-to-lower level. Level, and finally entered the ranks of logistics soldiers as a matter of course.

Although the positions are different, the original division of fire has not changed, and it will only be specifically divided during wartime.

After the assignment of duties, the training in the army also included the arrangement and transformation of formations.

In fact, these trainings are very easy for Ling. While training leisurely, he also secretly observes the training methods of the Beifeng army. In contrast, the benefits are substantial.

If Ling is living leisurely, for Ming Han, these few days are like hell.

He has a fatal shortcoming, that is, his stamina is too poor. In the first few training sessions, he even led him around, but when Ling found out that his physical strength was not good enough, he was forced to run with the big team. But he was miserable, but Ling Ling didn’t dare to disobey his orders, so he had to run 200 miles honestly, because he was a little weak and honest, and he was always ordered by the people in the camp, even the second dog. Instigated by him, Ling turned a blind eye to these behaviors, as long as it was not too much, he squinted and watched lazily.

The one-month training passed by quietly, and the recruits gradually became orderly from a group of stragglers. It used to take a whole day to train, but now it only takes about four and a half hours to complete. There is special training for various positions, so that different arms can display their respective skills, and a tacit understanding gradually emerges during the running-in.

The veterans bully the recruits, the recruits are not angry enough to punish the veterans, and then kneel outside the camp thinking about their mistakes; a group of elders take a bath in the river and fight water fights. The beard grew a few inches longer, and every night Shen Xiucai held a branch on the ground to teach Big Bear how to read...

Day by day, these daily little things come and go again and again, the ups and downs in the army, the loyalty of the brothers, the sweat of training, the scolding of the captain, all kinds of tastes, all show the iron-blooded will of these hot-blooded men, and the enthusiasm of defending the country.

Compared with the guilt at the beginning, it was the first time that Ling, who saw these joys and pains together, felt such passion and frivolity with these small soldiers at the bottom of the army. In terms of the current bustle and bustle, just like the dream in the previous life, he seems to have an illusion of being reborn. Even though sometimes he still thinks of his identity and knows that he is out of place, he still sits on the side and enjoys it quietly. I am fully integrated, cherishing every opportunity to hold every truth in my own hands.

He once lamented that he had lost everything, but it was a blessing in disguise. Who could tell whether he had lost or gained?

The school field of the [-]th Brigade is the most extensive among all the brigades. There is hardly a single weed growing on the square open space. The weather has been dry these days, and when a gust of wind blows, the sky is full of yellow sand.

Early this morning, the entire Seventh Brigade was dragged up like a goat and stood eating sand on the school field, but none of the soldiers complained, and all of them straightened their expressions and stood upright.

Because today is the first time that General Huangfu has personally visited the field since he became a soldier. Every time he makes a patrol, it means that someone he likes may be promoted to the Lan Army, and that is the best in Beifeng. If you have to join Lan's army, you will not be far from being on the rise.

Many people blushed with excitement, raised their heads high, stretched their necks, and nailed their heels close to their heels, for fear that they would not be seen when the general came, but there was one person who was ungrateful and shrank in the square head bowed in the corner.

Da Xiong stood straight, squinting at Ming Han who shrunk his head like a tortoise beside him, and asked softly, "Hey! Wang Yun! Where's your brother?"

Ming Han buried his head, hesitantly said: "I'm sick... maybe."

"You don't even know if your brother is sick or not? How can you be a younger brother!?" Daxiong usually cared about the brother in Huoli the most. When he heard that Wang Ling was sick, he didn't tell him at all, and he seemed a little anxious. .

Ming Han couldn't help but feel his ears burning slightly because of the words, but who called Bingshan's "brother" he couldn't find anyone early in the morning. Since he was incorporated into the logistics force, Ling's training content has dropped sharply. , Several teams were helpless against him, and the man was very casual, and he might go somewhere to sleep and rest, so he still had to bite the bullet and write it down: "Probably because he caught a cold last night... now Maybe at the medic."

Daxiong snorted, but luckily he had no doubts in his nerve, he was relieved to hear that he was at the military doctor, and he regretted, "Oh, he's not here on such a good day, so it doesn't know when he will be able to see General Huangfu." It's over."

Ming Han curled his lips quietly, what did he see, there was no time to hide...

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