"have a look--"
The whistle-blowing instructor glanced at the pile of crooked recruits, and his face looked annoyed. Then he walked by everyone with his hands on his back, and said loudly in low Gothic language that most people could understand:
"Originally, a scum like you is worthy of living in a dark nest for the rest of your life! But your good luck has come! The great Supreme Lord Commander, who wants to fight against the heretics who are in trouble in the name of the God Emperor, you are the lucky ones among billions and billions of people! That sad life finally has some value!"
As he said that, he raised his stubborn fingers and made a gesture.
"That's just a little bit, not much bigger than a grain of sand! So you were sent here! Starting today, it lasts for three months, and you will be reborn as a garbage, cowards, scum, criminals, and homeless men! So you'd better be mentally prepared. I will crush your bones, grind your flesh, melt your internal organs, build your soul into a furnace, and recreate an imperial soldier who is strong and fearless!"
Hearing these terrible words, Hayes, who didn't dare to breathe, suddenly felt cold sweat oozing out of his forehead. He began to realize that this place did not seem to be as good as he thought.
"I know you, ah, there are many tricks about scum, but don't play in front of me, remember my name! Yaye Holmes, every time you think of this name in the next three months, you will tremble! Now, count from left to right, in turn!"
.........
The field was silent, and Yaya's eyes were staring like a copper bell. He walked to the person on the far left of the row in front and stared at the other party.
"I said, count from left to right!"
That guy was taller in the crowd, but very thin, with very long arms and face, and his whole body looked like some kind of insect. Hayes remembered that someone around him called him "stick insect".
He looked at the instructor in front of him with a little ignorant, perhaps because of fear, and subconsciously took a step back.
Yaye was so angry that he was about to explode that he raised his hand and arched left and right, and slapped the "stick insect" twice, but the man was even more confused.
"Idiot! Let you read it!"
"Oh oh! One, one, one, one..."
Papa, two more times.
"It's enough to recite once!"
“Oh oh oh, once, once…”
Just because of this counting, it took half an hour to complete it. Hayes then realized that they had 500 people, which belonged to an organization called the "Infantry Battalion".
And his own number is 114.
"Remember the number you read, it will replace your name in the past three months! After you leave this recruit battalion, you will get a new soldier number. In addition, I will say three more points. First, after seeing the instructor, salute first, and then say good to the commander! Second, if you need to report something, raise your hand first! After the instructor allows you, then leave the report! Third, no matter what I say or what I order, you can only answer and receive it!"
Seeing that everyone was unresponsive, Yaye yelled.
“Have you received it!”
"receive!!"
Everyone was not yelling, but it was the most singular they have so far.
"Now everyone is lined up in two rows to collect training clothes, shoes and socks, daily necessities and personal utensils, and then the instructors lead the team to the barracks!"
Little Hays followed the team all the way and soon received his training uniform, which made him very excited because he had never had such clean, beautiful clothes and thick boots.
"The training uniform is divided into two parts: inside and outside, two sets of each person, as are boots, socks and gloves, helmets, kettles, belts and backpacks, only one of them."
In the spacious and clean barracks, instructors named Hakan walked past the crowd. They were each standing in front of their beds. The entire barracks were rectangular, with bedding on both sides, and bedding was covered with military green. There were basins and towels under the beds, about one meter apart, and there were even bedside tables.
"There will be someone who will come to help you change your clothes regularly, but you will soon find that it is meaningless, because you are wet every day, and you will usually get up at 5:30 in the morning and turn off the lights at 10:00. But, hehe, this is the general situation. There may be irregular emergency gatherings at any time. You probably don't have many chances to sleep well, so remember this sentence, don't sleep too hard, okay, now organize your own housework, put on your training uniform, and listen to the whistle."
As soon as the instructor left, everyone suddenly became confused. There were too many things here that were very new to them.
Little Hays sat on his bed carefully, very soft and elastic. Compared to the smelly rag bed, it was simply a luxury. Perhaps the "men" that Hashek often said to sleep like this.
Thinking about it now, it seems that being a soldier is pretty good.
At this time, he remembered his new clothes and quickly took them from the side, shook them off and tried to put them on, but he was stunned as soon as he put them on.
"this--"
Looking at the shrouded sleeves, the loose belt, and the trouser legs of the floor, Hayes realized one thing-
It seems that the clothes don't fit very well.
"Uncle Hasek, look at this..."
People around him laughed at Little Hayes's appearance, as did Hassek. He walked over and asked the other party to turn around, then tightened his belt.
"Most of the matter, Fitz, come here with scissors!"
Hassek cut off part of Hayes's trousers' leg after taking the scissors, then rolled his sleeves in, then wrapped his belt tightly and stuffed two balls of rags into his boots.
"alright!"
Hasek nodded with satisfaction and watched Little Hayes turn around twice, and he did look like he did.
"Little kid, remember that as long as your mind does not fall, there are always more ways than difficulties."
Suddenly, the whistle sounded, and everyone rushed to the barracks, but they lined up for half an hour to get it done. Then, amid the beatings and scoldings of the instructors, they were taken to the cafeteria.
This is the first time Hayes has seen a real "food" since he was so old.
The best thing he had ever eaten in his memory was probably the soup made by his mother. Although he didn't remember what it was, it was the most precious memory of his hungry years - but it seemed that it was incomparable to what was in front of him.
Chapter completed!