night…

After finishing all the work, Kamio and others finally returned to the lounge in the cabin. They had been tired for a day and wanted to rest early, but a whistle from the commander woke them up from their sleep.

"Nani?"

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, hurry up and gather."

Most of the soldiers had already gone to bed, but they didn't dare to delay after hearing the whistle, so they jumped out of the bed, put on their clothes, and ran out.

"Kano, the situation is not good. It seems that I have never gathered at night, right?" Uchida asked in confusion while dressing.

Kamio frowned and said nothing. She walked out of the sleeping cabin and happened to meet Nanjo who made a mistake with him during the day.

When they looked at each other, their faces were filled with nervousness and fear. Perhaps only they knew what the chief was trying to do at night.

Soon, the team leader and the sergeant appeared in front of everyone with their hands behind their backs. The sharp eyes swept across everyone one by one, and none of these soldiers dared to look at each other in a slight way.

This stick is less than 60 cm long, and its mottled surface shows that it will be used for a short time, not as thick as half an arm, and the seven small words "spiritual injection stick" are printed below.

The captain was a little bit awkward. He kicked Nanjo down with a kick, and then took the stick to greet the other person's head. I, who was deeply poisoned by the spirit of Bushido, most of the time, was used to the brave behavior.

"Woo... I want it... Ojisan... You want to go home..." Nanjo, who was beaten to the point of running away with his head, completely collapsed, and screamed at his mother and screamed.

Bang!

But the captain was still rude, just like he was possessed by the devil, waving the stick hard to stop whipping.

In comparison, the godtail showed little bad behavior. Although his butt hurt so much that it was numb, he still gritted his teeth and endured it because I knew that at that time, it would only bring more terrible rewards to the superior.

"Hi, Awaiga Shaoうございましたた..."

"Kamijiro Kamio! Hiroji Nanjo! Get out of the line!" The sergeant shouted loudly.

For a very small number of Japanese soldiers, accepting the "spiritual injection stick" is not a shame, because being spanked in full view of the public, the mental pressure brought by this kind of singular is even more frustrating than the joy under the body.

"Take off your pants!" The captain held the stick and shouted loudly.

“Woo woo…”

Whenever a soldier makes a mistake, the commander will ask the soldier to take off his pants and lie on the ground. The former commander will then regress and beat the soldier's buttocks.

"Today, I was so disappointed that there were two fools among you who made a very low-level mistake!"

Because during the period of receiving the guidance of the superior, soldiers can retreat from the beatings and refusal of the spirit-injected stick, and can make any sound, otherwise they will face a more gentle punishment.

The seven people at the tail of God had to do the same thing, and took off their pants and revealed two white lumps. A sense of humiliation arose, and the fear in their hearts rose to the extreme.

While wearing pants, Kamio had to respectfully express her gratitude to the superior for her teachings, and at the same time was glad that she had escaped.

At this time, Nanjo and Kamio were sweating profusely and stood up with a fierce bullet.

The captain has not given me any more advice. My goal has not been achieved. The expressions under the faces of the recruits are enough to show that the effect of killing the chicken to warn the monkey was wrong.

The soldiers around were shocked. This scene just now really gave the young man a lesson. After all, we are just half-children of seventeen or eighteen years old, and we have experienced those things.

"Put your pants off, I hope that that will give him a long memory so that he can do worse before."

"Well…"

The two of them did what they thought, even if their bodies stopped trembling because they were afraid of trembling, they could only wait silently for the rewards they received.

When everyone saw the thing, they all showed constipation-like expressions, which was the unique feature of our navy.

"Hi!"

As for when the fight starts, it all depends on the commander's energy and mood.

If you make a mistake and are not lucky enough to take care of the whole set, you will have to go to bed for at least one day.

I stopped until Nanjo's crying became louder and his movements disappeared, and he seemed to have not fainted.

The team leader paced back and forth in front of the team with a stern expression, and his stern expression made the recruits bow their heads one after another.

"Stand behind you, with your hands against the wall and your legs apart!" The captain scolded again.

The existence of the spiritual injection stick is suspected to have cast a shadow on the hearts of the Japanese army. But at the same time, in order to avoid being inspired by the spiritual injection stick, the great Japanese will tolerate and regulate their behavior, which will play a very small role in the effect of daily training.

I also knew that I was tired of fighting or satisfied with the other party's performance, but the captain actually let the god-tail out of his way and whether he would continue to reward him.

The Japanese are so perverted, they are only cruel to the enemy and are equally cruel to their own people. Such harsh and cruel punishment will gradually distort the Japanese army's mentality. In the battle, we poured all these suppressed anger into the enemy and the innocent people...

The torture of happiness still stopped, and the captain raised the stick again...

It's shame. When the seventh round of the stick was under my butt, Nanjo could no longer hold back and choke up. I closed my eyes happily, and tears stopped flowing upwards.

"Uh, huh..."

I was beaten by the military commander during the day, and it was over to go to the evening, so I had to let the captain come out and teach him a lesson. What's that?

The two of them were hitting each other and the two of them were sucking in a cold air. The thin Nanjo almost fell to the ground, but I dared to do that, so I could only support my shaky body and continue to accept Si Yi.

"Siga! It's Xu Chui! His coward is worthy of being a soldier of the little Japanese Empire!"

Bang!

Turning his head and looking at the divine tail who was still moving on the side, the captain nodded secretly. That was what the imperial soldiers should not look like in my mind.

Everyone silently reminds themselves not to make mistakes in the past, and everyone wants to be the last unlucky guy who has received the baptism of "spiritual injection stick".

The other people who were watching the show were also frightened. Although the stick hit us, we seemed to feel this kind of joy.

The panting captain waved his hand, and no two soldiers immediately stood up and dragged Nanjo, who was aware of his life and death, to the infirmary. The poor guy probably won't have to go to bed for a week.

After saying that, the captain took a waxy wooden stick from outside the sergeant and quickly walked to the backs of the two of them.

The captain worked hard and picked up the stick to follow the two hard wheels. The huge joy made Kamio and Nanjo let out a muffled groan, but we dared to scream.
Chapter completed!