After the new soldiers were recorded on the roster and settled in their accommodation, it was already afternoon.
It was still early before dinner, so we sat on the edge of the playground one by one, curiously watching the soldiers at the outpost as they drilled.
"Bald Liu, how did you use that knife just now?"
When a soldier failed to execute a sword move properly, Li Dahai immediately yelled at him loudly.
The bald Liu Qianran cupped his hands and did not defend himself.
"No nonsense, let's run around!"
Li Dahai waved his hand and never looked at Bald Liu again.
Bald Liu put down his knife without saying a word, turned around and ran around.
Everyone has the desire to ridicule, and the new soldiers are no exception. They quickly stopped looking at the swordsmen practicing on the field, and instead looked at the bald Liu who was running in circles.
At this time, although the sun was weaker than at noon, it was still very strong after all.
When exposed to the sun, it burns and hurts!
One lap, two laps, three laps...
In the blink of an eye, ten circles passed.
"It's almost time?"
Although the newly arrived soldiers were muttering in their hearts, after ten rounds, they found that the bald Liu was still continuing.
It shouldn’t be, it’s just that I couldn’t execute the sword move properly. Do I deserve to be penalized for so many laps?
One lap, two laps, three laps...
After running for ten more laps, Bald Liu stopped.
Out of breath, he returned to the front of the team and said loudly: "Team leader, the lap is completed, please join the queue."
These words were decided by Lord Yingzheng some time ago.
During drills, no matter what the soldiers want to do, they must first ask their commander for instructions.
Li Dahai looked up at bald Liu and said concisely: "You're too slow, run ten more laps!"
To be honest, I have been working hard for a long time today, and my energy has been almost exhausted. Bald Liu ran really slowly in the next few laps.
At this time, when he heard Li Dahai's words, Bald Liu didn't feel any dissatisfaction, but he looked a little embarrassed. He couldn't admit it in front of his brothers. Besides, there were newcomers sitting next to him, so he turned around and started running again, holding on tight.
Ya Guan secretly made up his mind that this time he would finish ten laps in one go.
Still running?
The new soldiers looked on, dumbfounded.
When they saw the bald man running laps earlier, even though they were not the ones running, it still frightened them. If he ran twenty laps at such a fast pace, not many people could survive it.
Then, they saw that the corps commander thought he was not running fast enough, and punished the bald man to run ten more laps. This made the new soldiers unable to understand, and they only thought to themselves: "Could it be... that corps commander and this guy?"
Is it possible that the bald man has any grudges secretly?"
However, soon, they no longer thought so.
Bald Liu finished ten laps and finally rejoined the line.
Not long after, another guard soldier was punished by running twenty laps for not using the sword properly.
Without saying a word, the soldier ran away as a matter of course...
After watching several people being punished for running in circles, the new soldiers all understood: "It turns out that this is how they usually practice!"
When I saw it this way, I was even more surprised.
How come Dibei Post uses such harsh methods to train soldiers? What kind of sword skills are they practicing?
Curiosity aroused, the newly arrived soldiers immediately turned their eyes to pay attention to the tiger sword technique being practiced by the soldiers at the outpost.
I saw the soldiers at the outpost divided into groups of three, sparring in two groups.
Although the swords in their hands were all wooden swords, they were fighting together desperately, but it didn't look like they were practicing at all.
"puff!"
Once the knife goes down, there will be a bruise.
They were all shirtless, and each of them had dozens of bruises on their bodies, which were so swollen that it hurt to look at them.
The soldiers at the outpost were practicing so desperately, as if they had no idea of the hard work involved.
After looking at the person, look at the knife.
The sword technique is obviously a combined attack technique. There are not many sword styles in it. There are only six routines that go back and forth. However, these six routines are used repeatedly, but people can only feel that there are many changes. It seems that no matter how they are used, they are all powerful.
Incomparable.
"What kind of sword skill is this? Why have I never seen it before in the military?"
Most of the newly arrived soldiers are old soldiers. Although they are only old, weak and disabled, they still have some experience after all.
They had seen most of the sword skills circulated in the army, but watching the soldiers at the outpost practice them made them feel fresh.
Behind the crowd, the old soldier Meng Dezhou, who had lost his arm, was standing quietly in a corner.
While he was paying close attention to the sword styles of the soldiers on the playground, he made some gestures with his hands, and then his eyes lit up, thoughtfully.
More than an hour passed.
Li Dahai looked at the sky and shouted: "Line up."
The soldiers immediately stopped and lined up in front.
"That's it for today, disband!"
After Li Dahai finished speaking, he went to the lobby.
As soon as the soldiers heard the word "disband", they all shouted "huha" and lay down on the ground one after another. All of a sudden, they were no longer as lively as before.
"They also know how tired they are!"
The newly arrived soldiers looked at it blankly, thinking to themselves: "If you are tired, why can you hold on like this just now?"
Just when I was thinking——
There was a creak over there, and the door to Master Yingzheng's room opened.
I saw Master Yingzheng walking out, walking slowly in front of the soldiers, and said in a loud voice: "Why, this can't be done? You are all acting like women... Well, lie down, lie down, and let me take a look at you."
of injuries.”
When called "women," the soldiers at the outpost didn't say a word. They quickly rolled around and lined up in a row, obediently letting Master Yingzheng check on their injuries.
Lord Yingzheng looked at them one by one, and kneaded their limbs from time to time, especially the injured areas. He would rub them more carefully, and after a while, he "touched" them all over.
When the soldiers were "touched" by Master Yingzheng, every one of them couldn't help but moan. There was no pain in them, but they looked like they were enjoying themselves.
After "touching", Mr. Yingzheng stood up, clapped his hands and said "Let's go eat", then turned and walked away.
The soldiers got up from the ground one after another, and the bruises on their bodies were obviously dispersed.
They followed Master Yingzheng hurriedly into the lobby.
The new soldiers didn't regain their senses for a while, until the old corps commander came over to greet them: "It's dinner, come in and eat!" They hurriedly followed.
During meals, the soldiers at the outpost all ate astonishingly large appetites, as if they were reincarnated as starving ghosts.
No wonder they are so tossing!
Most of the new soldiers were weak and did not eat much. Seeing these men who were so good at eating, any one of them could compare with the best food in the previous camp, and I felt surprised in my heart.
Of course, among them, the most delicious one is Master Yingzheng.
He can eat as much as several people by himself, and he does so quickly and cleanly, setting an example.
This is how the first day of the new soldiers passed.