Demon Change the Earth

A new day, a new beginning.

Private colleges and universities do not have the heritage of public universities, most obviously reflected in the size of the campus.

The land was not so easy to get approved. Although they were all in the university town and the suburbs, public universities could easily arrange on-campus military training for freshmen, but Ma Liang's school could not.

The campus is so big, and the year-by-year expansion of enrollment is already very crowded, and the military training in the school cannot be realized. This year's freshmen need to find another suitable training place.

The next day, the buses drove into the campus one after another.

The 2003 freshmen were stuffed in like canned sardines. Male and female students were separated, and it was very crowded.

But everyone is excited.

The upcoming barracks life ah.

Wearing a military uniform, with a backpack on his back, he staggered out of the school while clutching the handrails. In the buzzing carriage, he couldn't hear what he was talking about a little further away. Nearby, Ma Liang heard Wang Fei talking to someone about yesterday's stay in the dormitory. The conflict on the floor.

"You said how could there be such a person, let alone Hari, actually said how about our Yamato nation, what about your China, mother, there were too many people yesterday, and I couldn't get together, or I would go up and kick Two feet!"

"Maybe they were originally!"

"Fart, shit is a Han nationality! It can be regarded as an increase in knowledge. I don't understand how this kind of person's three views are formed."

"This kind of people are called Jingri, that is, spiritual Japanese, and there are still a lot of them in China." Ma Liang interjected, "There are now, and they will not disappear in the future."

Wang Fei asked him: "Old Ma, tell me, what does this kind of person think!?"

This question is complicated to say, Ma Liang smiled, but did not answer.

He understands the anger and confusion.

Back then, when he saw photos of the Jing-Japanese elements at the Holocaust Memorial Hall on the Internet, he was also greatly shocked.

How could there be such a person! ! ?

It feels incredible!

With the magic pen, recalling this righteous indignation, he also wanted to set a curse for these scumbags.

Later, I understood the calming effect of time and space, so I didn't implement it.

The magic pen is not only a powerful tool to change the world, but also an amplifier of desire and emotion. People will be addicted to it, and Ma Liang also had a period of extreme expansion.

I feel that I am a god rather than a human being. After a short period of time, I have a sense of superiority that looks down on all living beings and despises rules.

But the problem is that he is a human being, not a god, even if he gets the magic pen.

…………

It was very lively along the way, and the mighty convoy couldn't see the beginning and the end.

Driving on the main road of Jiangcheng, singing and laughter spread all the way, and they also rendered youth and vitality into the air in late summer.

The base is far away, we set off in the morning and arrive at noon.

Buses drove into the green military camp one after another. Excited all the way, the freshmen didn't know what would be waiting for them in the next half month. They all excitedly leaned to the window, looking at the clean and empty base, talking a lot , pointing and pointing.

A J-6 fighter jet parked on the lawn for display caught their eyes.

The bus stopped at the big playground, and a group of soldiers got on the bus soon.

At noon, I got to know the instructor briefly and was taken to line up at the entrance of the cafeteria.

The first meal in the barracks was very sumptuous. The table was full of chicken, duck and fish, and there was a bottle of Wanglaoji for each person.

The staple food includes rice, steamed buns, noodles, pancakes, etc., fully considering the regional taste differences of freshmen.

The instructors were friendly and didn't emphasize any discipline. The huge restaurant was full and buzzed like a large vegetable market.

Some people complain that the food is greasy, and they only put their chopsticks on a few plates of green vegetables, especially the girls, who have never touched a large table of vegetables, counting rice grains one by one with chopsticks, that is a gentleman!

Someone else asked if there was any beer...

Ma Liang should eat,

It's time to drink, he knows, these people will regret it soon, and will miss this meal very much in the future.

After the meal, a large group of colorful freshmen were brought to the training ground and formed into a square team in order of height. When the instructor came to each company, his smiling face suddenly changed.

The instructor yelled, and the freshmen listened. The yelling came one after another, but the military posture stood crookedly.

"Ma Liang!"

"arrive!"

"Get out!"

"yes!"

Ma Liang strode out, turned around, and stood in front of the team.

The instructor glanced fiercely at everyone in Fangzheng, corrected Ma Liang's posture, and shouted:

"I'll say it again, listen to me."

"The heels of the feet are close together, the toes are separated by about 60 degrees, the legs are straight, the lower abdomen is slightly retracted, the chest is naturally raised, the upper body is upright, slightly leaning forward, the shoulders should be flat, slightly stretched back, and the arms Sagging and straightening naturally, fingers close together and naturally bending, sticking the thumb to the second joint of the index finger, and sticking the middle finger to the trouser seam!"

"The head should be upright, the neck should be straight, the mouth should be closed, the lower jaw should be slightly retracted, and the eyes should be looking forward together!!"

Ma Liang's posture was qualified, and he stuck there like a rubber pole as a demonstration.

The instructor went down and corrected the others one by one, but the movements were rough and precise, and he slapped some who couldn't be straightened no matter what.

"Hou Mingliang!"

"arrive!"

"Look at the monkey you're standing on, you ape!?"

"puff!"

"Wang Fei!"

"……arrive!"

"Get out!"

"yes!"

"You like to laugh, don't you? Well, I'll let you laugh as much as you want. I won't stop until I say stop. Start, laugh!!"

...

half an hour later.

The huge sun was hanging above the head, and the sun seemed to melt everyone. Everyone was sweating profusely, but no one dared to move a little.

Ma Liang's camouflage military uniform was also soaked, his vision was blurred by sweat, and his stiff body couldn't help trembling slightly.

But he didn't mean to waver.

In the old time and space, although Ma Liang had not had time to become a superman, he had already customized several legendary templates for himself.

Extreme agility, extreme reaction, extreme perception, extreme strength, vigorous and powerful body, etc.

The career of 'master, master' has sharpened his will, greatly expanded and enriched his knowledge.

Now, although everything set by the magic pen is gone, the xinxing is still there, and the solid will has not disappeared. This bit of pain is really nothing to him.

But if he can persist, others may not.

A few minutes later, more and more people were shaking. The instructor reckoned that the limit had been reached, and was about to let the freshmen take a rest, but unexpectedly, one of them fell down.

It's Bai Xiaoshu.

The instructor was very experienced, and cleaned up neatly, and Bai Xiaoshu was moved to the shade to rest, watching other people train.

But after resting for an hour, he returned to the middle of the queue.

strict!

It is much stricter than ordinary military training.

Many people were swept away by the ease at the beginning, and complained in their hearts.