Recruit training begins on the second morning of enlistment.

The assembly time for the first training session is seven o'clock in the morning.

But around 6:30, the recruits were all ready and consciously lined up outside the dormitory, waiting for the instructors.

Many people were beaten yesterday, and today they all have a long memory.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a sergeant with a folder walked up to the third shift queue.

The sergeant's height seemed to be at least 1.9 meters, and he looked two meters tall after wearing the military cap.

He had a serious expression on his face, and in addition to the folder, he also held a teaching stick in his hand, and he shocked many recruits just by meeting him.

"I'm your instructor, Sergeant Sim."

"Fake, can't you even stand in a military posture?"

"The lower abdomen is tightened, the legs are close together, and put your hands on me!"

After declaring his name and identity, Sim threw the folder on the ground, and then approached the queue of recruits holding a teaching stick.

"Aw!"

"hiss!"

There were several cries of pain in succession, and all the recruits who did not stand up to the standard were slapped.

"It seems that I don't need to remember your names."

"Most of you can't survive a month of devil training, because a fool who can't even stand up can't be a strong person."

"It's really unlucky. I was supposed to kill bugs, but now I have to train you sweethearts who are softer than puffs."

"puff....."

Simultaneously as Sim spoke, there was a suppressed laughter in the queue.

Aiwen was standing in the second row, and he heard the voice coming from the first row, and the person who laughed was standing in front of him, who seemed to be named Putuo.

"Do you think it's funny?"

"Do you think I'm a clown?"

Sim also noticed that Putrow was holding back his laughter, so he stood directly in front of Putrow and questioned him again and again.

"sorry!"

Putrow panicked instantly, and Sim's voice was much softer than when he was cursing just now, but it also sounded much colder.

"Idiot, haven't you read the recruit manual?"

Hearing Putrow's words, Sim pulled him out of the queue, and then shouted to everyone: "You must respect me as sir at any time."

"Understand?"

"Understood, sir!" Everyone echoed in unison.

"Braunski, take this sweetheart for a run and teach him well."

Hearing the neat and loud voice, Sim nodded in satisfaction, then waved his hand to stop a passing corporal, and pushed Putro to him.

"start running!"

The corporal named Braunski was quick.

He pulled out the teaching stick at once, slapped Putrow's buttocks hard, and then drove Putrow to run around the barracks.

At this time, Sim continued to say to everyone: "If you think I'm too cruel, then you can go back and complain to your mother now."

"Only the strong can stay here, understand?"

"Understood, sir!"

After admonishing Jia Liwei, Sim finally lowered the volume after the set was finished.

He took a few steps back and put the folder and teaching sticks on the ground, "It seems that you all know how to talk to the instructor."

"Now let me see if there are any tough guys here who think they can beat me?"

"I think I can, sir!"

Aiwen wanted to speak, but was preempted by the people in the back row.

A big black man with a height of more than two meters shouted at Sim.

"Come out and knock me down in any way you can think of."

Finally a smile appeared on Sim's face, he took off his coat and belt, and waved to the confident big black.

"I'm going to attack, sir!"

After Da Laohei came out, he greeted Sim, and then rushed forward with a punch.

"what!"

"my hand!"

In less than three seconds, everyone heard Da Lao Hei's screams.

Facing Da Lao Hei's sandbag-sized fist, Sim quickly turned sideways, and then used his hands to grab Da Lao Hei's arm, throwing him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Sim exerted strength with both hands, and directly twisted Da Laohei's forearm, and his appearance was deformed.

The faces of all the recruits changed, and even Aiwen couldn't help swallowing.

Now that human medical technology is very strong, this kind of injury can only be regarded as a minor injury, but a minor injury is a minor injury, and the pain is still very painful.

Just look at the ferocious expression on that big old black man.

"Medical soldiers."

Sergeant Sim beckoned to the medical soldiers not far away, his face still relaxed, obviously this was not the first time he had encountered such a thing.

Two medical soldiers ran over, gave Da Lao Hei an injection in his forearm, and then took Da Lao Hei away who was no longer screaming.

"who is the next?"

Sim, who had killed a new recruit in seconds, was in a good mood, pacing and watching the queue of the third squad.

"I want to try, sir!"

Aiwen shouted and looked straight at Sim.

This kind of low-key thing is not popular in mobile units.

His melee combat ability is 7 points, even if he is not as good as an instructor who is qualified to train recruits, he will definitely not be far behind.

Probably the gap between 7 and 8, which can be made up by a strong physique.

"Very good, come up."

Sim waved his hands, still so calm, he didn't even put his hands up.

Aiwen stepped forward and stood in front of Sim.

After taking a deep breath, Aiwen clasped his fists in front of his chest, then moved his left arm upwards, retracted his right arm to his ribs, and raised his right foot slightly.

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