Chapter 329 New recruit camp

In May 1931, the Chinese army began to fully implement the compulsory military service system to cope with the increasingly strong gunpowder smell. {Update: Fastest and most stable} But in fact, the real main combat force is still the professional soldiers employed by the military.

In the newly established Guangzhou New Recruitment Training Camp, Mo Xiong was training a group of poor new recruits. This group of ignorant guys enjoyed the pain Mo Xiong suffered in the devil instructor Lu Xincheng back then.

Mo Xiong is now officially the rank of second lieutenant, with the position of deputy battalion commander, and is responsible for the training of recruits in a company. However, the company he trains is far from full, and this is also the room left by the superior departments to facilitate officers to train grassroots backbones.

A large room at the recruiting station was temporarily converted into a management room. Opposite to the door was a huge window that almost filled the entire wall. The remaining two walls were symmetrically inlaid with five mirrors, and each mirror was placed in front of a chair without a backrest.

These burly young men were not young men who enlisted in the army, but young men who volunteered to join the army. They lined up at the door and walked in panic when they heard the shouting "Next".

In a clear contrast to these young men who had just joined the army were the soldiers responsible for the management. They were all burly and their knotty muscles made them look very intimidating. If it weren't for the neckline of the work clothes of the sergeant that revealed the military uniforms inside, they would almost be a group of beasts wearing human skin.

With a calm look, they casually played with electric tools on the heads of these young men who were ordinary people, while chatting and joking with each other.

The floor was surrounded by heads, and two young men who seemed to have just been enlisted were sweeping their heads together with a row brush and then putting them into a large black garbage bag.

A young man in a new suit and looking a little sad in the corner was sitting. When the manager shaved off a strand of his forehead very quickly, he subconsciously dodged.

The administrator casually squeezed out a few words with a ridiculous tone: "Don't move, boy, I want to make you look like a soldier. Do you know what the first article of the soldier's regulations is? Soldiers should endure hardships and work hard during their service."

The young man didn't say anything, just frowned and glanced at the administrator from the cold corner of his eyes.

The soldier who was temporarily acting as an administrator stared at the young man's suit and asked, "Why are you dressing so well? Do you think you are here for vacation? In the end, you threw it away."

"There is no other clothes." The young man replied briefly.

The administrator soldier even showed off a look of being cheap and being obedient: "Listen, I have a suggestion, let's change it. I'll give you the clothes I don't wear, plus a few packs of cigarettes. Anyway, you don't care, but I still have to go to the city and go to the disco. I won't say much, you all know."

"It seems you're doing well?" The young man in a suit seemed to be flattering the administrator.

The soldiers and a few nearby friends looked at each other, and then laughed as if they were taken for granted: "Of course, serving in the army is like a dream that you don't want to wake up. During the day, the officials are busy with their wives at home and being intimate. Just cut him a few times, and then you can go to the city and drink beer, girl." As he said that, he untied the cloth from the young man.

"How is it? I'm determined?" The smile began to have a sense of affection and flattery, but I didn't know how long this situation could last.

The young man answered with a contemptuous smile while answering, leaning closer to the mirror, carefully examining his bright blue bald head, and brushing off some broken heads on his forehead: "I'm determined? It's like a dream that doesn't want to wake up, right? That's what you said? "

Suddenly, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed the soldier's neck like a plier, pressed his head down, then picked up the electric fader on the table with his right hand and shaved the administrator's thick head. (  Update our speed number one

At this time, some young men who had finished the work were lying on the window at the door, looking boredly inside. Suddenly, they realized this situation, and they were as excited as if they had been given stimulants. But no one was willing to intervene, and everyone wanted to watch the fun in vain.

"Stop it all for me." The young man waved his electric fastener and shouted frantically to the soldiers who jumped up and ran towards him. The soldiers didn't know what to do for a moment. "Be honest, what the Kid Soldiers said in the Regulations, do you still remember? Soldiers should endure hardships during their service."

While speaking, he had already shaved a wide line from the forehead to the back of the head of the administrator. His white scalp was revealed wherever the fader passed. He threw the electric fader onto the chair: "Get out of here, you can take care of the rest yourself."

After saying that, he was so arrogant that he didn't even look at the people around him and left the house calmly. This guy is Liu Jianfeng, with a thin black appearance and a unique cynicism in the young man. This is a good disguise to cover up his identity as a sergeant.

His career as a special forces team has temporarily stopped, but in this recruit training camp, he began to deal with the instructor's work. Almost the members of the second team originally worked in this recruit camp.

The inside of the camp is very spacious and has a large amount of living equipment, like a complete community center. It is just that there are many places for military exercise, with fortifications and a large number of weapons.

On the road to the camp, a newly-sold recruit who had already been cleared was swaying in the camp in the recruitment station. Hundreds of young men applying for enlistment sat on the bench like pine trees waiting for destiny, looking forward to their destiny with prickly hope for their destiny.

"Sorry, do you know where the Sixth Company is?" He searched for a long time but couldn't find the base of his company. In the end, he couldn't help but ask one of the passing soldiers.

"I'm just joining the army?"

"Yes." Apart from these two words, Wang Junfeng really didn't know what to say. He was a shy person. Out of his slogan of loving his motherland, he chose the path of independent enlistment.

"Don't just run around when calling your name. First you have to figure out where your team is. When it's almost here, it's not too late to find it."

"It's not like that. Actually, I'm trying to find the 6th Company's base. Oh, sorry, can you tell me?" Seeing another non-commissioned officer passing by, he turned around and asked an officer, but the officer walked over to him without saying a word, as if the recruit did not exist at all.

Wang Junfeng was very helpless and had to continue walking forward.

Suddenly, he heard a burst of laughter in the depressed mumbling around him, looking at the sound, and in a corner deep in the hall, like a volcano burst, bursts of smoke rose, occasionally mixed with the sound of playing the erhu.

He was a little confused, but he couldn't help but slowly walked up to him. Here, like there was an open space in the middle of a congested and narrow island, there were several people sitting or lying freely on a circle of benches. Among them, they were members of the former special forces.

And the guy who was wearing a suit and shaved the manager's head was unscrupulously swallowing and drinking strong white wine. It was Liu Jianfeng, this god, who was both a cigarette ghost and a drunkard.

"Is it the Sixth Company?" Wang Junfeng asked carefully. Although his family was poor, he had received excellent training since childhood. Under his shy appearance, he had a clear mind and firmness and persistence.

"Oh, another lost lamb has come. I began to pray. I hope you can walk out of this camp alive." He held a cigarette in his mouth, a glass bottle in his hand, and a strong smell of alcohol in his mouth. Liu Jianfeng hugged Wang Junfeng's shoulder and began to laugh unscrupulously.

"Welcome to the Sixth Company. I am the devil responsible for training you. My biggest hobby is to listen to your miserable wailings in hell." Zhang smiled arrogantly and left the confused Wang Junfeng here.

Looking at the figure that looked like a black panther, Wang Junfeng also began to imagine his future: "Has I been to a strange and terrifying place?"

In the northern suburbs of Guangzhou, the Chinese Army's new recruit training camp was built at the bottom of a narrow basin surrounded by mountains, and the runway stretched along the basin.

At noon, in the open space near the main road, the young men who were still wearing ordinary people's clothes were waiting in groups of boredom in less than three days in the army. The dazzling near-white sun ruthlessly scorched everyone's face, and the scorching air flowed on the hot concrete ground.

It was still a cold and cold rain two days ago. Now almost everyone is covered in wet sweat. They hide in the small shadows of several nearby planes irritated. They all open their thick fur coats and cotton vests, slapping the hats in their hands in vain, and occasionally wiping the sweat on their necks, while looking around curiously.

In a row, several new recruits from several teams had begun to follow their non-commissioned officers to advance towards the barracks.

"Haha, look, it's like a walking iron stick." The recruits with a straw rod in their mouths expressed their opinions, and everyone laughed after hearing this.

Indeed, the sergeant's aisle seemed unnatural as if something was behind him. The sergeant who walked closer looked at the group of people without saying a word. Later, he asked in a boring voice similar to the dead, "Where are you going to beat? Ugly ghosts."

Wang Junfeng recognized this person, who was the strange guy he saw in the tent on the day he joined the army, but he didn't expect that this person was actually a non-commissioned officer.

"East Guangdong, Meizhou City, Sergeant" was not afraid, and answered the question of Liu Jianfeng from Heibashi in a slight manner.

Sergeant Heibashi seemed not to notice the tone of the recruit, and still stood indifferently, looking at the group of half-lying half-lying on the ground. After waiting for a while, he finally spoke: "I am Sergeant Liu Jianfeng."

"What sergeant?" There was someone next to him who didn't seem to understand.

"Who has any hearing problems?" Heibashi asked calmly, even without blinking his eyes, suddenly shouting: "Everyone stands up, stands attentively."

Then he shouted in an increasingly crazy voice: "Stand up and put on all the hats for me."

The young men hurriedly put the velvet hats or big-eared cotton hats in their hands on their heads, and then they got up in a mess and stood in a row in a twist.

"Turn backward" After hearing the order, the young men were in a mess again. Some even turned face to face, looking blankly at the airport near and the empty base in the distance. In the distance, there were endless mountains that could not be seen clearly.

"I think, no one of you should have any vision problems? Shaozi" Hei Chai pointed to a place behind him without looking back: "That mountain, ours, the next mountain, in order not to let you guys sent there be finished on the first day, I will torture you twenty-four hours a day for the next three months. From now on, whoever changes his mind, will send you back to the bedding in two hours. Is there any problem? No? It's good to line up in a single column and run."

There were a few people in the queue who wanted to throw their arms around and run forward. At this time, Liu Jianfeng happened to see them. He still said in the same voice as the dead: "When I order running, you'd better hold my arms up and put them on my waist and prepare."

The few were so scared that they hurriedly corrected their movements and followed the team forward. With Liu Jianfeng's arrival, the atmosphere in the team was no longer as scattered and disorderly as before. Wang Junfeng stayed in the crowd and just watched everything in front of him quietly.

He silently said in his heart: "Is this the army? It seems a little different from what I imagined in the past."

The young men who had already put on new military uniforms stood in a row in the barracks, much better than the lineup in the open space not long ago. Liu Jianfeng walked back and forth along the queue, looking at everyone from head to toe with a disgusting expression.

On the other hand, Mo Xiong also found the fun of being an instructor in his jurisdiction from the recruits. Torture, slavery, and cruel training, the army is not a charity, and what soldiers need is not humanitarian care.

Establish faith and fear, establish obedience and authority, and obey orders, this is the army

The total number of these young men who had just entered the military camp by enlisting independently was less than 60. They were divided into squads and conducted high-intensity military training, and their internal results were ranked.

The weather in May has begun to become a bit hot, but these recruits can only conduct inhumane professional military training under the sultry temperature.

Today's protagonists are the young men from Class 1 and Class 2, who conduct real-life war exercises in the spacious and complex terrain.

The members of the squad 1 ran away and threw away their backpacks and mortar seats, and charged towards the area where the squad 2 was. However, exhausted, they no longer had the strength to fight against the squad 2 soldiers who had been resting for a long time.

Before he had even fought fiercely, he was easily beaten back by the other party, and almost all stumbled down the hillside. He looked very embarrassed, and he also received Mo Xiong's black face.

"Soldiers, go forward" Mo Xiong shouted and cursed: "Roll, don't lie down and go forward, bastards."

This looks a bit like the war game I played when I was a kid, but the game now seems more cruel and horrible because it is played in a madly hot and unbearable exhaustion.

Almost every recruit had wounds on his face, and was dirty by the soil mixed with blood and sweat. When they rolled down from the hillside, they had just gotten up and were knocked down by the gravels that had been brought down. They had to stand firm again and again, and try to climb upwards.

Although they were a little helpless even raising their arms, they were still ready to fight against the enemy, even if they were biting with their teeth. From the moment they entered the military camp, they were told that they must absolutely obey military orders.

The "stop attack" finally came the order to end. The young men were exhausted and almost felt their faces collapsed on the hillside.

Mo Xiong walked around among them with anger, and stepped over their heads from time to time. He was now possessed by Lu Xincheng, and became the devil instructor he hated the most in the past, and kept scolding: "The combat mission has not been completed. You are all dead."

He kicked a recruit, and then he kicked another one: "And there is a pile of shit in the aluminum can of supplies in your transport truck. Because you incompetent idiots, our army's transport convoy was ambushed when passing through this high ground. Do you understand what it means to occupy the commanding heights on the roadside?"

He grabbed a soldier with a strong appearance and pulled the other person's shoulder as if he was holding up a kitten. He shouted hysterically like a madman: "Do you understand? When you have no way to heaven, no way to enter the ground, and nowhere to hide, you can watch your brothers lie down one by one, but you can only sit and wait for death. You don't know what it feels like at all?"

Without waiting for the complaints and laments of these miserable recruits, Mo Xiong still trained them hard. The training was not harsh. Then, after going to the battlefield, these recruits would encounter even more tragic things.

Mo Xiong finally began to understand Lu Xincheng's painstaking efforts back then. He is now standing in the same position to consider things. Even when he looked at these young people with bruised noses, he was heartbroken: "Get up for me, the bastards don't need to rest and carry their backpacks, run down, and walk."

In such a miserable situation, these poor recruits had to be fryed, fried, cooked and fried in this big pot for more than three months until they became qualified soldiers.

Chapter 329 New recruit camp

Chapter 329 New recruit camp

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