The life of West Point Military Academy students is too harsh and rigid for most high school graduates, but for Chen Zikun, who has worked as a second-class cook in the Third Beiyang Division, it is simply free.

When visiting the camp of the 15th Army Regiment in Tianjin, Captain Stilwell once said that the local military camp in the United States is much more perfect and comfortable than the 15th Regiment. Now it seems that Stilwell is not lying. Although the school buildings of West Point are old buildings, they are warm in winter and cool in summer, and have complete living facilities, tap water, heating, electric lights, shower equipment, including laundry and dryers. The students do not have to worry about trivial matters in life at all. They just need to do their own things in accordance with the rules.

The difference between West Point Military Academy and ordinary universities is that in addition to ordinary courses, a large number of physical education classes and military professional courses have been added, including internal combustion engine principles, ballistics, international relations, overseas combat, etc. Chen Zikun is naturally a strong athlete in physical education classes, but cultural courses have been dragged down.

Fortunately, Bill Chanders was helping his roommate Bill, who was a Californian native. His father, Chanders, was the owner of a sawmill and had a lot of brothers and sisters at home. His father hoped that his son would become a superior knight, so Bill came to the pastry with his father's dream, although his ideal was just to be an engineer.

George Howard, the head of the dormitory 306, came from a military family. His ancestors participated in the ** War, his great-grandfather participated in the American-Mexico War, his grandfather participated in the Civil War, his father had just participated in the European War, and the whole family was full of soldiers. George also believed that he would be a general in the future. He always acted like a domineering officer in the school, and someone flattered him. There were always a bunch of followers around him.

George always wanted to find Chen Zikun's fault, but every time he was extremely disappointed. This Chinese man was simply a natural soldier. He couldn't find any fault with every move and even his sleeping posture. There were even a few times when George wanted to make some pranks in the dark, such as watering Chen Zikun's quilt. But when they walked to Chen Zikun's bed, they found that his eyes were open, so the group immediately stopped.

They naturally didn't know that although Chen Zikun had only been a horse thief for two years, he had experienced countless life and death tests. He slept in a layer of old sheepskin in the deep mountains and forests dozens of degrees below zero and had to be always on guard against the experience of officers and soldiers encircling him. Not everyone could survive. Without this vigilance, he had already died in the old forest.

But George's chance still emerged.

West Point Military Academy is a closed-door teaching, and students cannot leave the school casually. Contacting the outside world is basically based on emails and letters. That day, Bill received a letter from his hometown. After reading it, his face became extremely bad and he hid the letter without saying a word.

It happened that it was Door 306 today to be responsible for cleaning the bathroom on this floor. The seniors naturally would not do it themselves. This kind of work is usually left to the first-year students.

Chen Zikun and Bill cleaned the floor of the bathroom with mops. Seeing Bill looking distracted, Chen Zikun joked: "Has he dumped by his girlfriend?"

Bill, who was told to the point, nodded in pain, took out a photo and said, "Jessica doesn't love me anymore, she wrote me a breakup letter."

"What a big deal. I'll introduce you to a Chinese girl. She is absolutely gentle, respectful, frugal, and obedient." Chen Zikun comforted him.

Bill forced a smile. The quagmire of broken heart could not be climbed out in just one or two words. The two continued to brush the ground, but the atmosphere was a little lighter.

In the evening, the students were chatting in the dormitory. Suddenly, George rushed in angrily, announced that everyone would gather and clean the bathroom again. It turned out that today's sanitation inspection did not pass, and according to the rules, all people in the dormitory would be punished.

All the people in the dormitory were lying on the floor of the bathroom in vests and shorts, carefully wiping every gap with a toothbrush. Suddenly, a group of students who had just finished playing football on the playground rushed in and laughed. The opposite side that had just been cleaned was stained again.

Everyone stared at Chen Zikun and Bill fiercely, their eyes were almost spitting out of fire. After finally cleaning, after returning to the dormitory, George spoke: "Chen, Chanders, you two must be responsible for what tonight."

As he said that, he took out a bayonet from the 1903 Springfield rifle from under the bed and played with it in his hand.

Everyone knows what will happen next. This is West Point Military Academy, and it is also a remake of the US Army. It allows people who make mistakes to sit on bayonets and their butts are sitting on the tip of the knife. They cannot let the bayonet fall down or hurt themselves. Maintaining this posture requires a lot of energy. If you are not careful, you will hurt your butt.

"Chen, do you have anything to say?" George asked staring at Chen Zikun.

"There is no excuse, sir!" Chen Zikun said, and then added: "This is my negligence and has nothing to do with Bill."

Bill was stumbled and wanted to say something, but he didn't have the courage to say it out, because he was responsible for the unqualified area, and the mental confusion caused by the broken heart made him forget to brush the upper cover of the toilet tank.

"Then you will take responsibility." George threw the bayonet next to Chen Zikun's feet.

Chen Zikun picked up the bayonet, went to the corridor and placed a horse-riding crotch-shaped squatting style, sitting steadily on the tip of the knife, without moving at all.

George and others stood at the door with their arms held back, waiting to see Chen Zikun's mischievous appearance. Usually this posture cannot last long, and ordinary people can't hold on for a few minutes. Even guys with strong perseverance and physical strength cannot last for ten minutes. Let's see how long this Chinese guy can last.

One minute passed, five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and half an hour passed, and the corridor was gradually filled with students of all grades watching the fun. Everyone was amazed at Chen Zikun's extraordinary physical strength. George and others looked at each other, not knowing how to end.

Suddenly, there was a noise at the entrance of the stairs, and someone shouted: "Standing at attention!" All the students immediately stood up straight in conditioned reflexes, and then they saw a middle-aged man wearing a star on his shoulder appear at the end of the corridor. Directly opposite him was Chen Zikun, who was still sitting on the bayonet.

The visitor was Principal West Point and Brigadier General Douglas MacArthur.

This principal is an irreplaceable god in the hearts of the students. Every step he takes is so brilliant and brilliant. He comes from a military family. His father is a general who has won the Congress Medal of Honor. He entered West Point at the age of nineteen. Four years later, he graduated with the best score in the century in his establishment and was awarded the rank of captain. He has served as President Roosevelt's attendant military officer and the adjutant of the Army Secretary. During the European War, he served as Brigadier General of the 84th Brigade and the acting division commander of the 42nd Division. After the war, he became the principal of West Point and the youngest principal in West Point history.

Physical punishment is prevalent in the army, and MacArthur opposes corporal punishment the most. Since he took office as principal, he has explicitly prohibited all personal fights and corporal punishment, and all violators will be fired.

George Howard was sweating coldly. As a sergeant, he physically punished his subordinates' freshman and was caught by the principal himself. He had a mountain of evidence and had no room for defense. The only thing waiting for him was to get rid of him.

In fact, his family background is not as majestic as he shows off. The so-called military aristocratic families are divided into different levels. A family like MacArthur is a real one. Each generation is a pride of heaven, and at least a colonel. Although the three generations of George's family joined the army, they are all the most ordinary big-headed soldiers. The highest rank is just a sergeant. The gap between soldiers and officers is as big as civilians and nobles. It was not until George's generation that he barely entered the Western Points and had the hope of becoming an officer.

This wish, which carried the dreams of three generations, was wasted with George's stupid decision. Now, with just one word from Chen Zikun, George will take off his beloved gray uniform and leave the pastry.

The corridor was quiet, and all the students straightened their bodies, their hands pressed against the trousers, and they looked at each other without squinting. General MacArthur glanced coldly at everyone. He was forty-one years old this year. These twenty-year-old students were like children in front of him, and nothing they did could not hide from the keen eyes of this old senior in Xidian.

There is no doubt that a corporal punishment is being carried out here. As for the reasons for the corporal punishment, he doesn't want to know. Senior students always think of countless reasons to torture freshmen. He only cares about why these children do not obey orders and commit crimes against the wind after the principal explicitly prohibits all corporal punishment.

The trick of sitting on a bayonet is very old-fashioned. I saw MacArthur in the military camp when I was a child, but the expression of the newborn in front of me seemed not uncomfortable, but seemed to be relaxed. In an instant, MacArthur remembered that he had seen this face somewhere before.

By the way, I once met in the principal's office. This student seemed to be a foreign student recommended by the foreign government. He was turned away because of his documents. At that time, he even said fiercely, "I will come back."

Unexpectedly, he really came back.

"Child, what are you doing?" MacArthur walked up to Chen Zikun, put his hands on his hips, and asked condescendingly.

"Report to the commander, I'm exercising." Chen Zikun still maintained his horse stance. Not to mention squatting for an hour or two, for him who had practiced solid basic skills in Baozhilin, even if he squatted for a day, it was a piece of cake.

"Talk to the sir, stand at attention!" a lieutenant behind MacArthur shouted.

Chen Zikun immediately stood up, his legs were not numb after squatting for a long time, "Sir, I'm stance. This is a Chinese-style physical exercise, which is conducive to the stability of the lower plate."

MacArthur stared at Chen Zikun with a gloomy face. The student was lying. He was clearly being physically punished, but since the victims were unwilling to admit it, even the principal could not handle it.

George quietly breathed a sigh of relief, only then did he realize that his back was completely wet with sweat.
Chapter completed!