I don't know why, when Milia heard Pang Jindong's words, she immediately remembered all kinds of things she had seen in the new barracks these days, so she more or less understood what Pang Jindong meant.

Pang Jindong instructed Miria: "Let all the recruits gather immediately!"

After the order was delivered, the recruits quickly lined up and assembled, although the time it took was still far from Pang Jindong's requirements, but it had made great progress compared to the grinding and grinding when they first arrived, and the neatness of the queue had also improved a lot.

Pang Jindong patrolled at the front of the queue, although his facial expression was still cold, and his occasional slight nodding showed that he was still satisfied with the changes in the recruits.

The next scene made all the recruits stunned, and Pang Jindong stood at the front of the queue and faced everyone in a standard standing posture. The recruits originally thought that Pang Jindong was going to give a lecture, but after waiting for a long time, they didn't see Pang Jindong spit out half a word. Since they were not ordered, they did not dare to ask questions, let alone change their postures.

Time passed minute by minute, and the recruits didn't feel anything at first, but slowly, fatigue gradually took over their bodies. His knees became sore, but his waist stiffened, and it seemed as if the blood had clotted there. This conflicting feeling intensified, until it became as if it was about to fall apart.

The raging sun lingered on their bodies, the scorching heat scorched through their hats and clothes, and the fatigue of their bodies made the recruits eager to move. They never imagined that staying motionless in one position for a long time would be so physically draining. But if they dared to change their posture, an enforcement officer would immediately rush behind him and reward him with a stick on the buttocks.

Seven recruits had already been beaten, and they were just a stumbling man, but they could only look at the law enforcement officers with angry eyes, but they did not dare to say anything else. This is because they have seen Pang Jindong's wrists, and Pang Jindong has always stood there like them, and his posture is even much more standard than theirs.

Clever people will use slow, unobtrusive movements to adjust their posture a little and get a short period of relaxation. But after the new posture habits, fatigue immediately returned.

Pang Jindong didn't feel good either, sweat slowly flowed down from his ears, forehead and cheeks, and gathered to his jaw and dripped to the ground. If someone stood behind Pang Jindong at this time, they would find that the back of their clothes was already soaked with sweat.

"What is he doing? madman!" the recruits muttered to themselves.

It wasn't until twenty minutes later that Pang Jindong ordered: "Take a break!"

Finally able to rest, the recruits immediately sighed and lowered their bodies, taking the opportunity to move their already stiff bodies and relax their sore muscles.

"What you have just done is called 'cultivation'!" Pang Jindong shouted loudly, explaining the nature and significance of this act to the recruits: "The purpose is to cultivate your discipline and the style of hard work and patience; if a unit does not have discipline, it will not be able to face the enemy! And if a unit does not have the spirit of hard work and patience, it will not be able to face all kinds of difficult environments that may arise on the battlefield!"

"Crazy!" the recruits almost hated.

Pang Jindong looked at the overflowing anger of the recruits, and couldn't help sneering in his heart, because the more exciting ones were still to come: "Now, you are already a soldier, and for a soldier, there are some things that are not needed!"

As soon as the words ended, several law enforcement officers came to the front of the queue and piled a large mess in front of the recruits. The recruits' eyes immediately straightened when they saw it, because they were their personal belongings, including nymphomaniac's pornographic magazines and black people's stereos, etc.

The recruits couldn't hold back any longer and whispered: "This madman took advantage of our training and sent someone to search the tent!"

"What is this madman going to do?"

The voice became louder and louder, and Pang Jindong shouted: "Silence! Give me a good look!"

The law enforcement team immediately poured gasoline on the items and set them on fire.

"Bastard, what are you doing?" the recruits shouted loudly, and more than two hundred pairs of angry eyes fell on Pang Jindong's body, almost as if they were going to devour Pang Jindong alive.

The fire was blazing and crackling, and with the change in the direction of the wind, a foul smell often wafted into the nostrils of the recruits, making them even angrier.

Pang Jindong looked at the fire and said coldly: "After getting rid of these things, you can be a real soldier!"

According to the temper of these people, they would have rushed over to fight with Pang Jindong at this time, but thinking of the unlucky black man last night, they had to hold back.

"You did a good job today, but it's just in terms of time, your posture is too ugly, and it doesn't reflect the might of a soldier at all. In the next training session, you will be strictly corrected in your posture of sitting, standing and walking. After a pause, Pang Jindong said with emotion: "If there are no steep cliffs in the mountains, they will not be precipitous; if the sea does not have ups and downs, it will not be magnificent; if life does not go through hardships, it will not become tenacious and unyielding; and if soldiers do not undergo hard training, they will not become victors on the battlefield!"

Pang Jindong said, threw down the sentence "disband", and turned around and left to check the weapons.

Nick had previously given Director Anderson all the money set aside by the company to buy weapons. As for the number, variety, and model of weapons, according to Pang Jindong's instructions, he asked Director Anderson to make his own discretion.

Pang Jindong's purpose in making this arrangement is actually to give Director Anderson a chance to be greedy or to intercept a part. Although the relationship between Pang Jindong and Director Anderson is very close, Pang Jindong believes that Director Anderson has no reason to help him do so much, so he should be allowed to taste some sweetness. What's more, in the face of a general election that is actually a money-burning race, one of the biggest headaches for Director Anderson at the moment is the shortfall in campaign funds.

According to Pang Jindong's estimate, Director Anderson should not be too greedy, and the financial expenditure will be reasonable at least on the surface, so the quantity and quality of weapons are still guaranteed. But to Pang Jindong's surprise, Director Anderson not only did not withhold it, but instead exerted the purchasing power of the money to the maximum.

Looking at the list of weapons, Pang Jindong knew at that time that Director Anderson was buying at the lowest or even cost price based on his understanding of the weapons market and the company's capital investment. As a result, Pang Jindong was worried that there was a problem with the quality of the weapon, but after some inspection, it was proved that this concern was superfluous.

What made Pang Jindong even more overjoyed was that Director Anderson also brought three additional Bradley armored vehicles, although it was an early model and had been retired from active service, one of which was repaired after being damaged by Yanzhòng, but it was enough to train recruits. Even in those more backward countries, they can still take charge of themselves.

"Director Anderson, how can I thank you......." Pang Jindong stroked the tracks of the Bradley armored car, just like a father with his son with pride in his son.

After Miria counted all the weapons, she reported to Pang Jindong: "The garage has not yet been completed, and these three armored vehicles will be temporarily parked outside to endure the wind and rain!" Milia said, looking at Pang Jindong's hands that refused to let go.

"It's okay! I've already checked it in the garage, and it will be completed in two days at most," Pang Jindong's tone seemed joyful.

Milia looked at Pang Jindong's hand again, and she also stretched her hand to the armored car, but immediately withdrew. It was the sunniest time of the day, and the armor was exposed to extremely high temperatures. "How can he stand it?" thought to Miria.

"When I saw the armored car, I remembered that it was necessary to build an oil depot, which was ignored when planning!"

The blueprint for the construction of the Hongyan Valley base was designed by Pang Jindong, but it was the first time for Pang Jindong to do such work, and it was inevitable that there would be some negligence in the overall planning and arrangement.

Miria stared at Pang Jindong's hand and asked, "Do you want to send weapons to the recruits now?"

"No!" Pang Jindong shook his head and told Miria: "After these two days of training, the recruits will accumulate a lot of resentment, and I estimate that there will be something wrong with them next!

Milia finally couldn't bear it anymore, pointed to Pang Jindong's hand and asked, "Don't you feel hot?"

"Hot?" Pang Jindong was stunned for a moment, then took his hand away from the armored vehicle like an electric shock, and blew desperately with his mouth.

When he felt a little better, Pang Jindong sighed: "Since I started training these recruits, these three armored vehicles are the only things I have seen with humanity!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "This madman actually burned all our stuff in one fire!" I really wanted him to see my fists!" The man who spoke was a nymphomaniac, and he kept waving his fists as he spoke.

Surrounded by nymphomaniacs are the "representatives" of the recruits, the thorns in them, to be precise. In addition to Asians, blacks, whites and Latinos all participated, and for the first time since entering the boot camp, they were willing to put aside their prejudices and sit together. Including the black man who was beaten yesterday, his name is Buckley.

Because Pang Jindong allowed all the beaten people to rest for a week, Barkley has been lying on his bed to recuperate since he was beaten yesterday, including when sleeping and eating. Just a slight change of posture will cause a sharp pain. For him, the more difficult thing is to relieve his hands, and he must have two people to support him and take a half-squat way to complete this suffering process. For the first time in his life, he felt that going to the toilet could be so painful. Obviously, there are not many people willing to help him, and those who are willing to help him are still forced by his threat. When he was training, he could only hold back and wait until everyone came back, so that he could solve the accumulated things in his rectum and bladder at one time.

Barkley taunted, "Then why didn't you go up and show him something? If you did, maybe everyone would be freed by now!"

"Because ......" The nymphomaniac's eyes rolled, and instead of explaining his cowardice, he launched a counterattack against Buckley: "Honestly, how does your ass feel?

Barkley's facial muscles twitched a few times, trying to stand up and teach the nymphomaniac a lesson, but as soon as he moved, the familiar pain made him immediately fall down again.

Knowing that Barkley could not pose a threat to himself now, the nymphomaniac became even more emboldened, jumping the steps of a boxer and constantly waving his fist at Barkley in the air: "Come on, come on, let you see what I have been training for ten years boxing!" His words caused a burst of laughter from those around him.

Barkley gritted his teeth and said, "When my injuries are healed!"

"I don't think you're here to fight!" a deep voice came.

The man who spoke was a gloomy-looking white man, Eric, and everyone here was a little afraid of him. Because everyone who tried to provoke him had been taught a hard lesson by him.

Eric served in Task SEALs and was an excellent captain. Because of a quarrel with his boss on a mission, he beat his boss in a fit of rage. After a few days of confinement, he was kicked out of the army, losing not only all his income and benefits, but also a poor personal record. This made it difficult for him to get a decent job in society, so he joined the security company somewhat reluctantly.

Because he has served in the special forces, he is relatively disciplined among these people, so he has no chance to fight Miria. However, on one occasion, when Miria singled out Hachijo Big, he was there. At that time, his appreciation for Miria greatly helped Miria establish her prestige.

But it is precisely because Eric used to be a soldier of country M that he felt very disappreciative of Pang Jindong's training queue and cultivation, and even thought that Pang Jindong was a sadist at all.

Everyone's eyes fell on Eric, and Barkley grinned, "What do you think should be done?"

"I thought I came here to be a soldier, but I found out that my boss was a sadist, so I had to leave!"

"Let's go, then!" a white man shrugged his shoulders and encouraged everyone in English with a Latin accent: "There are a lot of people who have already left anyway!"