83_83752 The students who can be admitted to the Imperial Comprehensive Academy will not be bad in their own ability, and after the first few days of chaos, everyone has adapted to the military training life. After the fat loss period caused by poor food, many people began to grow muscles.

Except for Brad.

The punishment of everyone in the battleship command department has ended, and they have behaved very well in the days that have followed, so it is no longer their turn to cook, only Brad's punishment continues.

They live in their allotted dormitories on the first day each day, while training and meals go to the long-distance running destination, where there are pegging rings. The work of taking care of the Pigs does not take up the time of training, and he cannot run from the dormitory early or run back late every day, so he can only take up the time to eat to work in the Pigs.

Every day as he sat in the car and walked through the long food haul to the training facility, Brad would think about the first day. He thought that the instructor must have done it on purpose, deliberately letting them go back and forth to the track used for the first day of military training and long-distance running every day, constantly deepening their memories of that day.

So he endured it.

He has been excellent since he was a child, and he entered the famous family - Imperial Comprehensive College with the first grade on the planet, while his own ability is excellent, Brad's family background is also very superior, it is enough to study hard since he was a child, and others will arrange a good arrangement for him.

In this case, he was suddenly assigned to the work of the pegging ring, and Brad's only feeling was: humiliation.

When others are eating, he needs to prepare food for the dirty Pig, and the food of Pige is also very bad, this planet is very poor, to be exact, all the military camps are basically very poor, there are no merchants at all, and the outside ship only comes once a month. In the case of a very limited food ration each month, the food of this pig is the dregs of human eating, and the people in the cooking department obviously think that the biggest advantage of this pig beast is that it is easy to feed, and when they find that it is still alive in such a situation, it is even more casual to feed it.

On the first day of feeding the Pig, Brad accidentally discovered that it was actually eating its own feces, and Brad almost fainted when he noticed this scene.

Fortunately, he survived.

You can't faint, and if you do, you'll fall to the ground, and the ground is full of dirty mud mixed with Pig's feces.

This is the only motivation that holds him up every day and never faints.

It stinks and is dirty, and when Brad returns to the cafeteria after feeding Pig, he sees the leftovers on the table, and thinks that this is the food he feeds to Pigbeast every day, so he wants to vomit even more.

Obviously he was hungry, but he just couldn't eat.

The result of trying to eat it on your own is that you vomit more things.

Brad was emaciating at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Not only that, but he felt that he probably had the smell of pegging circles all over his body, and that the students of his department had been reluctant to approach him lately—Brad was disappointed to find out about it.

Feeling intensely lonely and undernourished, Brad finally fainted after two weeks of perseverance.

It was the food he had just put the food in the peggon's trough, and when he saw the leftovers in the trough, Brad's tail twitched, and then his eyes went dark, and he couldn't control it anymore, and fell down heavily.

He was woken up by licking.

Brad opened his eyes and met the dirty and ugly face of the Pigbeast, at that moment, he wanted to faint again, but his body was so good that he immediately regained his normal condition after fainting for a short time, and he didn't want to continue to be licked by the Pigbeast, Brad propped up the floor and sat up.

The moment his hands were inserted into the mud, Brad froze.

After so many days here, his hand finally touched the mud on the ground.

And then......

"Humph! Hum! Finding that Brad was sitting on the ground and not moving, the Pigmon rubbed over again, first looking at Brad's face, and then it went around behind Brad, desperately arching Brad's back with its thin body, as if trying to arch Brad.

Not disgusted with the dirty smell on Brad's body at the moment, the Pigmon licked the dirty mud off Brad's hands little by little.

For the first time, Brad looked squarely at the little thing he had raised.

Beneath the dirty mud, the Pig beast had white skin, a large nose and fan-like ears, and its eyes were small, and it was looking at itself with immense purity.

It was a very cautious look.

Brad didn't treat this pigbeast well, and learned the fat chef's way, whenever the pigbeast tried to get over, he would kick it away in a rage, and over time, the pigbeast would not dare to lean over.

Daily communication was limited to throwing food into the trough, and Brad didn't think the Pigmon would have feelings.

It's just a piece of meat raised on its own, nothing more.

However, at this moment, Brad felt that he was wrong.

The squeak, the peggmon ran to the trough and ran back again. Hanging its head, it spat something into Brad's palm.

Brad looked numbly at the palm of his hand: a turnip.

"Humph! Hum! The Pigmon then chirped again, not daring to lean in again, but anxiously calling beside it.

"It's ...... The food that was given to me? Looking at the Pygmon, Brad froze.

"Hmph~" The Pigmon snorted again.

Brad still didn't eat the food that the Pygomon had given him. Getting up from the ground, Brad crouched on the edge of the trough and watched the Pygobeast gobble up its food, no longer minding the mud mixed with feces on the ground, nor the stench smell coming from the trough, looking at the Pigbeast with a lump of mud on its body, he felt that something hard in his heart was suddenly broken.

The right hand slowly poked out, eventually landing on the warm back of the Pygomon.

After that day, Brad's appetite returned to normal.

Taking care of the pigbeast every day is no longer an unbearable thing for him, and after consulting the pigmon's breeding guide, he began to take care of the pigbeast with his heart. Brad repaired the light source in the ring, cleaned the prying ring little by little, and transplanted a piece of turf in the ring.

When the qiē was finished, he also used his dinner time to give the Pigmon a bath.

Although it was not fragrant enough, the white and tender Pigmon appeared in front of him for the first time.

After discovering that the cook didn't care about how he took care of the Pygmon, Brad now brings the cleaned Pygomon out to the restaurant every night to eat with everyone.

Pig is still the same Pig, Brad is still the same Brad, however, life is starting to get better.

***

"I wish I could finish last next time!" After eating the meals cooked by the "cooks" of the battleship command department, this thought was left in the minds of all the freshmen.

However, this year's Cuisine Department is particularly vigorous, and has survived round after round of high-intensity training, but it has not won the penultimate place.

The results of the first long-distance physical fitness test brought too strong a strong shock to the new students, and in the following training, whether it was the chairman of the committee or ordinary students, they all cared about the concept of "collective".

Clumsy as they were, they had begun to enjoy the collective pleasure that they had brought to themselves.

"Believing in the power of the collective and trusting one's peers is not a belief that can be formed in people's minds overnight, and it requires people to run in a little bit in their common life.

Seeing the power of peers, understanding your own strength better, and trusting that you will grow rapidly after fully understanding each other.

I thought they might not be able to learn something in three months, but I didn't expect them to know everything in just one month. ”

In the distance, the cold-faced instructor watched as the freshmen trained under the scorching sun. After a month of queue practice, constantly repeating the most basic ancient recruit training items such as walking in unison and taking a break, they looked completely different from a month ago.

The casualness belonging to the freshmen has completely disappeared, they are following the instructor's demonstration, punching one password after another, when the instructor orders everyone not to move, no one dares to move, the scene of thousands of people carrying out the same action at the same time is extremely spectacular, at this time, if one person's action is not coordinated with others, this incongruity will be infinitely magnified, and under the instructor's order, when everyone shouts the same slogan, the scene can only be described as shocking!

"Ha-" was a very simple slogan, and when thousands of students shouted out at the same time, the cold-faced instructor felt that the ground under his feet was trembling slightly.

This is a tremendous force that only a collective can condense.

A person, even if he is a Kantas, cannot roar such an earth-shattering roar from a dragon.

And the freshmen who had just let out this roar were obviously aware of this effect, and everyone's eyes were shining, and there was excitement on their faces that could not be missed. Suppressing this excitement, they worked hard to make the next order issued by the instructor.

These young people are already starting to grasp the power of the collective, thought the cold-faced instructor.

"Yes, that's why I've been sending them to you all these years. Among the current generals, you are the only one who is still insisting on the ancient method of training. Another voice suddenly sounded in the ear of the cold-faced instructor, it turned out that he was not talking to himself, but talking to someone. The voice on the other end of the communicator is also familiar......

"Thank you for your trust, Dean Odeh." In the end, it was the cold-faced instructor who called out the name of the person on the other end.

"Lieutenant General Vlafetal, it seems to me that there is no one more worthy of my trust than you." Dean Odd, whose voice was also cold, replied to him.

"Isn't Argos okay either?" With a serious face, the cold-faced instructor actually teased Dean Aode.

"......" Dean Odd was silent, and after a long time he spoke again: "Whether it is the attitude towards the soldiers or the attitude towards the students, the two of us have completely different ways. ”

"But his way of training is really the mainstream today. Maybe next year when you send new students over, I'll be going to train them the Argos way. Lieutenant General Vlafeital, the cold-faced instructor, couldn't feel his loss at all from his voice, but his gaze at the freshmen accidentally revealed his true feelings in an instant.

"This year, the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Education will jointly hold an inter-academy competition for military training, and at the kind invitation of the Minister of Education, all the generals below the marshal level will come to the competition site, and His Excellency the marshal's itinerary is still being confirmed, and there is a 60 percent chance that he will be invited." Dean Odd quietly threw out a terrible news.

"I have accepted the invitation of the Ministry of Education and Imperial College will participate in this competition as a contestant. The competition is in the last week of the last month of military training, and I hope you can train these little ones well before then. ”

"Take a good look at Xiàn."

With that, Dean Odd hung up the phone.

After a few seconds, the communicator automatically hung up, and when the cold-faced instructor looked at the freshmen again, there was a faint trace of fire in his sight.

In an instant, he had already made a certain decision