Several people on the ground slowly got up, and some of them kept wiping the blood from their noses after getting up. Milk kicked the nearest man in the ass, "Stand up and stand in line." In order of height, hurry! ”

There were nine people who got up from the ground, and they lined up in order of their approximate heights. Milk walked past them and looked at the nine men, "Starting from the front of the line, one by one report their names, their hometowns, and what they did before. ”

The shortest man in the line spoke first: "Oblak, from Pristina." I was a driver before I came here. ”

Milk nodded, "Good." Just do as he says. ”

The second human: "Srna, from Belgrade, used to be a waiter in a restaurant. ”

The third, "Pjanic, from Niš, was previously a security guard.

The fourth, "Panich, from Novi Sad, was formerly a secondary school teacher. ”

The fifth, "Olich, Belgrade, used to work as a policeman. But he was fired. ”

The sixth, "Krarov, is from Montenegro." He has worked in many professions, including lawyers, and was unemployed before coming here. ”

The seventh, "Milosevic, came from the city of Pozarevac and President Milosevic. Shortly after graduating from university. ”

The eighth, "Kondic, Pozarevac." Athlete, children's football coach"

The ninth, "Birsa, Nikšić from Montenegro." He was a soldier, and later he was a thug. ”

After the men had introduced themselves, Milk threw the gun to Pyatov. Pointing his finger at the row, he said, "Listen, listen." What are they? Waiter? Security guard, no work. Hatchet man? And the driver. Can you tell me what forces drove you to fight against us? It's not like you think it's us who is trained and you're the instructors, right? ”

No one answered, and Milk slowly walked in front of Bilsa, the man at the end of the row, "I was a soldier." Have you ever been in a war? ”

Bilsa looked ahead without squinting and replied, "Yes." Fought with the Albarians. ”

"Huh. Albanian. Ever injured? Have you made meritorious contributions? Is there anything to boast about? Milk then asked.

Birsa hesitated for a moment and said awkwardly, "No. No. There is nothing to boast about. I actually fired a few shots. ”

"Haha. How many shots were fired, and it is estimated that a few shots were fired in the general direction without even seeing the person clearly, right? Milk asked laughing.

Bilsa didn't answer, just stood there, and after laughing, Milk took a few steps back, turned to face them, and said, "I don't think you're any battle hero or outlaw who can turn your enemies in Serbia." Otherwise, you would not have been sent to me. Then since you have come to me, you must come according to the rules here. My rule is very simple, that is, you don't have any rights here, everything is up to us. Don't take yourself personally, I can tell you. We are not prepared to treat you as human beings, you are a bunch of slaves here, and until you have completed your training, you are a bunch of waste who are not even as good as the cattle that plough the fields and pull carts. I will not encourage you, let alone reason. I'm just going to torture you, and if you can't stand it, get out of here, but I don't know what the people who sent you will do with you. Anyway, I don't want waste, and I can't let waste get by. So if you don't want to be tortured too hard and make yourself feel a little better, then use all your strength to concentrate on completing all the things we have been told. Of course, you can not take what I say seriously, but I promise that it will not be me who will regret it in the end. Do you understand everything for me? Milk shouted.

"Got it." The sound of the response is sparse, fast and slow. The neatest were the nine people who had been cleaned up standing in front.

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p; Milk shook his head helplessly, "A bunch of rubbish." Originally, I was going to let you each report your name, hometown, and career, and settle down today. But you don't seem to think that way. Well, folks. Warm up around the clearing. Ten kilometers! Fast! ”

The nine people in the first row who had suffered quickly reacted and ran after the leader of the platoon one by one. Some of the others were quick to react, such as the former policeman named Sandrachy, who quickly moved, and a few of his people followed suit.

Sasha and Pyatov immediately moved on the people who were still hesitating or even figuring out what was happening, and the two of them were kicking and slapping the slow-moving ones while shouting as if they were driving away a group of slaves. However, the Serbs had lost the spirit they had when they first arrived, and they were soon driven away.

Ten kilometers, at first it sounds like it's not that far. But anyone who has run knows that 10 kilometers can make you worse than dead. And Milk didn't know how many laps or how long it would take to get to 10 kilometers, but to put it bluntly, he was going to stop when he felt he could stop.

"Sasha, would you like to have a drink?" Milk asked, looking at Sasha.

Sasha smiled and said, "Okay." But what about this garbage? Aren't you afraid that they will be lazy? ”

Milk shook his head and said, "That's why I only called you." The two of us went first, leaving Gypsies and Pyatov here to watch. It's good that we'll rotate after we've rested. ”

Sasha nodded and looked at me, "What do you think?" ”

I waved my hand for them to take care of themselves, and when they turned to leave, I said, "Don't oversleep with too much of a drink." ”

The two bastards were gone for two hours, and the Serb formation was long gone, and they were left behind, vomiting and vomiting, and their legs seemed to be filled with lead, and their steps became more and more heavy. After another ten minutes, someone began to fall. Pyatov immediately went over and pulled up the man who had fallen to the ground, drove him on. These people are running slower and slower, and they all seem to be starting to stagger, ready to lie on the ground at any moment.

Two and a half hours later, the two bastards came back in a shaky and drunken manner. Milk walked up to me and handed me a cigarette, "Huh." It's not as good as a herd of livestock. ”

Sasha smiled and handed a bottle to Pyatov and said, "It's better than I thought." At least it's still running, and it's all over the place where it's not lying down. ”

I took a puff of my cigarette and said, "When are you going to let them stop?" ”

"Wait a little longer. You see, it's still early. Milk shouted as he walked towards the running Serbs, "Run! Are you guys relaxing for a jog? It's really ****** not even as good as livestock. Hurry up and run, damn it. ”

The gang staggered and even crawled for another hour, an hour that was nothing to us, but it would be quite a long time for the guys. Some of them couldn't hold on to the ground, and at first they were able to get up and continue amid Milk's scolding and kicking, but in the end, even if Milk pulled it with his hands, it was difficult to pull the person who fell to the ground up.

Finally, after three and a half hours. Milk stopped the first torture. When they heard the stop, the group did not stand, they all lay on it and gasped, no one spoke, only the sound of panting.

"Get their clothes ready. Let them go to the shower in a moment. Then let them change their clothes, have the cook prepare dinner, take them to eat and then give them a lesson. Milk said.

We began to divide up, and I glanced at the people lying on the ground, and the suffering of these people had just begun. Maybe when they leave here and come back, they'll feel like life here is actually pretty good.