Roger, who was standing tall and tucking his abdomen, straddled in front of the reinforcements with his back hands, shouting loudly at the top of his voice to assemble. The reinforcements who had collapsed on the ground and relented heard Roger's shout, and immediately jumped up from the ground as if reflexively, stood in line very well, and raised their small chests high. When they were training in Ramgarh, the instructors were Americans, and if they didn't pay attention, they would be reprimanded and scolded by the instructors. The harsh and disciplined methods of the US military instructors have been deeply engraved into their memories.

After circling around the recruits twice, Roger shook his head dissatisfied, stretched out his little thumb and gestured to the recruits, "You stupid guys, you can't even run away from Xiucai, what else can you do?" It's better to take off your military uniform early and go home, there is no need for waste here" Roger's words stung the recruits deeply, and various voices sounded in the queue, anyway, they were all scolding Roger in various dialects.

Roger didn't refute, but looked at the reinforcements in front of him with dissatisfaction, yes, the reinforcements were all selected from the rear students, and they all had a high degree of education. However, they will face the murderous Japanese army, and a high degree does not mean that they have superb combat skills. In contrast, Roger, who is a soldier, prefers doglegs, because the seemingly lazy doglegs are real soldiers, soldiers who have experienced the test of life and death. Only real soldiers can be respected by Roger, and these supplementary soldiers in front of him can only be regarded as a group of students in military uniforms at best, not even as good as the militia.

"Oh my God, look at these guys, can they kill Japanese monkeys too? It's terrible, they're here to die," Roger whispered to himself, his voice low enough for the reinforcements to hear. The diminutive soldier standing in the front row had a flushed face, he was the closest to Roger, and the one who heard it most clearly.

"Do you want to prove yourself a fighter? Tell me," Roger grabbed the soldier's uniform and slammed him to the ground, shouting hysterically at the reinforcement. Roger, who was already full of beard and rough face, roared with wide eyes, and his face became even more hideous. The supplementary soldier closed his eyes in fright, his lips trembled for a long time, and then he muttered a few words: "My family was killed by the Japanese, I want revenge, and I will not go back if I die."

Roger paused for a moment and continued to ask loudly, "Are you a?" Be louder, I can't hear it" The supplementary soldier who was repeating that sentence over and over again suddenly broke free of Roger's hand, got up from the ground, looked at Roger stubbornly, his eyes were full of tears, and he used all his strength to shout loudly, "I want revenge, I won't go back if I die, I won't go back"

The reinforcements took a step forward in unison, and shouted loudly at the same time as Roger, "We don't go back, we don't go back" Several veterans around looked at Roger, who was a little embarrassed, and they all laughed. Roger still shouted calmly, "Since you want to prove that you are men, then okay" Roger dragged a large wooden box from the canteen and pointed sideways to a hill outside the camp, "Everyone take these tools, run to the mountain, and each of them will cut a tree and come back." Go now, right away, come back late, no dinner"

Looking at the reinforcements who flocked out of the camp, the old artillery they really couldn't bear it, from the camp to the hill, there were nearly 3 kilometers back and forth, and they had to cut down trees to come back, even the dogs were very difficult. "I say, Turnip, you can't treat them like animals, they're all guys who haven't grown up," the old cannon laughed at Roger.

Roger, with his hands in his trouser pockets, glanced at the idle guys, and his mouth was a reprimand, "Have you wiped your guns?" I'll check after a while, whose guns haven't been wiped, and there is no dinner" The old cannon and the rotten people sat in the dining shed and wiped their guns, as if they didn't dare to have a trace of slackness. Roger is already the firearms officer of the advance battalion, and he is responsible for everyone's weapons guidance and maintenance supervision, even Zhao Zhi has to listen to him, not to mention that Roger is still Zhao Zhi's brother-in-law.

"Dog's day, Lao Tzu will kill him sooner or later" Lao Cannon wiped the gun and secretly glanced at Roger. When Roger first entered the camp, his attitude was very arrogant, and even Zhao Zhi didn't pay attention to it, and the unconvinced old cannon had a few tricks with Roger. The wild old cannon was put down by Roger in a few clicks, and the first good man in the so-called dog legs was actually put up by Roger, which was a shame for the old cannon. So every day after dinner, the fight between Lao Cannon and Roger has become a small program for rotten people to relieve boredom after dinner. However, every time it ended with the defeat of the old cannon, and the rough-skinned old cannon was also happy to lose repeatedly, and finally annoyed Roger, and beat the old cannon hard to calm down this epic battle.

Lao Cannon doesn't dare to confront Roger head-on now, and if he doesn't dare to, he can still secretly scold a few words. The ghostly long hair came to the side of the old cannon, and quietly took out a paper bag and stuffed it for the old cannon, "This is a laxative from Lang Zhong, give that dog's radish a little to eat, let him pull it for a few days, what's the matter?" "Fuck off, Lao Tzu never does that, Lao Tzu is a man. Guys, you know what? The old man has to come openly, and secretly make a bad move, is it still a man? The old cannon looked at Changmao with disdain, raised the butt of the gun in his hand and made a gesture to fight, but the frightened Changmao shrank his neck and ran away.

Roger didn't know that someone was secretly plotting against him. At this time, he was standing in the jeep, watching the reinforcements running wildly with his binoculars. 240 panting fellows were running down the dirt road outside the camp towards the hill. Although it is not known what the tactical level of these reinforcements is, their spirit, Roger is satisfied. Tactics can be taught to them, physical fitness can be improved through exercise, and in general, Roger has not completely planned to give up on these reinforcements.

"Roger, what are you doing?" As soon as he entered the camp in the jeep, Edward saw Roger hovering over the jeep like a big bird, so he leaned over and asked curiously. This guy, who was once known as the most severe and demanding among the instructors in the US military, has been completely reluctant to leave since he followed Zhao Zhi to the camp a few times, and simply transferred to the advance camp, I really don't know what magic Zhao Zhi used on Roger.

"It's the reinforcements who just arrived here today, and I'm training them" Roger embarrassedly jumped out of the jeep and sorted out his military uniform, Roger has always paid attention to the image of officers. "Didn't you say that the recruits were trained in Ramgarh for more than six months? Why do your reinforcements still need to be trained? Look at them, are they just a flock of lambs?" Edward kept chattering as he watched the reinforcements running towards the hill with his binoculars.

"yes, turnip, isn't that right?" Xiucai, who had woken up, was also surprised, and it was said that the source of soldiers replenished to the front line should be trained soldiers, as Edward said. Why can't these guys see what they have trained at all, the standing line is crooked, the running is not in formation, and they are running all over the mountain.

"I think, you better wait for Zhao to come back and tell him, will there be any problems here?" Edward spoke suspiciously of his worries. Since taking the gold bars given to him by Zhao Zhi, Edward has already been thinking about the problem everywhere as Zhao Zhi's cronies, Zhao Zhi is an officer of the national army he admires, and he doesn't want anything to happen to Zhao Zhi.

The panting recruits running up the hillside knew about these things, and all ran desperately to prove that they were men in front of Roger. "Xiaofang, how are you? Can you still run? If it doesn't work, you can grab my clothes" Yan Shijun, who was sweaty, looked at Fang Tianyu, who was pale, and asked worriedly.

Fang Tianyu is the short supplementary soldier who was forced to ask by Roger just now, he is the only son in the family, and the family originally opened a medicine shop. After the Japanese came, they said that his family had sold medicine to the national army and killed his entire family, and only Fang Tianyu, who was out, escaped. As the refugees fled all the way from Hunan to Fang Tianyu in Yunnan, seeing that the expeditionary force was recruiting, Fang Tianyu, who had gone to high school, signed up for the Lambjia training camp. Fortunately, they had only been training in Lamgara for a month, if they had followed the training methods of other troops, it was estimated that Fang Tianyu would have been sent back to China long ago, and his health was really bad.

The stubborn Fang Tianyu bit his lip, shook his head, and still stumbled. Finally, two hours later, the soldiers covered in dust and leaves dragged the logs back to the camp. Roger looked at the reinforcements who were already staggering but still trying to straighten their bodies, and his heart was full of relief, he didn't want these interesting guys to give up. Although he was happy in his heart, Roger still reprimanded the reinforcements with a strong face, "It seems that you are really a group of girls, and all you cut back are small saplings, these trees that have not yet grown are really pitiful." Roger mocked, fiddling with the wood scattered around the camp with his feet. In fact, these woods are not small at all, they are thicker than the mouth of the bowl, and they are the same as the old guns they used to build houses.

"As long as you admit that you are a, I will let you go" Roger put his hands behind his back and looked around at the reinforcements opposite. Half loud, there was still silence on the other side, as if the replenishment soldiers were asleep. "Alright then, tomorrow morning, we'll go to the mountains and chop wood. Two for each person, no end, no lunch" Roger finally relented, at least in the eyes of the replenishment.

"Sir, where do we sleep at night?" A supplementary soldier timidly asked Roger, who turned to leave.

"Ah, I almost forgot that the wood you cut back was for you to build a barracks. Let's sleep in a tent tonight," Roger pointed to a corner of the camp. Some tents had already been thrown there, but they had not yet been erected, and the reinforcements had to take advantage of the early days to set up their own tents.

"Radish, aren't you a little too strict?" Xiucai took out a cigar from Roger's pocket, skillfully lit the fire, squatted next to Roger, looked at the reinforcements who were setting up tents, and asked worriedly.

"No, you won't understand, if you don't inspire them like this, once they go to the battlefield, they will all die," said Roger, who stood on his back hand, his voice full of sadness.

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