"Thank you." Ludwig didn't get angry, but smiled and said, "We have another nickname, awesome!" ”

"Maniac!" Armand shook his head, "You're a bunch of crazy people! ”

Ludwig ignored the insults from Armand's mouth and said to the soldiers in the procession: "Soldiers, he will be your instructor from now on, he will teach you the art of killing, and he will ...... later"

"Nope." Armand interrupted Ludwig, "I'm not going to teach them, they're just a bunch of kids!" We soldiers are the ones who kill people! ”

Yes, this secret army is made up entirely of children, both men and women, the oldest being 14 years old and the younger being 12 years old.

"Are you disobeying the general's orders?" Ludwig put away his smile and said coldly.

"No, I don't believe that's what the general meant." Armand closed his eyes and shook his head in pain, unwilling to admit from the bottom of his heart that his spiritual leader would do such a thing.

"Armand! That's what the general means! Ludwig grabbed Armand by the shoulder, his eyes glaring fiercely, as if he wanted to eat people, "Listen, Armand, listen!" These kids are orphans, you know?! All orphans! Both of their parents died in the last Great War, some at the hands of the damned British, some at the hands of our own people. ”

Armand froze, he was silent.

"If the general doesn't order me to collect such orphans, do you know how many people here will die?" "Some of them will die at the hands of older children, at the hands of psychologically twisted adults, at the hands of damned wild dogs!" ”

He was a beast after all, and although he tried his best to be gentle in front of the children, if he touched the wound in his heart, he would still be furious, as if he wanted to tear everything in front of him.

"The general gives them a chance to live, then the general is qualified to decide how they should live!"

Armand covered his face with his hands in pain, knowing that Ludwig was right, that if the children weren't standing here, they would lie in the wild and become dinner for the dogs.

He cried, whining and whispering. Armand had faced death several times, and had seen patches of his comrades fall, but this was the first time he had cried.

"Someone has to do some of these things, and some evil has to be eaten." Ludwig patted Armand on the shoulder, "If you really don't want to, I'll ask General Lyon to transfer you back to the army, and maybe you can go to your favorite armored unit." ”

"Nope." Armand raised his head with red eyes, "If someone has to do these things, then let me do it." ”

"Are you sure?" Ludwig was a little surprised, "You have to understand that if you become an instructor in this unit, you will never go back." ”

"General Lyon is willing to bear this evil, why can't I?"

"No, General Lyon has no idea about this. I did it, can you understand? Ludwig said with a little meaning.

Armand figured it out at once, he rubbed his face, showed a smile, and said, "Yes, how could General Lyon know about this?" The heroes of Germany could not have done such a thing! ”

"Hahaha." Ludwig laughed a few times, patted Armand on the shoulder, and said, "All right, comrade devil, go and say hello to your soldiers." ”

Armand nodded, walked towards the children, no, the soldiers, and greeted them with a smile.

"One more." Ludwig looked at Armand's back and said to himself, "But this is good, only if there are more people like me, the general can be safer, and when the general is safe, Germany will not lose again!" ”

"Hello, let me introduce myself, my name is Armand Wagner, and I will be your commander and instructor from now on." Armand greeted the special group of soldiers, but no one returned the salute.

It wasn't that the kids were deliberately making things difficult for Armand, but that they had been living in dangerous situations for a long time, which made them all extremely cautious, which could be seen from their cold and vigilant eyes at the moment.

Armand didn't care about their coldness, but glanced at everyone. Suddenly, he noticed that there was a child in the second row who had a different look in his eyes than the others, his eyes were not as careful as the others', but full of peace.

"Soldier, get out of the ranks!" Armand pointed to the man, "What's your name?" ”

"Manfred Andrés."

"You have the same surname as the general? That's a coincidence. Armand nodded.

"No, sir." Manfred shook his head, "I didn't have a name. I chose Manfred for myself, and Andrés took the general's surname because the general gave me a new life. ”

"Oh? Do you value the general more than your own life? ”

"Yes, sir!"

Armand glanced at Manfred, turned to everyone and asked, "What about you?" Do you see generals as everything? ”

"Yes, sir!" Everyone shouted back.

Although these voices are a little immature, they are surprisingly powerful at the moment.

Armand was silent, suddenly a little confused about what the purpose of this force was set up.

Absolute loyalty, combat skills trained from childhood, and a frenzied cult of personality are all gathered at the same time in a unit whose combat effectiveness is unimaginable.

"Instructor! What do we do now? A girl asked Armand.

Armand was pondering when he was startled at the girl's words, and then shook his head, thinking to himself that whatever its goal was, since General Lyon had given it to me, I had to take it with me.

"No matter who teaches military training, it must start with physical fitness first." Armand quickly got into the groove, "Everybody listen to me. Turn right, run to the training ground in front of you, run ten laps around the training ground, run and go! ”

Most of the children immediately turned to the right, but they were just a group of kids, so it was inevitable that a few would turn in the wrong direction. After seeing that they had turned in the wrong direction, they all quickly turned back.

Armand saw the few who were turning in the wrong direction at a glance, and he shouted to stop the troops who were running out, pointed at the people who were turning in the wrong direction, and scolded: "How many of you can even turn in the wrong direction? Damn you can't understand me? The others run five laps, and the three of you run ten laps. ”

The three of them were dejected when they heard this, this training ground is not very big, but it is about 500 meters around a circle, and ten laps are 50,000 meters. But they are just depressed, all of them were orphans before, and they have faced all kinds of dangers and difficulties, so their physical strength is very good, although 50,000 meters is a lot, but they can run down by gritting their teeth.

"Also, what Manfred, you run 10 laps with them." Armand waved his hand, signaling that they could run.

Manfred didn't say anything when he heard this, but just followed the three of them honestly.

Armand took a small notebook and observed everyone on the side, this physical training was just a small meaning, but there were many things to be seen, and he remembered all the problems he saw in detail so that he could solve them later.

Soon, most of them ran 25,000 meters, dragging their limp legs, barely in front of Armand. Armand didn't look at them, but continued to wait for the four people who had not yet completed the 50,000 meters, until the four of them completed their goal, and returned to the team out of breath tired before he spoke: "Team yours, physical fitness, I just want to say, it's really a mess!" Can you run 25,000 meters and be tired like this? From today onwards, everyone, the first thing you do when you wake up every morning is to run me 10 laps around the training ground! You are not allowed to eat breakfast until you finish your run! And you three idiots who can even turn in the wrong direction, this time I'll only punish you for half the extra run, and if there is a next time, I'll let you run until you faint on the runway! All disbanded! ”

Everyone left in silence when they heard this, no one said a word, and everyone was like an efficient machine.

Time goes back, and the amount of training becomes more and more terrifying with time. But no one complained, because there was one man who always trained half as much as they did, and that poor man was called Manfred Andrés.