"Bao inquired, I'm dying of hunger, is there any left of the canned food from last time?" In the barracks of the 1st Platoon of Company B, Private Muck was lying on the bed and said to Jeff, who was massaging him.

"It's long gone. With you starving ghosts, what to eat can be kept for more than three days. Jeff said angrily.

"He's lying, Juzhu [Mook's nickname], and I saw him secretly eat cookies from canned sardines in the middle of the night." A voice ruthlessly debunks Jeff's lies.

"Shut up, Lenny!" It's been almost a year since they got along, and Jeff doesn't have to look up to know who's talking. But it was too late for him to deny it, and everyone began to clamor and denounce his behavior of "eating alone".

"Stingy!"

"Don't want us to help you carry rockets again when you march at night."

"I invited you to a beer at the welfare club last week."

"It's gone. It's been a long time since Grant came, and it's not like you don't know. I'm just going to have half of my leftover K rations (all canned food, including stews, biscuits, candy, and juice powder), do you like it? Jeff blushed a little from being booed by everyone, and hurriedly defended.

Truth be told, Jeff is not a stingy person. Before. The delicious food that fellow Grant brought him, he also took out and shared with the brothers in the platoon. It's just that recently, he just put a girl near the camp. He was reluctant to eat the rest of the good goods, and he was going to give them to his sweetheart when he went out on the weekend, where would he take them out.

"Cut, you better keep that dog food for yourself." Everyone clamored for a long time, and when they saw that Jeff still refused to give in, they just forgot it.

A group of 19 and 20-year-old young men broke away from the shackles of family and regional culture, and threw themselves into the world of men from all directions. Everyone trains together every day, shouts trumpets together, gets punished together, and goes to the tavern to find pickle girls together, and they have long been close to each other like a family. Even if there are occasional quarrels, and even each other fights make their noses blue and their faces swollen, they will soon be reconciled.

Everyone was "critiquing" Jeff there just now, and it was more just a matter of coaxing and having fun. In the end, it was the sergeant elder Barry who went to the room and got some jam, butter, and bread to fill everyone's stomachs.

A group of people were sitting around enjoying a supper, and when they looked up, they were all stunned to find John walking in accompanied by Captain Glio.

"Stand up, stand up!" Sergeant Elder Barry jumped to his feet and stammered out the command, the crumbs in his mouth spraying directly into Ranny's face.

After a meal of chickens and dogs, everyone reluctantly formed up and saluted John.

Jeff stood in the second row, looking apprehensively at John and Captain Glio with a straight face behind him, and said to himself that this was the end. Although stealing food in the middle of the night is not a big mistake, being caught red-handed by the deputy division commander is enough for them.

Even if General Vanderbilt didn't pursue him in person, and when he was gone, the "German devils" (Commander Glio) would definitely torture them well. It is estimated that this time it was not necessary to dig a six-foot square pit (asking the erring soldier to dig the pit and backfill it was a common form of corporal punishment at that time).

John returned the salute with a blank face, and then looked at them quietly, without saying a word.

"Sir, sir......" Old Barry swallowed and spat, trying to explain something, but he didn't know what to say.

Even though John always looks kind and pleasant on weekdays, he is very approachable, but in the end, he is the number two person in the division. In the eyes of their gang of big-headed soldiers, John is a super boss who can decide their life and death with a single sentence. Old Barry already felt a chill run down his back, and he didn't know how the day would end.

Unexpectedly, John reached out and picked up a slice of bread, and asked as he put it in his mouth, "What are you talking about?" ”

"Sir, we were talking about the evening physical training." Everyone, including Captain Glio, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very well, Sergeant Major, how many times have you practiced military gymnastics tonight?" John asked, struggling to swallow the hard bread in his mouth.

"Three times, sir!" Old Barry replied.

"Good work!" John nodded, and threw the remaining half of the bread in his hand to Miller beside him, "In the future, let the gang add a hot meal to the company that has physical training at night, at least prepare some hot soup or something, it's not enough to just gnaw on the leftover bread, remember to ask Steve to come to me when I go back." ”

"Okay, okay, General!" Miller took the bread and scratched his head a little. Giving the company extra dinner in the evening is just a trivial matter, and since the general has spoken, the logistics department will naturally arrange it. But what does the general mean by throwing bread to himself? Let me eat it? Or take it back and show it to Lieutenant Colonel Steven, a logistics staff officer?

"Long live the General!" When Miller was holding the bread and tangling there, the soldiers in the first row could not help but cheer.

John smiled and looked at the excited and somewhat carried away young people, in fact, he didn't want to pursue it in the first place.

Grasping military discipline is what the company platoon commander should do, and as the deputy division commander, John naturally has his angle and height when considering the problem.

In his opinion, a young man of this age eats a lot and consumes quickly. After three hours of night training, I had already digested the little bit of food I had eaten for dinner. Since the intensity of training has increased, the logistics support should naturally keep up. You can't let the soldiers go to bed hungry all the time.

Besides, it is not difficult to add a meal in the evening, and it can also mobilize the enthusiasm of soldiers for night training, so why not do it.

"Don't be too happy!" When the recruits were almost done, John began to pour cold water on them again. The fact that he does not intend to pursue the case does not mean that he can ignore the disciplinary violations just now, but this is a matter of principle.

"It's not a good thing to steal from a house. Captain Glio, how do you say you should be punished? John turned to Glio.

When the recruits were cheering there just now, in order to make them stop, Glio's eyes were about to pop out! Now that he has the opportunity, of course he has to clean up this gang of bastards who don't give him a long face, "All the outings this weekend will be canceled, and two B-level physical training sessions will be added!" ”

This punishment is not light, but not severe. Most of the recruits just complained in their hearts, and then accepted it honestly. Only Jeff, who was looking forward to seeing his sweetheart over the weekend, was a little unwilling, and he came up with an idea with a roll of his eyes.

Since his fellow countryman Grant became the orderly of the deputy division commander in front of him, Jeff has heard a lot about the deputy division commander's family one after another. In Grant's mouth, General Vanderbilt was a very kind and well-talker.

So, Jeff emboldened, and said, "Excuse me, General!" ”

"Permission to begin, private." John replied.

"General, doesn't it mean that recruits only need to pass the A level in the physical fitness assessment (there are four levels of ABCD, and A level is the lowest level)? We've all already exceeded the A-level standard, so why do we need to work hard? Jeff asked, puzzled.

"Why do you think so?" John asked rhetorically.

"They said it was to become an airborne soldier. What are the Airborne Forces, generals? I heard that the Airborne Forces can get an extra $50 per month in allowance, is it true? ”

"You're right. Not only does it receive an additional $50 per month, but the Airborne Forces also have better equipment, higher food standards, and their own badges. John paused, "but only if only the Army's most elite soldiers get it." Do you think a physical A level is enough? ”

Jeff smirked, embarrassed to speak.

Recently, John has been working hard to cultivate the elite temperament of the officers and men of the 82nd Division, so that they gradually identify themselves as members of the elite team of the Army, and consciously demand this from themselves.

John didn't want his men to be paratroopers for the thrill and perks of paratrooper life. No matter how well trained such a unit is, it will not be able to become a truly elite division, because it lacks the necessary mental qualities.

However, this temperament is not so easy to cultivate. Among the tens of thousands of recruits of the 82nd Division, there are still quite a few people who only plan to live in the army, and do not have the subjective initiative to "want to be stronger than others".

For example, the recruit in front of him is obviously lacking this. John felt the need to do more ideological work for them. After all, no matter how forced the above is, it is not as effective as the soldiers themselves taking the initiative to ask for training.