Early in the morning, at 6:25, Wen Si woke up from his dream on time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Wen Si always wakes up at this time, and it is neither early nor late, always five minutes before the instructor blows the whistle. This is his special ability.

However, he was still lying in bed, with no intention of getting up.

Waking up early is an extremely stupid thing to do, and it goes against the normal physiological needs of a person. The mercenaries, who were exhausted by rigorous training every day, all expected to rest in bed for a little longer, even for a second, and Wen Si was certainly no exception.

And there's a punishment for waking up early -- usually a six-mile run, or a three-hundred-push-up -- because the boss used to say that the guy who can get out of bed before the whistle blows is either not trained enough or has a lot of energy, but either way, they should be more physically trained.

Wen Si didn't feel that he had been trained enough, nor did he think that he was very energetic, so he didn't want to break the rules.

Although awake, he lay quietly, motionless, listening to the snoring in the barracks and waiting for the instructor to blow the whistle.

Only five minutes.

Five minutes was a short one, and it passed quickly. When the second hand of the clock on the wall was in a straight line with the minute hand, the door to the barracks was kicked open, and the sharp whistle reached everyone's ears.

Then there was the loud yelling of the instructor. "Get up!"

There was the sound of the door being kicked open, there was the sound of a whistle, and finally there was a loud roar of someone, and the mercenaries who were still asleep were all awakened. Everyone immediately jumped out of bed, hurriedly put on pants and shoes, and rushed out of the barracks after Wen Si, who was always one step ahead of them, and ran to the instructor.

"Line up!"

In fact, even without his shouting, the mercenaries were lining up in high and low order - but Harry•Thomas just liked to yell at them. It's hard for a black man to get the opportunity to yell at whites, and even though only half of the mercenaries in his squad are white, Thomas still has to use his power to the fullest.

And Qin Lang and some retired marines who had a good relationship with him also told him that as an instructor, he must behave extremely fiercely in front of recruits.

Be as fierce as a tyrant or a man-eating beast.

Make every recruit's heart full of fear, and then they will obey.

So, Thomas's eyes widened, and with the fiercest gaze he could show, he glared at every recruit who rushed out of the barracks and ran in front of him, watched them line up, and shouted: "Listen to my orders, turn right!" Advance! ”

The mercenaries stepped on their right feet together and started running.

Once the whole group was running, Harry•Thomas started shouting again, "Everybody listen to me, sing along with me, Mama-and-papa-were-laying-bed......"

So the mercenaries sang along with him: "Mama-and-papa-were-laying-bed......"

Wen Si was singing too, and his voice was as loud as everyone else's, but he didn't really want to sing the song at all—not because it was an English song, but because of its lyrics. Ever since figuring out the meaning of the lyrics, he would always turn red every time he sang the song.

Wen Si didn't understand why the boss wanted everyone to sing this song when they ran in the early morning. No matter how you look at it, the erotic flavor in this song is too strong. Of course, there were people who liked it very much, such as Zhang Biao, who always sang so loudly that only his voice could be heard in the whole group......

But Wen Si didn't like it. I don't like to sing it, and I don't like to listen to it. If it weren't for the fact that the training camp clearly stipulates that all recruits who refuse to sing or do not sing loudly will be punished, he would definitely keep his mouth firmly closed and his ears plugged at the same time.

And it's not just him, and it's not just the Chinese who do it. Among the mercenaries, there were almost as many people who liked the song as there were people who didn't like it, but they had to sing it out loud.

Now, it's a part of life.

Wake up at 6:30, run for thirty minutes and sing loudly, then wash up and eat breakfast for fifteen minutes, followed by endless training - once monotonous physical training, now combat skills training - until everyone is exhausted, and then everyone goes to bed.

Of course, if the boss, military adviser, or one of the instructors is in a good mood enough, or if they are in a bad mood, there will be one or two emergency gatherings in the evening.

This is the life of a mercenary; There is a regular life, but almost no one likes it.

Even people like Wen Si, who have become accustomed to going against the grain, are full of complaints about the life that the company has arranged for them, let alone those white people.

"I've had enough," Bunji heard the white man next to him mumble in a low voice, "hellish life, disgusting songs, and damn nigga instructors, I've had enough......"

"I've had enough, William." His friend said to him, "I've had enough of your nagging, and if you can't stand it, why don't you quit?" ”

The mercenary called "William" did not speak and did not continue to complain. Wen Si knew his predicament, and at the same time it was the predicament of everyone in the camp: no one could resign.

Although the company does not prohibit mercenaries from resigning, every mercenary who intends to resign must pay a fee of about $400, including clothing, equipment, room and board, an advance of three months' salary, and liquidated damages, but the problem is that no one can afford to pay this cost.

So no one can resign.

The mercenary named "William" was silent for a moment, and then began to sing - but, as if to vent his frustration, he increased his voice, and Zhang Biao's voice was suddenly muffled.

Moments later, Zhang Biao's voice reigned back in the ranks. He doubled his volume.

"Oh my God, this is just crazy." Wen Si muttered in his heart. He didn't understand what was going on in Zhang Biao's head, maybe he wanted to behave better in order to be appreciated by his boss and thus get a better position...... But who knows?

There were very few people like Zhang Biao in the training camp, so everyone thought they were monsters - of course, Wen Si regarded him as a friend, so he just thought that Zhang Biao had lost his mind.

"Poor Brother Biao." He thought regretfully, "A good person is so crazy......"

"Stop!"

With Thomas's shout, the team quickly stopped, and the singing disappeared without a trace. The running and singing time was over, and the mercenaries waited with anticrative anticipation for the instructor to announce the dismissal, and then immediately went to the cafeteria for breakfast - there was no hot coffee when it was late.

As for washing, steps that are not particularly necessary can of course be omitted.

But Thomas did not immediately announce the disbandment, as usual. "Gentlemen," he began, "I have good news and bad news for you, which one do you want to hear first?" ”

The mercenaries were silent for a few seconds, then screamed.

"Okay."

"Bad."

"Shit, of course listen to the good news first."

"You're the shit. Hell, we should hear the bad news first. ”

"Hey, let's stop arguing, let's let Captain Thomas decide for himself."

……

"Quiet! Shut your mouth all for me! Thomas glared at his recruits, feeling that he had just made a mistake - that he shouldn't have given these guys a choice. He decided to give them the choice himself.

"I'll start with the good news," he cleared his throat, "gentlemen, your foreign language classes and CQB training have all been canceled today. ”

"Thank God! Thank you to the Virgin Mary! Thank you Jesus Christ! "Someone was cheering.

The foreign language course is definitely the most hated of all the training programs, surpassing wilderness survival, map recognition, first aid, and the thirty-mile armed swim - by contrast, the most popular training programs are shooting, explosives, assassination, and melee combat - and learning two foreign languages is torture for the overwhelmingly illiterate mercenaries.

Moreover, Harrington and O'Connor also thought that this training was unnecessary, but Qin Lang required that every mercenary in the company should master at least two foreign languages, and his attitude was extremely resolute.

He is the boss, and his request is an order, so the mercenaries can only endure torture.

Of course, a lot of people are playing tricks. Because the official language of the United States is English, all languages except English are foreign languages, and this includes the native language of many mercenaries, so these people choose their native language as one of the two foreign languages they must learn.

For example, Wen Si and Zhang Biao chose Chinese among the two foreign languages they chose.

As a result, most people are left with only one foreign language to learn – they already speak English. Only native-born Americans and immigrants from the UK must learn two foreign languages at the same time.

So they are also the mercenaries who are most averse to learning foreign languages. When they heard Thomas announce the cancellation of today's foreign language class, these people immediately cheered.

But the next second, the cheers stopped abruptly.

Because Thomas then announced, "And the bad news I'm going to tell you is that this morning, you're going to take a foreign language test, and in the afternoon, you're going to have a desert survival training. ”

Actually, these were two pieces of bad news, but no one pointed them out to him.

Everyone was so depressed that they couldn't speak.

Except for Thomas. "Gentlemen, disband."

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