"Poof" Jiang Lai couldn't help laughing when he saw the Yankees who were so comfortable that he wanted to roll in the river, and then looked at the fat man with a blue face.

"Miscalculation!" As he spoke, the fat man picked up the megaphone on the car and shouted loudly to the training officers who were having fun in the river: "You still have twenty minutes, swim to the other side of the river......

At this point, he paused deliberately.

The officers who were swimming across the river almost cheered collectively, it was only more than 20 meters above the river, even if they had gone through four kilometers of armed cross-country and had a lot of physical exertion, but they could fight back and forth in two or three minutes.

“…… Return to the training team. The next thing the fat man added, it almost broke them down.

Twenty minutes to swim to the other side of the river, and have to carry thirty or forty pounds of equipment on their backs, run four kilometers back to the garrison of the 7th Infantry Division, this is an almost impossible task, and now everyone's physical strength is almost exhausted.

The sound of ......shooting from the M2 drove away the complaints that had just been born in the hearts of the team members, and a shuttle of bullets ingested into the river, **** a splash of more than one meter high.

"Gentlemen, if you still want to eat on time, try to twist your little buttocks, and in twenty minutes, you will be waiting in front of the gate of the fat man's training team, and one person who is late will be fined a hundred push-ups!"

"Gentlemen, your hellish life will definitely get worse!" The fat man shouted at the top of his voice, it was really something that made him very excited to be able to dominate the lives of this group of Yankees.

The officers who were crossing the river were so angry that they heard these provocative and smug words, and they had no choice but to try to swim to the other side of the river in order not to be punished for push-ups.

He smiled with satisfaction, Jiang Lai shook his head helplessly at his "viciousness", and stopped Willis Jeep by the river, watched the swimming team swim to the other side of the river with this equipment, and then swam back from the other side of the river, climbed ashore wet, and ran back exhausted in the direction from which he came.

The fat man let Jiang Lai drive the car. Following the team, Kudeller in the truck followed, and the doctor in the passenger seat of the truck turned his head to look at the exhausted team, always paying attention to the abnormalities of each team member.

Confessed, Kudeller drove a truck with doctors and nurses. He asked Jiang Lai to drive the jeep back to the station of the 7th Infantry Division first.

It's afternoon, and the sun is too hot for the Willis jeep to be in the sun.

The cargo returned to the training team first, hiding in the shade of a tree, and a small cool breeze blew. Drinking Coca-Cola, half-lying in a wheelchair and napping, this is called enjoyment.

Lateness was inevitable, and his time was too tight.

When the team members all struggled to come back, and fell into an endless 4,200 push-ups, it didn't matter if they couldn't finish it, it wasn't a punishment when they were done, they wanted a punishment that they couldn't finish.

Kudeller, who was counting, was a little unbearable, and several times wanted to discuss with the fat man next to him whether he could let the brothers of the seventh division do one or two less. It's a pity that seeing the enjoyment of the fat man drinking Coca-Cola in the shade of the tree, he didn't dare to go over to disturb him, for fear that even he would be unlucky.

Naturally, the dinner of these training officers could not be punctual, and by the time they had finished making more than 4,000 non-lying troughs, it was already dark, and the fat man and Jiang Lai had already found and eaten enough, and watched them be abused by the light in the camp.

Night. Soldiers on patrol outside the camp will hear the wailing sound inside when they pass by the team members' quarters, and their palms will be worn out when they do push-ups. There are many people who are blisters on their feet when they march in full gear and have broken bones during high-intensity training during the day.

As a result, the training team has a new nickname, called the "Ghost Crying Wolf Howl" team.

The next day, Sweet went out in person. He led the grassroots officers he personally selected from the 1st Marine Division to the training camp of the 7th Infantry Division.

Among these officers are non-commissioned officers and lieutenants, all of whom are the top of each company, and just like Stilwell picked people at the beginning, they all want to spread the training effect to their own troops through the training of these grassroots officers by fat people.

The fat man also knows this very well, and he is not ready to be sloppy in physical training, but also ready to intensify it.

What he is going to hide is some skill training, because this army will compete with the volunteer army in the future.

"Mr. Liu, please, I will thank Mr. Sweet and the 1st Marine Division if there is a chance in the future." Sweet handed the man into his hands and said sincerely.

He was waiting for Sweet's words, even if this sentence would be discounted, but his personal influence could be regarded as entering the US Marine Corps, and one day, he would recoup his investment.

There are more than twelve people, just like the original training, a sheep is a drive, and a group of sheep is also a drive, and the fat man has not changed his original intention of tossing this group of beautiful officials.

As for the confrontation between the Army and the Marine Corps a month later, neither Stilwell nor Sweet told the fat man, and they didn't know what they were calculating.

The Seventh Infantry Division has been training for more than two days, and it has already tasted enough hardships, and it has long been a little psychologically resistant.

Seeing the stupid hats of the 1st Marine Division suffering with them, the officers of the 7th Infantry Division were in a good mood.

Originally, the two divisions were not very good at dealing with each other, and of course the officers of the 7th Infantry Division wished that the officers of the 1st Marine Division would be unlucky.

The newcomer of the 1st Marine Division did not know that he had encountered an unusually brutal instructor, and it was regarded as ordinary training, and on the first day of training, he was fined 8,400 push-ups for all his staff.

The dinner of the 1st Marine Division was supper, there was no way, 8,400 push-ups, this was the most intensive training, that is, it took almost two hours to count, let alone do push-ups.

The 1st Marine Division was punished, and the officers of the 7th Infantry Division were as happy as Christmas.

The officers of the 1st Marine Division were so tired that they were not in human shape, and many of them did not even eat for supper or take a bath, but lay on the bed and hummed, and 8,400 push-ups were done in successive stages, and there were not a few people who survived the muscle strain.

Unfortunately, their unfortunate career has only just begun.

Just when they thought they could rest and recuperate, the whistle blew again.

"Beep ......"

"Within thirty seconds, the fat man wants to see you pigs lining up neatly outside the dormitory, the old rule, one hundred push-ups for one person who is late!" The fat man's tired voice sounded.

At this moment, it is still three o'clock in the morning, when ordinary people sleep most soundly.

The Seventh Infantry Division had a lesson, experienced night raids, slept in clothes, and when they heard the whistle, they lifted the quilt and got up to put on their shoes, and then rushed out one after another.

The poor officers of the 1st Marine Division, all of the 7th Infantry Division, lined up outside according to the scheduled time, and they staggered to the training ground outside the barracks.

"One...... Two...... Three...... Thirty-five ...... Thirty-six ...... Forty-one ...... Forty-two! Jiang Lai held a flashlight in her hand and shone on the late officers of the 1st Landing Division, she just counted...... (To be continued.) )