"Ten rings! Total score, 95 rings! ”

There was thunderous applause from behind, and Pippens gently pushed the safety and put the rifle back in place.

Standing in the back today to watch Elta's first batch of recruits train were not the usual instructors. The high-level officials of the new district and the officials on Doniva's side all stood in the back and watched. So Pippons is still more nervous than ever, otherwise he is still very sure that he can play better.

When the group of VIPs in the back began to applaud his marksmanship, it almost didn't make him happy. The instructor who taught them to shoot was always stinky and did not agree with the students, although they were excellent marksmanship. If you do it well, you don't have a good face, you do some steps wrong, you don't do a good job of some safety rules, you will be scolded at the least, and you will have to hang a few bricks with an iron pimple gun that is heavier than the real thing, and stand straight for a long time.

Of course, strict treatment is not unreasonable. Fortunately, there has never been a case of using your eyes to see the gun's hole and collapse yourself or the gold finger mistakenly triggering a teammate or the sole of your foot, otherwise with the power of the M43 bullet, tsk. However, the recruits are not worry-free, and the average gold finger correction is more than three times, so it is no wonder that the instructor has a stinky face from beginning to end.

In addition to shooting, throwing grenades did not make the instructors worry. Maybe everyone may not be as accurate and as good as a few people when throwing grenades, but the instructor has rigorously trained many times to hold people and drill explosion-proof trenches. Fortunately, the instructors who teach shooting do not teach grenades at the same time, otherwise their stinky faces will become even more stinky.

People always make mistakes - but they're throwing good and playing well. What's more, when they were shooting, there were instructors next to them who shot five or six into the sky, which greatly interfered with their shooting process. Oh forgot to mention, this shooting training is not only about the number of rings, but also about the time limit. The instructor loves long point shooting, short point shooting, and it also depends on the mood whether the single shot or the magazine is played in one go. Strict requirements are close to actual combat.

Where do you get the elite soldiers without rigorous training? Doniva also shook hands with the group of recruits one by one, following the method suggested by the advisor. He may not have understood the meaning of these subjects - especially the obstacle cannon, which is like a ring of fire. But this group of officers who easily turned Elta's army into organic fertilizer applauded one after another, so there was no problem with them being elite soldiers.

I don't know if I don't try, and I'm scared to death if I try. Shaking hands one by one to send greetings and expectations, looking at the shining eyes of the soldiers, it was even more refreshing than standing on a high platform to command the whole army and commanding the order. But a few years later, after holding it like this for an hour or two, he probably knew that this idea looked at Pimei, and it was all bad water.

With this hand, these recruits can graduate as infantrymen and serve in the new army of Elta. Of course, they are not completely detached from the learning of new knowledge, and there are still many pits waiting for them to jump. Maintenance Corps, Tank Corps, Automobile Corps, Artillerymen, Hygienists, Cooks...... They have to be skilled enough to pick up a gun and fight – knowing that in China, the best shooters are also judged by cooks. Because they only have a total of two infantry platoons and a few more people, which is really not much. Learn as much as you can. The current squad leader, if there is no problem in the future, then at least he will be the military commander.

Send off the first batch of trainees, and the instructors are about to welcome the second batch. The second batch of trainees, of course, were not prisoners, but all of Doniva's private troops, totaling more than 200 people. Today, Doniva is inspecting the recruits, and on the other hand, he is bringing these private troops to the new area, so that these yellow-skinned "fighting races" (Doniva's original words in his memoirs) can be rebuilt.

Doniva had just walked to figure out how to put a bathtub water heater on his new mansion when the show began.

The instructor brought a box and asked everyone to write their names on the slip of paper, then crumpled it up and threw it in. Pippons did so, of course, but he was confused - what was this for?

Wait until the note is in the box before the instructor speaks. The chosen ones are leaving the Forces nouvelles (there is an uproar), but they are going to be policemen.

The police? What do you mean? Oh, the peacekeepers. The security of the Elta region is a multi-layered system of armies, lords, private armies, knights, and some outspoken magicians, and some villages have their own security corps. The separation of policing responsibility as a separate department is a novelty.

Okay, as the audience wishes - bah bah bah. Heaven did not fulfill people's wishes, and the big pie for five people really hit Pippins. The pie was so big that it almost knocked him out.

Just now, he was daydreaming of making great achievements for the new district and His Majesty Doniva, who was wise and martial, and returning to his hometown full of medals and fine clothes, and now he became a petty official in charge of public order. This roller coaster of fate is truly horsepowered.

“…… When you were in the army, your life was born to destroy the enemy. As a police officer, it is your duty to protect the lives of the people, and the lives of the people are more important than your lives. Your role is no lower than that of the army......"

Pippons still drooped slightly. These empty words were too young for him, and his heart did not fluctuate. Or should I say that he is not highly conscious enough?

"But, at this stage you are still part of the army. It's just nominally replaced by the police. Those selected will also receive training in policing. Once you are drafted, you are still part of the army......"

Speaking of which, Pippons had an epiphany. It's not the same where you climb. Climbing to become a general, and climbing to become the big boss of this "policeman", is not the same as returning to his hometown in fine clothes, and being surrounded by the Quartet! Knowing that we can make progress anywhere is a good comrade who is conscious. For this matter, he added two more dishes at noon, being a man, the most important thing is to be happy!

Just five police officers. It's not enough to keep a dormitory in the new district safe. Despite the cameras, the new district now uses single police officers and auxiliary police officers from major police stations across the country on the other side of the portal, reaching the scale of the county seat. Petty theft among refugees is unavoidable, and occasional vicious crimes, such as gunpoint and robbery, although they are cracked at the speed of light, but as a model city that will radiate the panorama of Elta in the future, "Elta's Modern City", it is best to prevent or extinguish the symptoms, and at the worst, catch it before the crime is over. But the natives didn't have a police number, and there was no mobile phone where the visitors from the other side of the portal could get the police comrades to handcuff the strange Shu Huang by dialing a few zeros anywhere. In the final analysis, there is still a lack of police force and not enough eyeliner. Therefore, the selection of police forces from among the natives and the joint defense of households in the dormitory area have become the next priority of security in the new city.