At half past five in the morning, when the sky was still gray, the simple wooden door of the recruit training barracks in Heishui was suddenly violently pushed open with a snap.

Then there was a shrill whistle: "Slackers, all up, all up, now on, give you five minutes to get everything in order, get dressed and assemble outside the playground," a Japanese instructor said in Mandarin to the crowd who had been slowly dispatched.

"Well, what's going on, isn't it still bright yet, why did you get up and train." A soldier who had just entered the Black Water asked, rubbing his hazy eyes like a companion beside him.

"I don't know, I don't know," the soldier who replied twice quickly put on his clothes, made the quilt, and made the bed as if running out of the door.

"Brother Wen Hui, hurry up, I think if it's too late, we will definitely be abused again." Zhuo Abin was already fully dressed, and looked at his eldest young master as if he was a person who was okay at all, lying on the bed and continuing to sleep, and poked the other party's back with his hand.

"Well, well, Abin, I'm sleeping for a while, you help me take a leave, just say I'm not feeling well."

Eh, Abin was a little speechless, it didn't seem good to take leave on the first day of training, although his duty was to protect the young master of his family, but he also meant to supervise him. "Brother Wen Hui, you better hurry up, or the instructor will definitely punish you."

"Okay, okay, I'll get up, you go out first, I'll come when I'm dressed." Zhuo Wenhui slowly got up from the bed and said lazily.

"Then, then I'll go out first, you hurry up," Seeing that Zhuo Wenhui had already gotten up, Abin was a lot more relieved, and then walked towards the door, but as soon as he walked out of the door, Zhuo Wenhui fell down again and fell asleep with his head covered.

On the training ground, only a few soldiers were neatly dressed, and the others were either unbuttoned or untied, or their hats were in their hands.

Looking at such a messy group of recruits, Masaka Oshima stood up from behind several instructors and looked at everyone with a majestic expression.

"Now report the numbers, from left to right, in order of yesterday's height."

With an order, whether it was the soldiers from the Ming Dynasty or the local Chinese children in Batavia, they all coaxed you look at me, I look at you, and asked each other if I was next to you yesterday.

"Yo Xi, you stupid pigs," Oshima Masaka couldn't help but curse in a foul mouth, "It's just too stupid," how can you not be angry when you arranged the queue for them yesterday and let them remember it, and it's only been a dozen hours since they forgot all about it.

Oshima Masakum, who was born as a samurai, was very strict about obedience, and was later recruited by Tang Wei into Heishui to receive modern military training, so he was even stricter about discipline.

However, the messy recruits finally managed to get their queue in order after ten minutes, and now Oshima Masaka couldn't care if their ranks were still in the good order they had arranged yesterday.

said coldly to everyone, "Now start reporting the number." ”

"One, two, three," as the last soldier shouted thirty-six. Oshima Masama looked at everyone with a gloomy face, "There are thirty-six people, tell me why you still have four companions who haven't arrived." ”

Ah Bin glanced left and right, and found that the eldest young master of his family was not there, and raised his hand to report: "Report sir, Zhuo Wenhui is a little unwell, so let me take him to ask you for leave." ”

"Heh, I'm not feeling well," Masao Oshima sneered, and then took the lead and walked towards the dormitory with a few instructors behind him.

When I walked into the dormitory, I saw the four recruits who had not arrived, sleeping in bed.

"Wake them up for me."

"Yes, sir." Several instructors responded, and then walked to the beds of the four recruits who were still asleep, raised the whip in their hands and pulled it off violently, and the quilt covering their bodies was quickly pulled out of a broken mark.

"Ah," Zhuo Wenhui, who was asleep, felt a sharp pain in his body, sat up quickly, and opened his misty eyes to see an instructor standing in front of him with a whip in his hand, and he didn't have to think about it to know that the sharp pain just now was caused by him.

"Now, give you five minutes to quickly get dressed and get dressed and come to the playground, or you won't eat today. Masao Oshima said without looking at the four of them, turning his back to them, and then walked out of the room. ”

The four of them were stunned for a moment, then quickly dressed and made their beds.

Five minutes later, the four of them finally ran to the playground in crooked clothes.

"You four, why don't you come to the playground to gather, do you have an opinion about my orders," Masama Oshima asked as he looked at the four with an angry expression.

"No, no instructor, we have no opinion, just a little unwell," one of the soldiers who was late hurriedly explained, Zhuo Wenhui glanced at the other party, this guy is the son sent by the Huang family, Huang Min.

Zhuo Wenhui looked at Huang Min with contempt, looking like a servant, and he really got the true inheritance of the Huang family.

"Now, the four of you, run twenty laps around the playground, don't eat until you finish the run, from now on, everyone else will be disbanded," went to the cafeteria to eat breakfast and then returned to the playground for training, Oshima Masakin glanced at the watch on his wrist, "Now start the timer, run in half an hour." ”

"Half an hour, ah, it's not fair, instructor," Zhuo Wenhui glanced at the playground so big that it would definitely not be possible to run twenty laps of the mountain, so he stood up and protested.

"Soldier, you've wasted a minute now, and if you continue to stand, I think today's breakfast, lunch, and dinner will be out of your way."

"You," Zhuo Wenhui pointed to the sinister Oshima Masang, then turned around and ran.

Looking at Zhuo Wenhui and the others who were running, an instructor walked up to Oshima and reminded: Oshima-kun and these are all children of local Chinese in Bacheng, let's do this.

"Guan Gujun, don't worry too much, the head of the family has already greeted us, we must be more strict with these people, now it is just the beginning, if we are not strict, it will be irresponsible to them, no one on the battlefield knows which young master they are, only the enemy, so we must be treated strictly."

Oshima Masaka looked at the four people, and had already judged them in his heart, these people were late for the first day of training, and it seemed that if they wanted to educate them well, they could only be Caiyu's tough methods, otherwise it would definitely not work.

"Guan Gu, in the future, you have to treat the four of them strictly, report to me as soon as there is a prominent situation, don't worry about their identity, there are only soldiers and commanders in the black water, there is no young master and other identities, you know?"

"Yes," Sekiya replied loudly, and as Oshima looked at him, he knew that these four people were afraid that they would be targeted, and that hard times were coming.