Walking into the cafeteria, Donald saw Effenberg standing straight and standing as a guard. Effenberg was a cadet of Donald's first class, which meant that he was a classmate of Donald's in the same grade. West Point has a cheat rule that requires students to get to know all their classmates in the same grade within the first month, knowing their names and origins. Although the scale of West Point at this time was much smaller than that of later generations, it was not a very easy thing to do, at least, Donald was not outstanding in this matter. For this, he was also punished many times for reciting the student roster in public.

Effenberg's role today is very simple, which is to keep an eye on the clock and tell everyone the time every five minutes. Of course, this kind of thing is also done by first-year rookies. Donald took his lunch, walked over to his chair, sat down, and began to eat.

The rules for eating pastry are also very strict, and of course, this rule is also only for first-year rookies. Donald could only put half of his ass on the chair (rookies can only sit like this), straightened up, and stared at the bottom edge of the plate in front of him without squinting. He shoved a slice of bread into his mouth with a knife and fork, then put the knife and fork away, put his hands back on his knees, and began to chew his food. Yes, every bite is such a troublesome stereotype. If you sue them, which is a requirement in military academies, they will also look at you with contempt, and then sue you, what a dictatorship is best at is to use this method of destroying human nature to cultivate murderous tools that only know how to obey orders. What the? You say it's a military academy in the Lighthouse Country? This...... If you look at the armies of other democracies, how civilized and educated they are......

The biggest problem with this set of rules for Donald is that it really affects the speed of eating. However, the pastry is very strict about the time of eating, and once the time is up, but you can't finish it, you can only recite the rules of the meal on a hungry stomach. For the first month, Donald was starved for a lot. Coupled with the heavy amount of training, Donald lost several pounds in the first month.

Now, though, that's not a problem. Donald's rate of eating has increased dramatically now, and the bread and stuff are in his mouth, and he can swallow it without chewing it. But his hands were tired, and he kept picking up the knife and fork, putting it on his knee, and then immediately doing it again......

Overall, during the month, Donald's table was actually quite good. After all, compared with the children of ordinary families, Donald enjoys far more educational resources than theirs. This also makes Donald more well-rounded than the average person. Even mathematics, which was embarrassed to mention by Dena, was actually an obvious advantage at West Point. Coupled with the fact that he had received some military training in Blackwater, some training programs that seemed miserable to others were relatively simple for Donald. For example, in the first week of school, they were divided into small groups and thrown into a forest for a week by themselves. During that week, Donald's cousin surprised many of his colleagues. He would pitch his tent in the most suitable places, he would fish, he would hunt, and even, he would make delicious food out of the terrible rattlesnakes.

This qiē made Donald quickly the most talked-about rookie in his grade. Of course, the more attention you have, the more people will find fault with you. So Donald has to be more cautious......

This morning, I learned military drawing, and the first subject in the afternoon was the maintenance of firearms. Instructor Cox placed a MacDonald rifle on each cadet's desk.

"Rookies! I'm going to show you how to quickly disassemble and assemble a gun. Remember, I'm only going to demonstrate it once. Then you take it apart and put it back together with your own hands. If you can't pretend to ......," said Instructor Cox, smacking his horsewhip on his palm, with a demonic grin, "and you have a handsome manual for firearms, and fools who fail to finish it within the allotted time must memorize the whole manual before eating." And this evening, receive special training. Well, see clearly. ”

Instructor Cox disassembled the gun with astonishing speed that was almost ostentatious, and then reassembled it again, so fast that it was impossible to see.

"Alright." Instructor Cox put down the gun in his hand, looked at his watch, and said, "Because you are all stupid rookies, I am very kind to give you fifteen minutes, so let's start now!" ”

This topic is not difficult for Donald at all, because among MacDonald's next generation, if there is any one thing that Donald has the strongest ability, even better than Dena, it is probably playing with guns. Although it can't be said that Donald is familiar with disassembling the rifle, for example, if he wants to be like those mercenaries in the black water, he can disassemble and disassemble without being blindfolded, then Donald really can't do it, because he doesn't do that after all, let him undergo these trainings just to add a little self-defense ability when necessary. But disassembling with his eyes open, it's really hard for Donald. So as soon as Cox gave the order, Donald immediately picked up the rifle in front of him and began to disassemble it.

In a few moments, Donald dismantled his rifle and put the parts in order. He then stood up and saluted Instructor Cox, signaling that he had completed the disassembly.

Instructor Cox looked down at his watch, nodded, and motioned for Donald to continue. So Donald began assembling firearms...... Again, in a matter of moments, an intact rifle was placed on Donald's table.

Donald set the rifle away, knowing that time was not even half there. So he turned his head and looked at the progress of the others. Most of them haven't even finished dismantling yet, and many people are busy looking at the instructions next to them. Hanks, who was sitting to his left, was even more anxious - he had a problem, he didn't know how to remove a certain part.

Donald looked left and right and saw that Instructor Cox was not paying attention to him, so he immediately picked up the instruction manual on the table, flipped to the relevant page, and shook it towards Hanks.

Hanks raised his eyes to look at Donald, then turned to the page as well, looked down, and shook his head blankly.

"This ...... What a stupid donkey! Can't understand this? Donald couldn't help but curse in his heart, learning from his sister's tone. But Hanks was a friend of Donald's, and Donald felt he had to find a way to help him. Donald looked at the time, there was enough time. So he simply picked up the gun on the table and began to disassemble it again, he quickly disassembled the gun to the same step as Hanks, and then began to slow down, allowing Hanks to watch his movements to continue dismantling......

……

"Rookie, I just saw that you have completed the disassembly, why did you disassemble the gun again?" Cox stared at Donald with a blank expression.

Donald stood up straight and replied in the loudest voice, "Sir, I think there is still time to spare, so I want to keep in touch." ”

"Good." Instructor Cox said, "Your gun wasn't loaded when the allotted time came...... And you, you didn't pretend either. He suddenly turned his head back to stare at Hanks viciously and said, "Now you two must memorize this manual before dinner." And in the evenings they receive special training...... Rookie, don't you like to disassemble and assemble firearms? The evening will keep you entertained. This sentence was addressed to Donald again.

"Yes, sir!" At this point, according to discipline, this was the only answer that Donald and Hanks could give at this time.

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It didn't take too long for Donald to memorize the manual. Because, when they were learning German at home, it just so happened that Uncle Scrooge used to make Donald and them difficult by translating this manual. (Translating instructions is much more difficult than translating anything else) so Donald is very familiar with the content of this book, and it is naturally easier to memorize.

By the time Donald finished carrying this thing, it was still early, and if he had rushed to the cafeteria at this time, he might have been able to get a bite. Of course, it's definitely too late to finish it on time. Since he couldn't eat enough, Donald simply stayed and helped Hanks memorize.

"Rookie, if you go now, you can still eat two bites, and the training at night will not be easy." Instructor Cox said.

"Sir, Hanks and I are brothers in the same class, and you taught us that we must share difficulties." Donald replied.

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"Cox, what do you think of this group of students?" An officer with a major's epaulette on his shoulder asked Instructor Cox as he watched Donald and Hanks run in circles around the training ground.

"Average." Instructor Cox said, "But there's one guy who's interesting. It's that rookie named Donald. Su zhì is good, well, it's the taller one who is running there now. The results in all subjects are good, and there is a strong sense of teamwork. I don't think he's worse than the one who graduated a few years ago with the surname Pershing. If you're lucky, you'll have to develop. Of course, it's still early, and we'll see what to expect. ”

At this time, Donald and Hanks turned the corner in front of them and ran over. Instructor Cox shouted to them in a deafening voice, "Run, rookie!" The ducks are faster than you! ”