The "discipline training" of the 13th Brigade of the Koster Brigade began vigorously, and all the soldiers and officers found that compared with the "discipline training", the previous running was too easy. In other words, this kind of discipline training is really not something that people can bear.

The first step of training is quite simple, but it is also quite not simple.

All the squad leaders were asked to lead their own teams and stand in line on the school grounds, and Koster also asked all the soldiers to prepare two sandbags each to tie to their legs, and then no new orders were issued, no more requirements were just one point, "Don't move!"

At first, no soldier understood how simple it was to "just not move", but as time went on, it began to become less simple. Everyone felt the same thing, their hands and feet began to twitch a little, their waists were not as straight as they began, sweat slowly flowed into their eyes, and the biting cold wind was still whistling and blowing. For the first time, everyone found that in such a cold wind, they were still sweating.

At first, some people couldn't help it, some people staggered, some people raised their hands to wipe the sweat that flowed into their eyes, even the excellent soldiers selected from the squad, those squad leaders, many of them couldn't support it. At this time, the dog-legged wing commanders of the hateful face of the battalion commander would wave their leather whips and "snap" them on the people who were moving.

Those leather whips, all of which were the finest bison leather horsewhips that De Sik had flowed into, were stained with some salt water, and they hurt so much that in an instant, the person who had suffered seemed to have been greatly hurt and jumped up violently.

Those who had been whipped with leather had to continue to get up and stand in line.

Finally, as if 10,000 years had passed, the wing commander gave the order to rest, and a group of big men, like tired and paralyzed dogs, lay on the ground and refused to get up again. "How long has it been?" everyone was asking, and the Wing Captain replied with expressionless faces, "It's only five minutes." Your goal is two hours. (Note 1)

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In Caster's words, this is called practicing "standing", and the second step of training is to practice "walking".

After the training of the queue, it is necessary to practice the march of the queue. The co-captains, I don't know where to find a lot of ropes, tied one foot of everyone in each squad with ropes, strung them together, and then asked the squads to march along the school yard in unison. The soldiers, who were completely uncomfortable, kept falling to the ground, and before they could get up, the captain's leather whip was thrown again, still stained with salt water. There was another howl of ghosts and wolves, and the soldiers choked on torture.

The first day of the procession was basically a mess of people falling, getting up, and falling again, and the whips were flying incessantly, and the barrels of salt water dipped in the whips had even bottomed out.

The Wing Captain, tired arms could not be raised, just as the soldiers were criticizing the Wing Leader's cruelty, Master Koster issued a new order, "Starting tomorrow, all noble officers must join the training!" As for the work of wielding the whip, it doesn't matter, Lord Koster paid his own gold and hired fifty coachmen to come and help. The coachman couldn't do anything else, the whip must have been wielded brilliantly.

The effect of the queue and march was evident, and as he watched the neat lines of soldiers on the school grounds, Koster felt that his goal had progressed.

"Why do you want them to practice ordinary marching and marching?" asked Ferda, puzzled, in her impression, the army was all about the coordination of battle formations, the use of individual martial arts, and the ability of the commander.

Kster shook his head, "You're talking about the traditional way of the army, but we are so weak that it's almost impossible to arm the soldiers to the teeth or form a large number of cavalry like Desic or San Jose, and even those ironwood chariots have exhausted our resources, so we have to target the soldiers." ”

"But what does this have to do with the current training?"

Kerst smiled, he looked around, then bent down and went to the nearby tree to break some branches, and then split the branches into two piles.

"See, there are only a few of these branches, and each of them is very thick, and then this pile of branches, there are about fifty, but each one of them is very thin. ”

Feida looked closely, indeed as Koster had said, and then stared at Koster with wide eyes, motioning to continue.

"You can try it," Kerst pushed the small pile of branches in front of Feda, "try to break them." ”

Feida stretched out his hand to take it, and with an easy break, the branch broke in response. Kerst pushed another pile of branches, "Try this?"

This time it was not easy, Feida used all her strength to feed, and finally broke the pile of branches.

"See what I mean?" asked Kerth, but Feda shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand at all. Kester held his forehead, "Oh my God, you inherited the martial arts of the elves, but you also inherited the characteristics of the elves' heads that are not bent, I repeat." ”

Ferda finally understood what Koster meant, the combat effectiveness of an army will improve with the cohesion of the soldiers, and the more united the army, the stronger the combat effectiveness that can burst out, this is what Koster wants to express.

When he understood this truth, Feida began to take the initiative to help Chestter convey it to several battalion commanders, and several battalion commanders told this truth to the wing commander, and the wing captain explained the truth to the squad leader, and the squad leader then pulled all the squad soldiers to convey this truth, and Feida even remembered to release Griffitz and others who were punished outside the camp, and also told them this truth.

So for a while, a story about "a choice of a few thick branches and a bunch of thin branches" circulated in the camp of the Thirteenth Regiment, so much so that when Kerst went out in the morning, he found that the trees in the camp were all bare trunks, and he could not survive when he saw them.

Chester thought depressedly, how could he think of it and break a branch!

The problem of ideology and cognition has been solved, the training of the 13th Regiment has been accelerated, and now the soldiers can maintain the "simple" requirement of "three people in a row" required by the commander of the Koster regiment under the constraints of the squad leader, and the mental outlook of the entire soldiers has been greatly improved.

The new training discipline continues, and Koster's goal is to train an army that is completely obedient, and with a roll of his eyes, Koster has a new idea.

Taber was a small soldier who was born as a farmer, and because of his gentle personality and his ability to complete the orders he heard, he was soon promoted to the rank of captain of this squad. After many days of queuing, he was already familiar with the new training method of the Thirteenth Regiment.

Today's training was a bit special, the co-captain took all the squads under his command out of the camp, let everyone line up, and then gave the order, "Tabor, take your squad, go forward." ”

Tabor, who had long been accustomed to orders, did not suspect him, and immediately stepped forward, but after walking for a long time, he realized that something was wrong. In normal times, everyone is carried out on the school field of the camp, where the land is leveled, but today the road in the field is full of gravel.

What's even more terrifying is that in the gravel pile, I don't know how many big pits have been dug, although they are not deep, but the area is huge, and it is necessary to go around a big circle.

"This?" Tabor, the leader, didn't know what to do, the wing captain's order was to move forward, but there were pits in front of him, if he really walked, he would fall?

Tabor had always listened to orders, and at this time he couldn't help but question the captain's instructions a little, and slowed down. The soldiers in his squad, seeing that the squad leader was not leaving, also stopped, so they bumped into one by one, and the whole team was chaotic. The team behind him couldn't see the situation in front of them clearly, and they also bumped into their heads.

The queue of the team is over.

The Wing Captain approached and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?" Tabour, didn't you hear the order? I repeat, go forward!"

Tabor still didn't know what to do, there was a big pit in front of him, and he looked at the wing captain with a puzzled expression. The wing captain was even more angry, waved his leather whip, and with a "snap", he slapped it on Tabor's body, "Listen to my orders and move forward!"

Tabor, whose face was drawn with a bloodstain, was also a sullen man, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he stepped into the big pit in front of him without hesitation, and then fell into the pit without accident.

The soldiers who were lined up behind Tabor, seeing that Taber had moved, also walked forward, and also fell into the pit. The soldiers after that also moved forward in turn, until there were so many people who fell that they had occupied the shallow pit, and the follow-up soldiers passed through the shallow pit smoothly.

Tabor looked thoughtfully at the queue that passed smoothly, as if he understood something.

The next few days of training became more exaggerated, and on the first day, the ground was nothing more than a shallow pit, then it became a deep pit, then it became a pit full of muddy water, then the muddy water became horse manure, and then the horse manure became a wooden stick, and the contents of the pit became harmful. But the soldiers of the 13th Regiment no longer doubted the orders of the wing commander, and these dangers on the road ahead could no longer stop them.

The training of the thirteenth regiment was advancing in an orderly manner, and the soldiers completed the training of their bare hands, and then took the spears and small round shields to carry out the training of actual combat, and the soldiers lined up side by side in a dense formation, with spears like a forest, and did not retreat in any situation.

Looking at the soldiers under his command, finally like a mature army, Koster felt that his hard work these days had not been in vain. More than three months had passed since he became the brigade commander of this brigade, and the cold winter had gone away with the roaring wind, and delicate shoots began to emerge on the severed branches, and the thirteenth regiment of Koster had finally satisfied their brigade commander.

However, Chester didn't know that there were actually not a few people waiting to see his jokes, and for more than three months, he had been staying in the barracks and not going out, and he didn't know that the situation of the Thirteenth Regiment had caused an uproar in the outside world~ waves.

Note 1: For the sake of simplicity and for the comfort of book friends, the Gregorian calendar will be used for future time calculation.