After Sengoku left, Serge commanded his subordinates to move the things on the warship to temporary accommodation.

The new house was obviously deliberately arranged by Sengoku, both in terms of the space of the house and the size of the door, which was very much in line with Searle's height.

Gion-chan had already fallen asleep, and looking at her delicate little face, Serge couldn't help but kiss it lightly.

Then he carried Giwon-chan to her room, covered the quilt, and then turned to leave.

After doing all this, Serge found himself a little sleepy and then lay down to sleep as well.

A good night's sleep, early in the morning, the sun rises over the horizon, and the sailors of the G2 branch wake up from their sleep, patrolling the patrol, standing guard, each performing their duties.

"Hurry up!" Simmons took the microphone to the front of the recruit dormitory building, mustered up all his strength and shouted, "Don't forget, you are now Navy recruits!" ”

"Assemble me on the playground now!"

According to the regulations, recruits are required to undergo a month of basic physical training, and Serge is their instructor.

These recruits have just joined the navy, they have not undergone systematic training, there is no military discipline to speak of, one by one they are standing on the playground, a few guys even yawn sleepily, and the sober recruits are talking to each other, and they can't even do the most basic quiet.

Seeing that the personnel were almost there, Searle came to the playground with his hands on his chest and walked to the center of the front of the recruits.

"Hello, I'm your new instructor, Searle, and we met yesterday." Serge introduced himself.

As soon as the words fell, the recruits below began to discuss.

"It's really him, this new instructor should be an officer at the rank of colonel!"

"Nonsense, look at his epaulettes, it's obvious that only general-level officers can wear them."

"By the way, this instructor is so tall, what did he eat?"

Serge looked at the recruits with a calm face, not stopping the noise in the slightest.

"Hey, Brigadier General, you should tell them to be quiet at this time." Simmons, who was standing on the sidelines, reminded in a whisper.

Serge didn't speak, just stood still, his eyes slowly becoming serious.

Gradually, the chatter on the playground became quieter and quieter, and finally everyone closed their mouths.

The playground became eerily quiet, and even the recruits' breathing could be heard clearly.

"Well, since everyone is not talking, then let me talk about it." Searle said in a deep voice, "Sit down, don't stand." ”

The recruits were confused by Serre's words, and they didn't know what the new instructor meant, and even Simmons on the side was very confused.

The recruits glanced at each other and sat cautiously on the floor of the playground.

"Well, do you know why I told you to sit down?" Searle said with interest.

Of course, the recruits were at a loss, and how could they know what the instructors thought.

"Because, the way you stand is so ugly that you can't call it a navy at all!"

Changing from his previous gentleness, Searle roared with great seriousness: "If the townspeople see you, they will laugh at you, laugh at me, laugh at G2 and even laugh at the entire navy!" ”

"Therefore, you must sit, sit so ugly, so as not to disgrace our navy."

There was no sound in the playground other than Searle's roar, and hearing Searle's words, the recruits behaved differently, some were dumbfounded, some were angry, and some looked indifferent.

"In the next month, I will train you and teach you how to become a qualified navy, and prepare to go to hell, young people!"

Serge's voice calmed down, but the majesty on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

The most surprising person was Simmons, it was the first time he had seen Serge's appearance, was this really the gentle and easy-talking Brigadier General Sermon before?

"Simmons, come here!" Serge's serious voice came.

"Yes!"

"A military salute." Serge commanded.

Although he didn't know what the purpose of his boss was, since it was an order, Simmons had no choice but to do so, and gave a very standard military salute with his back to the recruits.

"Hold this position and turn backwards, and don't move after turning around."

Hearing this, Simmons maintained a saluting posture and faced the recruits.

"See? That's what you're going to do next. Searle pointed to Simmons' saluting body.

"All stand and salute!" Serge yelled at the recruits.

Like thunder, the recruits quickly stood up. Imitating Simmons' movements, they collectively saluted Searle.

"Well, yes, it's a bit of a sailor." Searle watched the recruits' neat movements, even if the salute was not so standard.

"Simmons, go down and help them adjust."

"Yes!"

Simmons lowered his arms and walked over to the middle of the recruits, adjusting their movements one by one.

"You, raise your hands a little and stand up straight!"

"You, chest up!"

"You, feet together."

"Hey, hey, are you saluting or bowing, hunched over what do you want to do?"

After about ten minutes, the recruits' movements were adjusted, and even their posture was more standard than Serge's.

"Uh-huh, yes, yes, just keep a good posture like this, I said put it down, you can put it down." Serge nodded in satisfaction.

Under the scorching sun, less than half an hour had passed, and most of the recruits were already a little unbearable.

The raised arm trembled, and the legs kept swinging, looking like they were about to faint.

The soldiers who were standing guard saw the training of the recruits, and immediately felt a little happy, fortunately they were not training under Brigadier General Serge, what seemed simple was really terrible.

It's really difficult to keep the same posture all the time, not to mention that the scorching sun is in the sky, which is not something ordinary people can bear.

A recruit tries to lower his sore arm, but Ser sees it.

"I said, without my order, no one is allowed to put down their arms, no one is allowed to move, no matter how uncomfortable it is, put up with it!"

The recruit hurriedly returned to saluting, fearing that he would be punished.

For about an hour, Serge looked at the recruits who were about to faint,

"Well, it's almost, you guys put it down!"

"Oops!"

The recruits rubbed their limp arms and moaned incessantly.

"Bring them water." Serge commanded.

Simmons and his entourage of soldiers distributed the warm water they had prepared.

The tired and thirsty soldiers drank the warm water that had been handed out, and their faces became more and more bitter.

"Report to the instructor, why is it salty?"

"Yes, it's salt water, we have to drink normal water!"

Searle scoffed. I couldn't help but shake my head.

"You fools, as an instructor, I will definitely not deliberately trick you."

"After sweating so much, it's not enough to replenish water, you also need to replenish salt. Otherwise, you won't be able to hold on! ”

The recruits looked at Searle suspiciously, this was the first time they had heard of this theory.

Suspicious, the recruits chose to follow Serge's orders and drink the salt water.

After resting for a while, Serge ordered the recruits to assemble for a new round of training.

……

For the rest of the day, Serge had the recruits do just the simplest of movements, such as saluting, standing, and marching.

Simple and rustic with difficulty, often the simplest things, the hardest to do.

For a week, a whole week, the recruits repeated these boring and useless actions, and I really don't know what the instructor's intentions are?

What is the intent? They didn't know, but the officers in the branch could see it clearly.

In just one week, these recruits, who did not have any organizational discipline, have advanced a lot in the direction of excellent sailors.

When it comes to discipline and uniformity, I'm afraid those veterans are out of the ordinary.

"I'll just say, you're sure you'll be able to train them well." Sengoku stroked the short beard on his chin and looked at the recruits training on the school ground.

The onlookers nodded in agreement.

"They're still far from it." Searle didn't care, and said indifferently.

"Huh? Far from it? Hahaha, then let me see what you can train them to look like. Sengoku said with a smile.

"Wait, we'll see in a month!"

Training recruits, although Searle said that he had no experience, but that was just a modest statement, in his previous life, before he joined the fire and fire alarm, Searle was a soldier.

Isn't it commonplace to train recruits? Searle still has his own unique views on this.

"Okay, then we'll see."

Sengoku's face showed a look of anticipation.