"Hurry up, haven't you eaten?" Serge's stern voice lingered throughout the school grounds.

The person who rushed to the front didn't feel anything, but the person who was ready to be lazy at the back looked like a dead father, and with this instructor here, laziness seemed to have become a luxury.

"Hurry up and run for me, those who can't finish running at noon won't have anything to eat!" Searle kicked a slumped navyman to the ground, screaming and cursing.

With such physical fitness, I started to gasp after running a few steps, and once I was on the battlefield, I didn't even have the ability to escape.

"Hurry up, you idiots." Searle saw a few soldiers running and running, and actually walked slowly.

aimed at the buttocks of those backward recruits, and for a while, they didn't control their strength well, and directly kicked the recruits more than ten meters away.

But it just kicked away, and it didn't hurt at all.

The recruit got up, rubbed his buttocks, and reluctantly ran.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and during this time, Searle began to exercise the physical fitness of the recruits, and the specific methods were probably push-ups, long-distance running, etc.

In the beginning, 500 push-ups per person, tens of kilometers off-road.

It is said to be cross-country, in fact, it is to run in the school field, and gradually increase the amount of training every day, so far, it has been added to the extent of 1000 push-ups and 30 kilometers of cross-country every day.

No, just after doing push-up training, Serge had already ordered the recruits to start cross-country training.

The morning passed like this, and except for a few who were still running hard, the rest of the recruits lay on the ground, looking like they had been drained.

"No, instructor, we're tired!"

"My legs are about to break."

"Rest, I want to rest."

"Mom, I want to go home......"

The recruits immediately shouted and complained about Serge.

How long has it been running? Twenty kilometers of running training, not to mention the people of the pirate world, even ordinary soldiers can persevere, where are these guys tired and can't run, they are obviously inert.

"Hmm, are you going to follow my orders?" A cold light appeared in Serge's eyes.

"In that case, I'm going to have to use a little special means! Haha. ”

A cruel smile bloomed, and the recruits suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Give me something." Serge beckoned to Simmons, who immediately threw the pre-prepared whip over.

"Boys, are you ready for pain?" Searle tugged at the whip with a crisp sound.

"Run for me right away!" As he spoke, Searle instantly appeared behind the recruits and whipped down.

"Pap~Pap~Pap~"

The whip was deliberately attached to the Force, and although it could not cause any physical damage, the pain was deeper than the original.

"Help!"

"Don't~"

After eating a leather whip, the recruits lying on the ground hurriedly stood up and ran away, not at all as exhausted as before. The places where Searle hit his hands were all buttocks and the like, and the pain only deepened.

"Listen, the training you are receiving now is just the foundation of the basics, you are all new recruits who have just joined the Navy, and you are far inferior to veterans in terms of physical strength and strength. Once on the battlefield, being a deserter is slower than others. ”

"At your level, even if you go to the battlefield, you're just cannon fodder, if you don't want to die, give me desperate training!." Serge yelled.

"I don't want to train." At this point, one of the recruits stopped and said loudly.

"That's right, why do you need to train, the veterans don't participate in the training, why do you want us to train?."

They were greeted with another whip.

Stimulated by the pain, the recruits had to run again,

"It's too slow, it's too slow!"

Searle followed closely behind the recruits, and if anyone slowed down, it was a whip.

"Brigadier General." Simmons looked at Serre, "Wouldn't that be too much?" ”

"Excessive? Help me get it. Searle took off his coat and threw it to Simmons: "More excesses are yet to come!" ”

"What are you?" Simmons saw Searle walking over menacingly, his eyes widened suddenly, and he secretly said in his heart: "It's not going to be a move, these are just recruits."

"Force Winding." Searle strode and followed, the whip in his hand covering the Force and turning blue.

The whip was thrown on the ground with a clear sound, and in order not to suffer, the recruits had to run desperately, not daring to stagnate in the slightest.

I ran more than 30 kilometers in the morning, which was not too difficult, and in the end everyone successfully finished the race.

After a morning of training, the soldiers were tired as dogs, sticking out their tongues, and when they heard Serge say the word rest, the recruits smiled one by one, as if they had seen the light after the darkness.

However, Searle's next words, suddenly the entire training ~ field wailed again.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon at the training ground is a gathering, if anyone dares to be late, hahaha, the amount of training in the afternoon will be doubled!"

Serge turned to leave, and as he disappeared from everyone's sight, the recruits gathered around and began to complain.

Several people even cried, it was the first time they had encountered such training.

"It's terrible, is this how the training of recruits has been in the past?"

"No, it's just that our training is like this, my eldest brother joined the navy the year before last, he said, recruit training is easy."

"And he's targeting us?"

"That's right, he's targeting us, and we'll go to the commander to sue him in a moment."

"Yes, let's go!"

As for the top recruits, they didn't have any complaints, except that they were a little tired, and their faces were even filled with excited expressions.

"Hmph, idiot!" A peculiar recruit sneered.

Unlike normal people, this teenager has three joints on his arm, which is one section longer than a normal person's arm.

If Serge was still there, he would have recognized that the young man of the Long-Hand Clan was the first recruit to complete his training today.

"What are you talking about, bastard?" The taunted recruit said with an indignant expression.

"I mean, you're a bunch of idiots!"

"You!"

The recruit wanted to do it, but when he saw that the other party was stronger and taller than him, he immediately dismissed the idea of doing it.

"If you want to sue, go ahead, I can already foresee your miserable appearance, don't blame me for not reminding you, the instructor is not an ordinary man!"

At the mention of Serge, the young man of the Long-Hand Clan showed a look of adoration.

"Turning into that devil's sycophant so soon, Ramos?"

The recruits around him said in strange tones.

Ignoring the ridicule of the others, Ramos, a young man from the Long-Hand Clan, turned and left the school grounds and walked towards the cafeteria.

Subsequently, more people left the school grounds, and there were less than thirty recruits who were ready to complain, without exception, these more than twenty people were representatives of the bottom of the training, and they were also recruits who had been whipped.

In front of the commander's office.

The recruits plucked up courage and knocked on the office door.

"Please come in!"

With the permission of the Sengoku period, the recruits rushed in.

"Oh? Is there anything you guys are up to? Sengoku raised his head and put the processed documents aside.

"Dear Commander, I~ We're here to complain." The leading recruits plucked up the courage to tell the purpose of the trip.

"Complaints?" Sengoku stared at the recruit with interest: "What are you complaining about?" Can you tell me why? ”

"Our instructors are so inhumane, they torture us crazy every day, if this continues, I will die!" The recruit complained.

"Not only that, but he whipped us every day and didn't treat us as human beings at all."

As soon as the conversation box opened, the recruits could not help but vent their bitterness and tell about the abuse they had suffered.

"We strongly demand that the other instructors be replaced, Instructor Serge is so perverted!"

"Change instructors?" Sengoku's face gradually sank.

"Nonsense!" Warring States slapped the table and said in a serious tone: "Is the instructor you want to change?" Or do you think the G2 can't accommodate you? ”

The recruits didn't expect that the usually funny commander would be angry, and one by one they were silent and silent.

Sengoku stood up, walked to the side door of the office and knocked: "Hear it, it seems that the recruits have a big opinion of you, you can deal with it yourself!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the side door opened, and out came an extremely large man, who was none other than Serge.