Chapter 26 of the Third Angel's Battle Song

A long time ago, I found a big problem with the PLANT military. Undoubtedly, compared with the soldiers of my time, they had a stronger physique, and there was a world of difference in knowledge and skills, but in spite of their excellence, they lacked one crucial thing, and that was the spirit of a soldier.

Whether it is Aslan, Yitzhak, or Diack, they may be very brave and able to fulfill their responsibilities as soldiers, but their performance on the battlefield has nothing to do with the policy of strict discipline and prohibition. Probably because today's soldiers value their own strength and technology, so they ignore some seemingly basic things.

Today, I want to hand over to them these precious things that have been forgotten in the long river of history.

"So, now let's start our first lesson, the 15-kilometer cross-country run."

As soon as my words fell, the pot exploded.

"What, what are you kidding, this is obviously an MS driving lesson."

"It's just that we're not an army."

"That's right, fifteen kilometers, do you think we are all barbarians?

"Protest, this is a violation of military law."

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"Protests are ineffective." I said secretly with a hideous smile: "Today, let you pampered guys know what is the extreme training method of the elite special forces of the 38th Army of the People's Liberation Army." "At this time, uneven obstacles slowly rose on the training ground, and after a few thick water columns, several simple puddles gradually formed, all of which I had discussed with the director the night before.

"Laser gun ready, put it on me." With my command, several high-speed laser guns set up around the training ground mercilessly hit Wu Mi behind the group of student soldiers, and this distance was rapidly shrinking as time passed.

"Oh my God, this devil is telling the truth."

"Run."

"Woo, Mom."

"Ahead, you're in my way."

"Is the school really going to allow this guy to mess around like this, have we been abandoned?"

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Under the threat of laser guns, a group of young master soldiers were reluctant to start a desperate long-distance run, but these undisciplined guys only made a mess of the originally neat team after only two minutes, and sat on the ground after running a lap of about two kilometers, unwilling to take a step forward.

In fact, according to the physique of the adjuster, even if you run five kilometers, you will definitely not be tired to this point. However, when their lives were threatened, these young master soldiers who lacked judgment did not notice that the speed of the laser gun shooting target was just maintained at the speed required for long-distance running, and they all ran like a 100-meter race with all their strength to spread out their strength and run wildly, so they only ran one lap and became this half-dead appearance.

But these boys are really fast, and I am afraid that they could have broken the world record in my time.

Seeing that they were exhausted, I didn't push them too much, and let them lie on the ground like dead dogs and gasp. These students all stared at me with the same eyes as if they had killed my father's enemy, believing that if they still had the strength to turn into me, they would have jumped up and torn me into seventeen or eighteen pieces, and I was afraid that their identity as an instructor would be forgotten by them.

"Well, instructor, can I say a few words to you?" Suddenly, a hesitant voice came into my ears from behind me. I turned to see a tall, sunny-looking teenager standing behind me panting, staring at me with an unusually burning gaze. This student's performance is obviously much better than the others, although he seems a little tired, but he still looks very energetic.

"Oh, what's the matter with you?" I asked with interest.

"Instructor, are you really the blood-stained angel who single-handedly shot down one hundred and ninety-one MAs and sixteen destroyers in the Battle of Junius 7, Leonard von Findrad?" The boy asked, looking at me expectantly.

"If you're asking about the unlucky guy who was chased by the Earth Coalition and had to hide in the wreckage of the battleship to save his life, it's me. I'm not a hero or something. I smiled faintly.

"No, no, it's not, you've done your part, and people like you are the greatest loyalty to PLANT if they stay alive...... I am truly honored to be taught by you...... I, I, I am a big admirer of you...... The ......" boy was so excited that his whole face was bloodshot red, and he tried incoherently to say something, but he couldn't say it clearly.

"Okay, I know what you mean, thank you very much for your heart." I smiled and patted him on the shoulder. I really didn't expect that even I had a so-called admirer, and the young man's nervous eyes with a hint of fiery eyes made the not strong vanity in my heart throb a little.

"However, your classmates are cruel to me, don't you think I'm torturing you?" I pointed to the group of young master soldiers who were looking at me with terrified eyes, but they didn't dare to take a step closer.

"No, I believe that the instructor must have his own reasons, and you must have your own plans, but we can't understand it for a while." The boy shook his head, his eyes were full of trust, and I couldn't help but feel a little ashamed in my heart, although I wanted to hone the willpower of these guys, but by the way, I also had the intention of taking the opportunity to torture them.

But on the surface, I still showed a look of approval, and said happily: "It's best if you can understand, although the current training is a bit hard, but once completed, the effect is also huge." If you can complete every training carefully, you will definitely get a satisfying harvest. ”

"Yes, I won't let the instructor down." The young man gave me a military salute excitedly, and ran into the crowd in good spirits.

"Hey, tell me your name." I shouted to the boy who was fading away.

"Wicker, my name is Wickel Schleiden, instructor." The boy looked back and said loudly.