Wang Hao was trained as a recruit at Camp Arthur Cowley, located on the northern prairie, along with thousands of other unlucky people.

Here, it is important to emphasize that this is indeed a camp. Because the only permanent building here is used to store ordnance and equipment, all other buildings, including the recruits' quarters, canteens, and officers' offices, are all built in tents.

All the recruits ate and lived in tents, but they were trained outside, if that kind of day was called training.

Because it was in the steppes of the far north, the cold winds from Siberia blew every day, and some of the recruits, who lived in warm or hot climates all year round, could not accept it at all, and many fell ill as soon as they came, and many were forced to withdraw from training.

Exercise keeps the body warm by generating heat, so instructors try to get recruits to get enough exercise.

On the first day there, the instructors woke up the recruits before dawn.

Everyone had to travel all the way to get here, and the recruits were extremely tired from the journey.

In the middle of the night, the third watch called people up, if it was still for such a thing as peeing, Wang Hao would really draw his sword and hack the instructor to death.

The loudspeakers on the tower played military songs loudly, and the sound was a little harsh.

A sturdy instructor ran into the dormitory area, slammed the dormitory door with the whip in his hand as he ran, shouting all the way: "Within ten minutes, everyone will come out!" Fast! Get up! Right away! ”

Ten minutes later, dressed up, Wang Hao and the other recruits stood together, ready to start training.

At this time, the sun was just showing its face from the eastern horizon.

Facing the recruits was a guy with broad shoulders and a gloomy expression, wearing an army uniform, his cheeks were blue, his trousers were straight, and his boots could be used as a mirror, and he was full of energy, as if he had been fully rested.

But it's more like a robot that doesn't need to rest, just needs to charge it every once in a while.

He roared, "Attention everyone, stand up! I am Sergeant Zimu, the company commander of your company. When you speak to me, salute and say, 'Sir.'" Salute all the instructors who have the whip and call them 'sir.'" ”

Sergeant Zimu was now holding a cane of its size and waving it in the air to show what he was talking about.

"We don't have enough officers here to teach you. So, I train you. You're dead, I've never seen ...... Who's laughing?! ”

No one answered.

"It's-who-in-laughs!"

"Me." A voice replied.

"'I' what?"

"It's me laughing."

"Here, at all times, before replying, call me 'sir'! I'm not going to repeat that again, understand?! ”

"I was just laughing, sir! I'm sorry, sir! ”

"Oh!" Zimu walked up to the smiling man, waved his large rattan at his chin, and asked, "Name?" ”

Giggins ...... Sir. ”

"Giggins ......," Zimu repeated, as if the word was disgusting, even a dirty remark.

"See the armory there?"

Wang Hao looked over there, and he couldn't see anything except the grassland, except that almost at the end of the horizon, there was a lonely building.

"Leave the team. Run back and forth. I'm talking about running! Fast! Fast! Fast! Brusky! Follow him! ”

"Yes, Sergeant." One of the five or six men with the cane left the line and ran towards Giggins, easily catching up with him, whipping him a few times in the ass.

Zimu turned to the recruits again, and he walked through them from beginning to end, glaring at them one by one, his face full of displeasure.

Finally, he stood in front of the phalanx of recruits, shaking his head as if talking to himself, but loud enough for us to hear: "I'm really decrepit, a bunch of fools!" Why does this keep falling on me? ”

Finally, he stopped, and the expression on his face seemed like he was about to cry.

"Forget it, I can't stand it anymore." He said bitterly, "You have to move your muscles and bones, and you have to vent all at once." When I was six years old, the toy wooden soldiers were better than you. All right! Do any of you think you can beat me? Are there any men among you? Speak! ”

There was silence throughout the scene.

Wang Hao didn't speak, he was still waiting, although in terms of combat effectiveness, Wang Hao could kill Sergeant Zimu in an instant.

"I think I can, sir." Wang Hao heard a voice from the far end of the queue.

Zimu looked very happy, "Good! Stand up and let me see you. ”

The recruit stood up, and at first glance he looked like a big white bear of the fighting nation, with big shoulders and a round waist, and a wide body, which looked quite scary, and he looked ten centimeters taller than Sergeant Zmu, and his shoulders were wider than him.

"Your name, soldier."

"Blackging Ridge, sir."

"How do you want to fight me?"

"Sir, you can choose how you want to die. I'm not an easy one to deal with. ”

"Okay, no rules. You're ready to go. Zimu tossed his cane aside.

The contest began, and then it ended.

Sergeant Zmue made a nice over-the-shoulder throw, followed by a twist of the wrist.

Hearing only a 'click', the big white bear lay on its back on the ground, holding its right wrist with its left hand, and wailed loudly: "Oh my God, oh my God! ”

Zimu bent down at him. "Are you alright?"

"Probably, I think I've got a bone, sir."

Zimu turned his head and shouted, "Medic! ”

Then he turned back to look at the recruit, and did not pay any attention to the big white bear lying on the ground.

"The pain is in the heart, and now, who else wants to try it!"

"Report to the instructor, I want to try!"

Wang Hao felt that it was time to play, not to show off, but to fight for the title of 'squad leader'.

When all the recruits arrived at camp last night, they had already been divided into different squads. Each class lives in a dormitory, where they eat and live together.

But no one was appointed as the class leader.

Only during the training of recruits, those who perform well can be elected as squad leaders, and they will have a badge that belongs to the squad leader.

Zimu looked even happier, "Very well, I'm glad that one of you has dared to stand up again, now let me see if you are a man!" ”

As in the previous one, the contest began, and immediately ended again.

Or rather, it didn't start at all.

Wang Hao's current force value, even if he controls and controls, the speed of his attack is not something that Zimu can keep up with.

Wang Hao felt that he kicked out with a slow kick to the extreme, and Zimu only had time to block it with his hand, and then he was kicked away by the huge force carried by his foot.

Zimu was kicked out, barely standing still, clenching his fists, feeling the tingling pain from the sharp pain in his arm. He said, "Very well, I admit that you are a man!" ”