It is absolutely impossible to train an elite in a month. Well, of course, as far as common sense is concerned, it does. This is something that anyone with a little bit of a brain can know.

But since they are all in the sea in front of many generals in the staff headquarters, there is definitely no way to regret it.

If you say it behind your back, Captain Angelina is just an incompetent person who likes to brag and show off her appearance. Then, the rest of my life will really have to be spent in "darkness".

However, if the conclusion is to be drawn to the fact that the qualifications of this group of trainees are questionable, even the best Captain Angelina in the empire cannot save them. The essence of that change completely.

Driven by ideas such as "if you want to blame, you should blame the officers and uncles of the staff headquarters". In addition, with Brigadier General Lee Albert's special permission to "extraordinary times and extraordinary means", I directly trained these people to the point of being on the verge of the limit. As for not being able to do it, it's not something I'm going to think about.

Of course, in fact, I was aiming to train everyone to the point of ruin. Those resentments against colleagues and superiors directly changed the law and appeared on the trainees.

As long as they can't afford to train, they give up halfway. Then my worries were relieved.

Of course, I don't want to be called an abusive boss. At least, I'm not imbecile enough to use senseless violence.

Everything was done with the aim of becoming the most elite Imperial soldier.

However, if it was reduced to the desired value, the remaining trainees still did not reach the level I wanted. I can only use the last killer feature to perform a "disgusting brainwashing" on them.

In short, after surviving the second week of field marching, the last week of "special forces" training subjects plus brainwashing education. Things like survival, escape, resistance, counter-interrogation, wilderness survival, etc., are carried out exactly according to the real-world special forces training curriculum.

In a word, everything is according to how to develop a good commander. My aim is that in the future, any one of them, whether they are carrying out individual missions or commanding operations in any unit, will be able to do it. Even if it is eliminated, it can reach the point of refreshment.

Of course, sleep time and food supplies will also be changed accordingly in response to the sudden battle of the illusion. For example, during a rush march, rest and eating time will be eliminated, and the mech worn will only be minimally functional, and sudden encounters will cancel sleep time. If it is found that the mecha is used to cheat, the family will be disqualified from continuing the assessment on the spot.

Under normal circumstances, only sapper shovels can be used in groups of three, and weapons are only allowed to be used if they encounter enemy forces again. For example, the live ammunition of the Magic Missile during the shelling.

It is worth noting that I privately bribed the logistics management of the base. At the very least, apart from the normal walking function and defensive skills of these trainees, the other parts have been dismantled. Even the ammunition ration for weapons was only a measly ten rounds per person.

In addition, because of low blood sugar and lack of sleep, I have frequent drowsiness and irritable temper. Occasionally, there will always be a few unlucky eggs that will be affected.

Certainly, when the trainees are on a rapid march, or when they are simulating a sudden encounter, or when they are under artillery bombardment, I have to accompany them, even in person. When they have survived a stage of training and can take a short break, I have to make targeted changes and adjustments for the next step of training, just like a teacher corrects a student's homework.

If only they could understand my painstaking efforts. Of course, I must have been cursed by this group of people.

Today, you will no longer be useless Spirits, because you have graduated. You will say goodbye to your useless past, and from today onwards, you will be members of the Empire's most elite Rapid Reaction Force.

Each of you is unique, and the honor of the Imperial soldier will accompany you for the rest of your life. However, keep in mind that the bonds of your comrades will also stay with you until the moment of loss. No matter where you are in the future, you will be your brothers and your dearest comrades-in-arms here.

Soon he will go to the battlefield. Some may not be able to return. However, keep this in mind.

Soldiers would have died. We also exist precisely because of death. However, our Motherland will live forever. Therefore, the Empire expects you to fight forever.

In essence, only a group of trainees attended the graduation ceremony. Even the staff officers directly under the military headquarters did not show up.

——On the makeshift graduation stage, I tried my best to use sensational words to give a graduation speech for these brothers and sisters. In my inexplicable speech, I had just said this sentence and forgot the content of the previous sentence. Although, there is still the impression in my brain that I seem to have said these words. But, unfortunately, due to lack of sleep, I have to admit that my memory is debilitating again.

Moreover, even though he is in the growth period, his height has no intention of increasing at all. There is another problem that I care about the most, my chest is still in a flat state.

If it weren't for the fact that I deliberately had long hair, smooth skin, and no Adam's apple, which is unique to women. As long as you cut your hair short, you can have a fight with boys.

This made me somewhat embarrassed in the sisters' gathering of the Northern Army. Elpa, in particular, always shows her choppy XXX in front of me, intentionally or unintentionally. Although, judging from the qualifications alone, she is already a battle-hardened female warrior.

Also, my current military rank is the same level as Loya. She's the Captain Ranger Commander, and I'm the Captain Rapid Reaction Team Leader.

That's why I hate who I am.

For this kind of thing, I deliberately sought out the military doctors and priests in the army. As a result, both sides said that they could not do anything, and the military doctor said that my developmental delay was due to an endocrine disorder caused by long-term high-intensity training. The priest shook her head and said that her light did not have the function of inducing growth. Since both of them were sincere and big-eyed, I couldn't resist the urge to beat people up because I was staring at my chest and shaking my head.

Soon, rumors spread in the base that it was forbidden to talk about breast-related topics while the captain was present.

Damn, you guys, you ...... so much. I should have left you all on the snow and fed the wolves!

"Adjutant, adjutant. ”

"Captain, are you looking for me?"

Kakawi, who was full of sleepy eyes, hurriedly pushed the door in through the outside, and there was still a line of slander at the corner of his mouth.

Damn, actually go to work and sleep lazily?

"Ah, Lieutenant. You and Ensign Tifa go check on the recent rumors about the base. Remember, it's about the morale of the fighters. ”

I was fine, but I suddenly thought of how to punish Kakawi.

On the training ground of the base, Tifa, who was practicing swinging his sword, couldn't help but sneeze. Touched his nose and muttered, who was talking about himself. When the image of his senior sister popped up in his mind, he couldn't help but shudder.

"God, but don't be her!"

In the office, after I had finished telling the story, I got up and left.

"Captain, where is this going?"

"Of course I know how to go to school, can I compare with you?"

I said angrily.

Before Jetuah signed and stamped my diploma, I was still a student at the Imperial Military Academy.

Yes!!!

I'm really asking for trouble.

I feel like I'm going crazy.