Three days later, in the early morning, a hundred rabbles stood in the middle of the training ground, dressed in a variety of costumes, mostly coarse linen and, of course, shirtless. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Their facial expressions and mental states are also varied, and some even yawn all the time, as if they haven't slept in days.

Captain George's eyes were as sharp as eagle's eyes, and his gaze swept over everyone in the group in turn, and when he looked away from the last man, he finally spoke.

"Look what's standing in front of me? You look like a pile of, not only smelling of, but feeding the maggots. ”

The captain pointed to one of the people in the group, "You, come out." ”

The man looked sleepy-eyed and his soul had already wandered out of the world, but it was the person next to him who touched him before the man reacted, "Ah, Captain, you called me?"

"Yes," the captain said coldly, "come to me, shit." ”

"My name is Abner, Captain, not shit. The man complained.

Some people in the crowd wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud.

"Really? Shit, Abner. The captain sneered, "Get out of here." ”

Someone in the crowd finally burst out laughing, and many of them looked gloating, as if they were looking forward to seeing Abner cleaned up.

Sure enough, Captain George didn't disappoint them.

Abner clutched his stomach in pain, then fell to his knees, his head buried in his chest.

The captain slowly withdrew his right foot, then stepped forward, his palm slowly landing on Abner's head and pushing it gently, and the opponent fell to the ground like a log.

Captain George's eyes swept to the crowd again, and his expression became stern, "Why are you here?" he pointed to someone in the group, "You, answer my question." ”

The man's body tensed, looking extremely nervous, "For... To fill your stomach. ”

His words drew a few disdainful glances, but Captain George did not, and he nodded in agreement, "You're right, I think many of you are here for this. Captain George paused, "But I think you should think about being alive first before filling your stomach, for the dead don't feel hungry." ”

The Captain's words were surprising, and he agreed with what the man had just said, and he was not punished for it. As for the second half of the sentence, most people should have chosen to ignore it.

"What about you?" the captain pointed to the other.

The man straightened his chest, "I'm going to be a knight, captain." ”

"Very well!" said Captain George, exclaiming, "this is a lofty and noble idea, what is your name?" ”

"My name is Couch, Captain. The man replied proudly.

"Kutch, stand in front of me. The captain said.

Couch felt very proud, and seemed to enjoy the feeling of being in the spotlight, for which he unconsciously straightened his chest again, and strode away from the others to the captain.

However, in the next moment, Captain George suddenly exerted force, and an uppercut hit the opponent's abdomen, making a muffled sound.

The punch was so powerful that the man immediately bowed his body, his face flushed.

Captain George pushed the other party down and said coldly, "Idiot!"

"There is no need for such fools among mercenaries," the captain's expression became solemn, "I want to tell you that here... Your only thoughts should be how to live, not some ideals!Can any of you tell me...... What is the number of mercenaries who die each year?"

There was silence in the crowd, and it was estimated that someone didn't want to come out even if they knew.

"I'll tell you," the captain's voice suddenly faded, "in the south, mercenaries die more than five thousand a year, and that number is increasing every year. You should be lucky, for in the North, the number of mercenaries dying every year is more than 20,000. ”

'Woo......' There was a shocked sound from the crowd.

"That's right," the captain paused, "you heard it right, there are less than 50,000 mercenaries in the South, which means that one out of ten of you will die, and that person will probably be someone close to you, or you or all of you. So... I don't want to hear any more stupid things like that, you know!"

"Understood!"

Captain George nodded, "From this moment on, you'd better cheer me up, even if you sleep, keep one ......eye open for me." The Grim Reaper doesn't come to you when you're ready, it's staring at you at all times, and... They are everywhere. ”

Payne saw a hint of strangeness in Captain George's eyes, he didn't know what Captain George had been through, but he could see that the other party's eyes were almost the same as when he faced the demon before.

Somehow, the memories of the previous body involuntarily popped up, and the scene at that time seemed to be right in front of me...... , an inexplicable fear ensued. Unlike the life and death he had experienced before, it was a fear from the heart, and he could feel that fear was taking away his will.

Payne didn't dare to think about it anymore, and then pinched his thigh hard, and the pain that touched the nerve instantly dispelled the fear, and his mind calmed down.

Captain George was looking at the two men who fell to the ground at this time, with a look of disgust, "If you still want to join the mercenary team, get me back into the team, or get out of here." ”

The two men immediately got up from the ground and returned to the group in a gray manner, and to their surprise, no one in the group laughed at the two of them.

Seeing the two returning, Captain George continued, "Over the next month, I'm going to teach you how to survive as much as you can on a mission or on the battlefield,... So, if you're dealing with me, you're dealing with yourselves. I think... As long as it's not a pig brain filled with... It should not be difficult to understand the meaning of this sentence. ”

No one in the team said anything, and their eyes became solemn, and everyone knew that the harsh training camp was about to begin. Whether or not you survive will be especially important in the next month.

……

The first of the training camp is the same as Morgan said before, physical training.

In this day and age, there's no better way to train your body, and there's basically nothing else to do it than long-distance running and weight-bearing running.

The Hundred Recruits ran around the soccer field-sized training ground, perhaps because there was no breakfast to serve, and only in the third lap were left behind, and there were more than one of them.

Captain George held a rattan whip in his hand and whipped it at those who had fallen from the line, and even from a distance of more than a dozen yards, he could hear the whip slapping against his body, and the howl of killing a pig.