Chapter 226 A New Day for New Soldiers in the Recruitment Camp

On the ruins of the town, along the bumpy gravel road, a dozen open carriages were moving slowly forward.

There were a dozen or twenty new recruits sitting in each carriage. They were wearing linen robes and looked enviously at the black cavalrymen escorting them.

They all wore beautiful woolen coats.

Brune leaned his back against the bed as the carriage swayed, looking at the gap in the bed floor with a sad face.

Unlike other recruits who were discussing excitedly, he was not in high spirits and even a little scared.

He didn't want to join the army, but when Merikso ridiculed him as a fool that day, he couldn't help but argue with him.

As a result, for some unknown reason, he was registered on the military roster by the monk.

It would not have been difficult to resolve this misunderstanding, but unfortunately, after the registration was completed, the centurion Mosan scolded Merikso for obstructing conscription and forced him to apologize to him.

If I say that I don't want to be a soldier, I will not only offend Merikso, but also three big shots: Merikso, Mosan and Brother Jim.

Those little shoes must be worn until they are full, right?

Brune was just timid and slow to react, he was not stupid. After figuring out the whole story, he was numb.

If you go to the recruit camp, you will really go to the battlefield to fight. If you don't go to the recruit camp, you will come back in disgrace and will definitely be harassed by the resentful Merikso.

Finally, under Gaskul's persuasion, Brune decided to join the army first to avoid the current disaster.

As for what to do in the future, we can only take it one step at a time.

Brune raised his head and saw the other recruits looking at him with sarcastic eyes.

These recruits were from the same hundred or even ten households as him, and Brune was notorious for his cowardice.

They didn't say it, but they knew the whole story in their hearts. They just looked at Brune meaningfully from time to time while chatting and playing.

"Combotham, have you ever been a mercenary before?"

"Hey, it wasn't long, just seven or eight years, and we fought a few small battles, like the one with Maharaja Papani. I was there and saw with my own eyes how the commander of the Jeshka Corps angrily killed the deserters."

"Then you must take us with you more often."

Then Combotham patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I am a veteran captain in the mercenary army and I often lead new recruits. Let me teach you. Do you know what kind of new recruits are most liked by the veteran captain?"

"strong?"

"Tall?"

"Wrong." A smile appeared on Kang Bosom's face. "It's fierce. You have to be fierce. If you're not fierce, how can you kill people on the battlefield?"

When Brune heard the word "murder", he shuddered subconsciously.

"... Some people on our carriage, I won't name them, they will definitely not be liked by the instructor, they are too cowardly, they have no strength, they look big, but they are even smaller than a few... Hey, Brune, do you think I'm right?"

Brune smiled and nodded: "Yes, yes."

"Hahahaha-"

The cold wind of early winter brought with it damp moisture, wetting the sage and wood sorrel on the roadside. Amid Brune's melancholy, the military camp finally appeared behind the hillside.

Unlike the small town blocks, the Aiel Barracks was renovated by Horn using beastman prisoners of war and the Trinity Education Team to do hard labor.

It took them nearly twenty days to finally complete the repair.

Even after that, even if new recruits are in training, the barracks still have to continue to be repaired to welcome more new recruits.

One of the main reasons why Horn recruited new soldiers in batches was that the military camp had not been fully repaired and could not accommodate too many people.

The gate in front of the fence slowly opened, and Brune looked up to see an arched wooden frame slowly passing overhead.

The carriage entered the semicircular square in front of the military camp. On the compacted ground, a layer of red and white stones was densely laid as floor tiles.

A dozen veteran instructors wearing Salvation Army uniforms stood together. Their neat and majestic uniforms and bloody temperament attracted everyone's attention.

How nice it would be if I could wear this suit? Brune looked at the old soldiers with envy.

"We're here, lazy fellows. You're lucky to get a ride in the carriage." A black-clad cavalryman with a scar on his mouth yelled at them, "Go, go, go, get off the carriage!"

Before the driver stopped the carriage, these young men jumped out and looked here and touched there.

Some people even walked straight towards the guards at the door, but were knocked to the ground by a gun barrel, becoming the first casualty in the recruit camp.

After all the recruits got off the carriage, the carriage immediately turned to pick up other recruits. When the gate was completely closed, a black-hatted brigade captain stepped forward:
"Don't look, this is a military camp."

"You pieces of shit are going to spend twenty days in boot camp and become stronger pieces of shit."

"You are here, just remember three things - follow orders, follow orders and follow orders!"

"If you don't know what it means to obey orders, remember one sentence - the brigade commander is always right!"

The recruits standing in the front row scratched their itchy ears, not understanding why the instructor spoke so loudly.

"My name is Coleman, a veteran who participated in the Battle of Little Muddy Ditch, the Battle of Gaotai Mountains, and the Bloody Battle of Fort Jeanne. His Majesty the Saint Sun sent me to discipline you.

We veterans are your best big brothers. If you have any questions, you can ask us and we will tell you kindly. Now we will start calling the roll, starting with you!"

"Fergan Hienri!"

"Here!" the farmer named Fugan waved immediately.

"In the military camp, you are only allowed to answer yes and yes, and start over!"

An old soldier stepped forward and pulled Fugang out of the crowd: "Here...here."

"Not strong enough, try again!"

"I can't hear you. I can't hear you at all!" "Don't you have any eggs? Try again!"

The old soldiers immediately pointed at the farmer and yelled, forcing the farmer to yell seven or eight times until his voice broke before they were satisfied.

At this time, an old soldier came out, grabbed Fergan's collar, dragged him aside, and began to teach him how to stand one by one.

"Next, Tyler Teen!"

"To!"

"Okay, very energetic."

Taylor was also taken away by another veteran to teach him how to stand and what to do.

Under Coleman's roll call, this batch of hundreds of recruits were confirmed to have arrived, and were taken away one after another by the veterans who served as instructors.

"Next, Brune Guillaume!"

"..."

"Brunne! Brunne!"

"Here!" Brune quickly pushed through the crowd and walked forward, seeing Coleman with a face full of flesh in front of him.

"Mad, you're quite big, but your voice is so soft?"

"You want to fight with such a small voice? Come again!"

"arrive--"

It took Brune about ten shouts before Coleman let him go.

A young officer came forward and patted him on the back. "You are quite tall. Maybe you can be a vanguard. I am Crush, your brigade commander. Now, shut up and follow me. Don't ask any questions."

Looking at the back of the officer who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, Brune said nothing and followed behind him obediently.

Although this officer named Crush was young, his status was not low, and the other veterans looked at him with respect.

Considering his age, Brune felt that he was most likely a member of the Boy Scouts.

Arriving at the drill field, Crush took the arm-length devotion-infusing stick from the rack and tapped the ground.

Brune looked at him blankly.

Crush didn't hit them directly. Although Horn gave them the right to use the Pious Infusion Stick and the Heart-burning Kick, they were only allowed to use them after they really made a mistake.

If a soldier reports that a veteran in command used corporal punishment in violation of regulations, the veteran would also be punished.

"Here, stand still!"

"Oh oh oh." Brune immediately stood in that position obediently.

There were already three new recruits in front of him, their bodies tensed and their teeth gnashing.

Because of his tall stature, Krush was assigned to the last position.

"Don't say oh oh oh, say yes!" Crush frowned and looked at the big man.

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll teach you how to stand now. Do you see the person in front of you? Do the same as him, with your back straight, your hands on your thighs, your heels together, and don't shake."

Under Cruciu's instruction, Brune stood as he requested, though his back was a little hunched.

But Horn's requirements for them were not high, just good enough. How could he expect them to reach the training level of later generations?
"Okay, keep standing there until I come back." Crush shouted to the remaining recruits, "You too, don't be lazy."

The recruits immediately straightened their bodies.

But as soon as Crush disappeared behind the house, the other three recruits immediately relaxed.

They rolled their shoulders, sat down and rubbed their knees and calves, and gathered in a circle, swearing.

"I don't understand what we are standing for?"

"It's not that I'm afraid of standing, but I don't want people to move. What's the reason for hitting them if they move?"

"I am a person favored by the Holy Spirit. If I can't give you a holy gun, I should at least have a spear or a dagger. What's the point of standing here with nothing in my hands?"

"Can you kill the enemy by standing still day and night?"

A few people grumbled and complained for a long time before they realized that Brune was still standing.

"Hey, big guy, stop standing there, come over and talk." The new recruit who claimed to be the Saint's Favored One shouted at him.

Brune shook his head stiffly. "No, the instructor said to continue standing and wait for him to come back."

"Just wait until he comes back."

"I can't remember this posture. I forgot how to stand when he came back." Brune replied with a grunt.

The Saint-Favored One shook his head and said, "You flatterer, stand if you want."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone from the recruit brigade next door suddenly shouted, "Hey, look, is that the Pope?"

The people who were sitting on the ground immediately stood up and looked towards the hill: "Really, it's really His Holiness the Pope."

"Look, look, His Holiness the Pope is waving at us."

"Your Majesty, I am here—"

"Your Majesty, we respect your teeth—"

(End of this chapter)