Chapter 230 Training Situation

The straw sandals sank into the mud, squeezing out the brown-black soil and muddy water together.

Brune stood stiffly in the rain. Not only him, but fifty new recruits in the same team also stood in the fine rain.

Because the team of recruits that Krushou was in came last in yesterday's one-kilometer group run, the entire team would be punished.

But in fact, there were three people in Crush's team who made it into the top 100, and most of the rest reached the finish line before the second to last.

However, since Horn implemented a collective system, the last person to arrive was counted, which resulted in the Crush team being the last one.

"It's obviously not me who came in last..." someone muttered in a low voice.

Crush turned his head sharply: "Who, who is talking?"

The only response he got was a deep silence. After a few days of training, they knew that speaking without permission would result in a beating with a stick.

"I have reiterated many times that you are not one person, but a team." Kruxiu said coldly as he walked around the twenty recruits. "Once you are on the battlefield, your achievements will be collective achievements, and your punishment will also be collective punishment. I just heard someone talking, so all of you will stand for another quarter of an hour! Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

"louder."

"Yes--"

The cold rain slapped their faces, flowed down their collarbones, soaked their chests, and took away the last bit of heat they had.

But they still didn't dare to move, and just cast their eyes towards the fence not far away from them.

A dozen disobedient recruits had their hands tied to black wooden stakes, their thin pants were stripped off, revealing their numb buttocks.

The officers and child soldiers held long, straight black piety-infusing sticks and whipped the buttocks of the recruits who had made mistakes one by one. Some of the child soldiers were young and weak, and even needed to run to gain leverage to achieve the best effect.

"Oooo--"

“Oh hey oh——”

The screams like those of a slaughtered pig echoed in the rain, in the ears of the new recruits marching in formation, and in Brune's heart.

In the cold rain, he felt a burning pain in his buttocks, and even the cold was somewhat eliminated by the heat. This was an old injury he had suffered the day before.

That was because he turned left or right incorrectly three times in a row, so Crushu pulled him out of the team to practice alone.

Brune didn't even dare to recall how painful it was. He would hit the side where he turned wrong, and after hitting the buttocks, he hit the palms. The two of them stayed up like hawks until 11 o'clock at night.

In the end he could actually tell the difference between left and right, but he was always a beat slow and couldn't keep up with the rhythm, so he was beaten again.

Although he was often bullied, he had never been tortured or beaten like this.

After being beaten to the point of collapse, Brune tried to play badly, but was beaten up. He tried to escape but was caught and beaten up again, and was locked up in a small dark room.

For the entire day, no one spoke, no one responded, there was no water or food, and it was pitch dark.

However, in this small dark room, Brune, in despair, finally completed the necessary step for ruthless people - enlightenment.

If my brain can't react, then I can just stop thinking.

"turn right!"

After standing for two quarters of an hour, Crushu, who was wearing a rain cloak, suddenly roared.

Stamping the soft mud, Brune's body moved numbly, and he and the people around him turned to the right in unison.

This time he was neither slow nor wrong, because he gave up thinking and just listened to Crush's orders numbly.

"Turn right, turn left, step forward, and get into formation!"

"Take a step back, turn one step to the left, take a step back and turn, turn back! Arrange the formation!" With the continuous commands, the twenty exhausted recruits basically lost most of their thinking ability and just followed Krush's orders numbly.

"Very good. No one made a mistake today. It seems that the small dark room is effective, Brune."

"Yes!"

"I'm not praising you, but you're getting too proud." Crush smashed the ground with the Piety Infusion Stick, splashing a puddle of muddy water. "Everyone, head to the cafeteria."

Standing on the side of the road, Horn looked at the group of tired and numb soldiers and smiled.

In fact, based on Horn's experience during this period, although Brune is slow to react, he is considered to be in the upper middle of the second echelon among these recruits.

Horn's Salvation Army regiment is mainly composed of refugee laborers. For a long time, they have lived in the wild and survived in a self-sufficient state.

In this environment, they need to fetch water and chop firewood by themselves, collect wild fruits and vegetables by themselves, and do short-term jobs paid by the day. They cannot do the same thing for a long time.

While this makes them independent, knowledgeable and determined, it also leads to their weaknesses of low efficiency, inability to concentrate and laziness.

The best performing first echelon of this group of recruits are often occupations such as urban laborers and trackers.

They do the same work every day and require a certain degree of collective cooperation, and they adapt best to military camp life.

The second echelon consisted mostly of exiled armed peasants and public book peasants.

They occasionally need to perform labor together and carry out long periods of collective farming and harvesting, which requires them to have a certain degree of obedience and experience.

The worst third echelon consists of refugees, beggars, bandits and the like.

In addition to laziness, they also have many bad habits such as complaining, arrogance and disobeying orders.

What makes Horn frustrated is that the number of people in the third echelon is basically the sum of the number of people in the first two echelons.

It would be extremely difficult to overcome their bad habits through training. So far, Horn has killed more than twenty difficult-to-train soldiers.

In the end, he even had to send back some recruits who were unable to adapt and replenish them from the reserves.

The current loss rate is about 3%.

After ten days of training, despite the threats and inducements of money, hatred and sticks, the soldiers finally persevered.

These teams of new recruits, which may not be able to form neat lines when marching, can actually be clearly distinguished from other teams of new recruits.

This was quite an achievement for the recruits who initially marched in formation like piles of feces floating on water.

"The next phase is the physical strengthening phase." Horn flipped through the patent leather notebook in his hand.

Although it is called an intensive period, Horn had interspersed physical training into the previous queue training to lay a good foundation for them.

After ten days of training and nutritional supplements, the soldiers' weight increased significantly and their faces looked less pale.

"We can give them some breathing training during these seven days," Jeanne added.

Horn nodded: "Okay, but you have to watch. Only some people can practice. Many people's bodies haven't adjusted yet. I'm afraid something might happen."

"okay."

"Tomorrow is the physical strengthening period. We can arrange some entertainment activities tonight, such as singing or snacks, to let them relax." Horn turned his head and instructed Thomas and Jessica.

Thomas patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, everything has been arranged."

"Okay." Horn asked Futseva to bring the horse over. "Shilov sent a message saying that a new type of textile machine has been developed. I'll go take a look. I'll leave the evening's affairs to you."

"Okay, then I'll give them a snack tonight. I'll just eat giant spider meat."

(End of this chapter)