Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 190 Training

To some extent, Claude has become a legend among the recruits, clashing with the veterans as soon as they entered the battalion and sending six veterans to the treatment centre. Though he himself was sent in, this did not diminish his glory, and Claude, promoted by the four noble sons of his fellow account, has earned heroic prestige among the recruits who subsequently enlisted.

Now that he has returned to the camp after having been physically rehabilitated, he has become the target of concern for the recruits. Almost all the recruits have been paying attention to him along the way, and some people have shouted their praises well, which makes Lieutenant Sderry, who escorted Claude back to the camp, very uncomfortable.

“Lieutenant Moster, recruit Claude. Fields three days in solitary confinement has been punished and is now in camp, please sign.” Lieutenant Sderry handed over a document to a lieutenant officer with a big beard in the tent in his face. Claude stood behind him curiously gauging this bigger command tent than the camp tent.

Lieutenant Big Beard didn't say a word, and the documents were signed shortly after he took them. Lieutenant Sderry retrieved the document and thought about it: “Lieutenant Moster, I hope you will pay more attention to this training of Claude and make him a qualified and disciplined Blue Feather Corps soldier sooner rather than let him tarnish the honor of this Blue Feather on our cap...”

Lieutenant Moster looked up at Lieutenant Sterley in astonishment: "Lieutenant Sterley, you are in charge of the Military Justice Department and the Gendarmerie Unit, and training soldiers is not your specialty. As for how to train new recruits, I have experience. Believe me, any new recruit in my hands will soon become a qualified Legion soldier...”

Lieutenant Sterley turned around and left with his face shut. Lieutenant Moster, with a smile on his back, asked Claude: "Why did you offend him and let him stare at you like that? ”

Claude didn't know what to say, but shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands out, and did nothing.

Lieutenant Moster patted Claude on the shoulder: "Relax, it's okay. You know, you're a hero to recruits now. Personally, I think you're actually doing a good job, six fights apiece, and you're good. And you're the first one to stand steady after three days in solitary confinement. So I reward you for a half-day break without training this afternoon. What matters now is to take a bath, then go to the cafeteria and have a good meal, go back to the camp tent and get some sleep. It won't be so easy to start training tomorrow. ”

Claude stood upright and gave Lieutenant Moster an unsatisfactory military service: "Thank you, sir. ”

Returning to the camp tent, Claude was immediately surrounded by four noble brothers, Abyev, Muriel, Diaved and Berklin, who were warm and enthusiastic.

The rest of the beds in the tent already have owners, and the unknown recruits look with envy at the four noble sons calling Claude the boss.

It will be near noon, when the morning training is completed, when the recruits return to the battalion to wait for the canteen to eat. According to Abyev, there is more than an hour of rest after lunch, enough for everyone to take a nap. Afternoon training generally starts at 2: 30 and ends between 4 and 5: 00. In all seriousness, the training time is four to five hours a day.

This training seems relaxed, Claude's a little confused. Is this the three-month recruit training that's so famous? It doesn't look like a big deal. I haven't trained as rigorously as I did at a previous university...

“It's been a tough day to train so hard every day for three months. Still the boss, a trip to the treatment center is half a month away, now it's back to camp, so much less training time...” Muried exclaimed.

Berklin weighs Muriel up and down with no good intentions: "Why don't you give me a beating, as long as you can stand the pain, and I promise you can stay in therapy for ten and a half days without further training. ”

“Boo, you think beautifully,” Muriel rolled his white eyes: “Well, I'm still trained, at least that way I can run and jump, which is better than lying in a hospital bed and not moving. ”

“Come on, guys, your enthusiasm makes me happy. Although you don't dislike the smell on me, I can't stand it myself. Now I'm going to take a shower before I eat. We'll talk when I get back.” Claude said to four self-identified aristocratic brothers.

“Boss, I'll go with you. I was trained to sweat in the morning, and I'll take a shower.” Abyev made a courageous decision to accompany Claude to the bath.

So the three of them also went, and the five of them took their clothes and went to the bathroom.

In fact, it's really convenient for four little brothers, Claude even got his back rubbed by Berklin in the shower, washed his hair, brushed his teeth, cut his toenails, and made the four little brothers very considerate for the waiter. Screwed towels, toothbrushes with toothpaste were sent to Claude, and even changed dirty clothes were sent to Muriel to wash.

The bathhouse in the military camp is actually a stream on the mountain that diverts water and uses bamboo canisters and ceramic pipes to bathe in a compartment of the bathhouse. There is nothing unsatisfactory about it except that the stream is a little cold. Claude cleaned up and felt comfortable, changing into his new uniform and taking his four little brothers to the cafeteria.

It was only in the cafeteria that it was discovered that only four large stoves were now two more. Abyev told Claude that this was an expansion of the military barracks following a fight he had had with the veterans over a canteen fight. Six large stoves. The leftmost two are for veterans who train officers, the middle two are for those who were originally in the barracks, and the rightmost two large stoves are for recruits who are recruiting in the barracks.

Two more large stoves may not have gone to the treatment center with the veterans earlier. At this point, Claude believed that Dr. Perente said that there were more people in the regiment who were thinking about dealing with problems with their asses. There was nothing wrong with that, and they wouldn't have corrected it if something had happened.

Even with two more large stoves, the dining room dishes were the ones Claude saw the first time he went, potato stew ribs, black bread chips with bacon, a fist-sized boiled apple, and black tea.

It's just that Claude ate three days of black bread and fresh water in the cell, and this time he saw some drooling in the meat. I can't wait for the chef to get me two extra ribs while I'm cooking. On the contrary, the four noble brothers of Abyev are tired of eating a constant canteen meal this time of year. But they knew it would be hard not to eat a full afternoon of training, so they barely stuffed food in their mouths.

Claude wolf swallowed a large lunch box of potato stewed ribs clean to eat and simply got up and went to fight another lunch box. The chef was very happy, but I didn't expect anyone to think that their stewed potato ribs were delicious, so I added two more spoons, almost holding on to Claude.

Just as Claude had a good time, a veteran came over and put his lunch box at Claude's table and stared at Claude.

“Hello, can I help you?” Claude swallowed the food in his mouth and looked up at it. The old soldier's face in front of him looked tough and unpleasant.

“You're Claude. Fields?” The veteran smiled and asked, revealing his neat white teeth.

“It's me, you are? ”

“I'm Sergeant Fitney, you don't know me, but I've known you for a long time, and I'm here to thank you for putting my brothers in therapy and giving them a good rest...” the veteran said with a smile to Claude.

Sergeant Fitney? This name is familiar... Soon Claude remembered what Medical Soldier Bell said to himself, saying that the heads of the veterans he sent to the treatment center were Sergeant Fitney, so be careful, because Sergeant Fitney threatened to give himself a good look while eating...

Claude stood up vigilantly and revealed his guard: "What do you want? ”

The veteran, Sergeant Fitney, shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm not going to lecture you here, we're all training now, so I haven't had time to lecture you yet. But I promise you, we'll see each other soon, and you won't get out of my hands. ”

After that, Sergeant Fitney turned around and left. Claude looked at his back and suddenly felt a headache. It seemed that the fight with the veterans was not over, and the consequences would continue. I just don't know what the last thing Sergeant Fitney said meant. How could he be so sure that he couldn't escape his hand?

The four noble brothers next to him didn't speak until Sergeant Fitney walked away and reacted: “Who is this? It's disgusting to see such a baked face. Otherwise, boss, let's go together and beat him up to the treatment center to accompany his brothers. How dare you talk in front of us...”

Claude rubbed his nose beam and frowned: "Come on, you're so arrogant when everyone else walks away. Forget it, I don't want you to beat him up. Help me find out what this Sergeant Fitney is up to these days. ”

“Okay, boss, let's find out for sure how old Sergeant Fitney was when he stopped urinating when he was a kid.” Berklin patted himself in the chest and said.

The next day, Claude began training for recruits, as he was more than a dozen days behind other recruits, so the Chief Instructor, Lieutenant Moster, had arranged for a corporal to open a small stove for Claude. The corporal was an acquaintance of Claude's, who, on his first day at the barracks, received his Corporal Gro at the behest of Ensign Gilp.

Looks like this Corporal Gross is very much appreciated by the lieutenant officers, and he's everywhere. But Corporal Gross was born silent, speechless, and the response to talking to him was either yes or no. Otherwise, Claude wanted to ask him why there was no place for him in the veteran who trained the sergeant.

Corporal Gross's small stove for Claude was nothing more than a military ceremony, discipline and military posture, and what it meant to be familiar with the sounds of various military calligraphy. In just three days, Claude quickly gained access to this knowledge and action essentials. For example, military ceremonies, unlike those seen in Claude's previous life, are hand gestures. In the previous life, the marching ceremonies had flat palms, but here they were vertical, palms open, four fingers together, thumbs pointed at the temple.

It is said that this is also an ancient modus operandi in which the rival generals of the two sides met to show that their right palms had no small instruments hidden in them, to show their sincerity in the talks between the two sides and to present themselves in a military gesture that is now the majority of the countries of the Farea continent.

Military discipline relies on the hard back of death memory. Military posture is nothing more than standing and walking. The requirement is to keep your chest upright. When making big strides, be careful to cooperate with the steps of your surrounding companions. There are no goose steps and walking methods. The voices of the military trumpets are also very simple, mostly in one or two short or short lengths, which may be the reason for fearing that soldiers can easily confuse the voices of the military trumpets.

Lieutenant Moster was very pleased that Claude had caught up with all the recruits in just three days. After examining Claude, he praised Corporal Gross and announced that Claude would be able to attend the training tomorrow without any more private training.

Claude then attended recruit training at the Grand Stadium, queuing up every day and walking around the stadium. Instructors held long bamboo poles and yelled beside the queue to maintain speed, keep the queue neat, keep the front and rear queues distant, and so on. Sometimes a few recruits will be picked out with bamboo poles to keep them on the side, and then the soldiers in the back queue will fill the vacancies in the front queue, replenishing them in a row...