After vigorously rinsing his face with well water for a long time, Malan saw his elder brother walking up to him and stuffing a boiled egg into his hand. Malan instinctively pushed back.

"Brother, no need, I've finished eating."

Ma Yong ignored Malan's refusal and immediately added another hand to block the egg that Malan pushed back.

At the same time, he raised his tone and said unquestionably: "Get it. You are still young, and you still need to grow up! We will organize queue training in sentry units in a while. Brother, I will mainly supervise from the side. It is much easier than you! You eat it,

You will also feel more confident when shouting commands, and you can no longer be embarrassed when giving orders."

After saying that, Ma Yong pulled out his hand with a sullen face and turned around to leave.

In their camp, officers above the captain can receive one of these boiled eggs every day. It is a benefit specially arranged by General Manager Li Ping. As for other people, they can only get one every seven days.

Li Ping will not engage in complete egalitarianism. Without military pay, officers have no other benefits and benefits. How can they be more considerate to Li Ping? How can they be willing to sacrifice their lives?

The prerequisite for not seeking any benefits is to have lofty ideals.

And lofty ideals must have rich soil and sound theoretical support.

But in this era, no doctrine has been born yet!

Holding the egg, Malan sighed and muttered: "I have grown up and can lead an army on my own!" Then he peeled it off helplessly and swallowed it in one gulp.

He knows in his heart that he will never grow up in the eyes of his elder brother.

Yelling commands to the queue is the most troublesome thing for Malan at the moment. According to the rules, every time the entire sentry queue trains, their officers above the captain must take turns commanding the entire sentry.

It seems very simple to command General Li Ping, but for some reason, when it comes to them, they are miserable.

And Malan was the worst at shouting among these officers. After all, his training time was the shortest. When he went to the countryside to recruit troops, others had already studied for a few days.

Malan's mind would often go blank when he shouted, and his timing of left, right, and standing would always be wrong.

This made him very embarrassed.

At this time, a long whistle sounded again, and then the whistle leader Duan's strong, gong-like voice came out with a very personal voice: "At the first whistle, everyone faces me and gathers in a horizontal line."

Under the swarm, Malan could only brace himself and run towards the middle of the field.
Chapter completed!