[Outside the Kings Castle]

"...When you use a shovel, remember one thing," Mason lay on the ground, turning his head to look at the preparatory students behind him, "Never expose any part of his body to the cover."

After saying that, Mason began to demonstrate how to use a shovel in a lie position. He changed to lying down to lying on his side, holding a short-sawed pointed shovel, flew up and down with his arms, and kept filling the soil into the weaving basket next to him. In the blink of an eye, he took out a shallow pit under him.

During the whole process, Mason's body was almost tightly attached to the ground, and his elbows were not exposed outside the weaving basket.

Behind Mason, the reserve officers of the Second Army Academy, including Houdell, lined up to watch the General Affairs Officer rolling in the soil.

The preparatory officers who took Major Richard Mason's class for the first time, look at me, and look at you, both funny and incredible.

A reserve officer named Richard snickered and whispered to the classmate next to him, "Why do you look like a maggot?"

As soon as Richard finished speaking, he felt an external force coming from his legs. The person behind him kicked him without warning, making him stagger and almost fell to bite his shit.

"What the hell are you doing?" Richard stood up again and gritted his teeth and asked the person behind him.

The student who kicked Richard looked at the opener provocatively with an indifferent expression.

Richard recognized who the person who kicked him: a mud-legged man from Tiefeng County named Houdell.

He was going to make a statement on the spot, but then he thought about it, but it didn't happen. He just sneered, turned around, and said contemptuously with a volume that would definitely make everyone around him hear, "That's right, you are all maggots rolling in the mud."

The next second, Richard was pushed down from behind.

Houder rushed to Richard in anger, swung his fist and greeted the latter's face.

But before he could relieve his anger, he was pulled away. Houdel wanted to break free and continue fighting Richard, but the arms that he held him were as iron-soaked as iron.

Houdel turned his head and looked at the person who held him - it was Doug.

Doug shook his head silently but firmly at Houdel. Claude and Majiya also rushed over one after another, blocking between Houdel and Richard's friends.

The conflict between Houdel and Richard was like throwing a grenade into the queue, and the shock wave instantly spread to all directions.

Everyone was looking in their direction, and even the instructors around him noticed the small riot. Only the General Affairs Chief, who was in the front, was still digging the soil selflessly, and did not notice that the students' attention was no longer on him.

Being stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes made Houdel a little more awake, and he whispered to Doug, "I'm fine."

Doug nodded and let go of Houdel.

On the other side, Richard was also helped up. He shook off the arm that helped him up and rushed towards Houder in anger.

At this moment, the baby-faced voice sounded, "Houdeer, you deduct five points."

The voice of the district captain calmed everyone down. As everyone was watching, the baby face walked over from the queue.

He was not anxious at all, nor was he angry, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

But when it comes to deducting points, baby face is not polite at all.

"Lianter Richard, you'll be deducted one point," the two dolls walked between the two sides who were faintly confronting each other, "the others, within five numbers, return to their original position."

"I want to lose points, too?" Richard asked in disbelief.

"Who told you to lose?" said baby-faced with a smile, "I will deduct another point because you have raised questions about the deduction."

The reserve officers present were stunned.

"Three..." The baby-faced look around the students who haven't moved yet, and count down from "Three", "Two..."

Everyone fled to their original location as if they were flying. Claude and Ma Jiya looked at Houdel worriedly before leaving, while Doug just patted his young master's back.

The students' queues instantly returned to order.

On the other side, Mason finally dug the corridor for demonstration. He got up, slapped the dust on his body, pointed at his work with satisfaction, and turned to explain to the students, "Digging half a meter deep and half a meter wide is enough for you to act. The first step is..."

The more he spoke, Mason's voice became smaller. Even if he was slow, he could see that the atmosphere on the scene was a bit weird.

"What's wrong?" Mason turned his head and asked the faculty around him in confusion.

"It's settled," Kadal stepped out of the queue and replied loudly, "Your Excellency."

The reason why Kadal said this was not because he liked to show off, but that none of the other low-level faculty members present did not need crutches when walking, and only he had to put out fires everywhere.

Kadal strided to the senior and explained in a vague way, "There was a little conflict between the students."

"Little conflict?" Mason understood in seconds, and his eyebrows were raised unconsciously, "Are you fighting?"

"Yes."

The reserve officers present thought that the General Manager was about to lose their temper, but a scene that shocked them to drop their chins happened - Major Richard Mason's brows slowly flattened, and a look of nostalgia dimmed on his face.

"It's great to be young," Mason commented with a smile.

Kadal also smiled bitterly.

"Who fought with whom?" Mason asked again.

"Liandir Richard, and Houdell."

"How did you punish them?"

"If you beat it, you will get one point, you will get one point," Kadal replied simply.

Mason looked at Kadal with great interest, "You, like your class monitor, are all cold and warm. When I was in school, I always wanted to fight..."

Kadar was sweating profusely and hurriedly stopped the senior from continuing to say, "Your Excellency, please continue to class..."

Mason also realized that he was talking too much, so he immediately stopped it, cleared his throat, and looked at the students.

Some keen students suddenly discovered that during the whole process, the general affairs chief only asked the district captain "who fights" and "how to punish them". As for "why fights", he didn't ask a single question.

Mason used a shovel as a coaching stick and pointed at the small earth wall he piled out of the corridor. "When digging, remember that all the digging soil must be shoveled to the ground near the enemy's position, and you must not rebel."

He looked at the students and asked expectantly: "Does anyone know why?"

The square formation of the prepared officers was silent.

Mason felt a little embarrassed because he had never been a teacher, so he had to imitate the way he was when he was in school and try to encourage the students, "It's okay, speak boldly."

The square formation of the reserve officers was still dead silent.

Mason glanced at the students and everyone avoided his sight, which made him feel very disappointed.

"First of all, of course, it's because it's waste of earth, but the main reason is..." Mason cheered up and explained, "If you shovel the earth to the ground on the side of the enemy's position, when the enemy fires at you, the shells may land on the mound and bounce back into the corridor.

"Don't think that shells will sink into the soil. Many times, shells are not shot vertically, but will bounce on the wall at an angle; and if it rains and then the sun rises, even the soft soil will be hardened..."

Mason spoke with a dry mouth and a hoarse throat, but the students seemed to be wooden men. No matter how hard he tried, he would not respond.

Seeing this, Mason couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. If he changed himself, he might just fool him or throw him over to others. But Mason couldn't do it, and his strong sense of responsibility made him want to do everything that was handed over to his own hands.

He held his waist and thought about it, and decided to change the class method.

"Forget it, don't stand in the square formation. If you stand like this, what can the people behind you see?" Mason said with a smile, "Come on, come forward and come next to me..."

The students looked at each other, and the instructors didn't understand why.

Mason quipped, "This is a wild place, not a classroom, there are no walls on all sides. If you stand like this, I have to scream so that the people behind you can hear it. Everyone comes forward and save me some saliva."

The instructors understood the General Affairs Chief's meaning. Although they did not understand the General Affairs Chief's intention, they still cooperated with the General Affairs Chief's orders.

So the students hesitated to move forward, gathering around Mason to form a half-moon shape.

"Everyone sits," Mason gestured with a shovel, "Everyone stands, aren't the people behind you even more unable to see?"

The reserve officers sat down according to the orders, and the temporary playground suddenly became much empty.

The teachers and students of the Second Academy gathered in a small open space. Mason could see the face of each student without squinting his eyes, and let every student hear it clearly without yelling.

Because Mason's waist was sore and painful just now, he brought a stack of willow baskets for demonstrations as stools and sat down in front of the students.

"You are tired while standing, and I am tired even when standing," Mason said a little embarrassedly, "so I sit and say, sit and listen."

After saying this, Mason finally got a little response from the students - on the faces of many people, he saw a faint smile.

"A good start," Mason thought to himself, he pondered for a moment and decided to start from where the students were interested.

The next second, the reserve officers heard the General Affairs Officer's words shockingly, "You should all know that I am from the Union Provincial People's Republic of China?"

The nominal figure No. 3 comes from Shanqiandi, which is one of the secrets of the "Second School". From teachers to students, everyone is tacit about this, but no one mentions it.

On this occasion, Richard Mason took the initiative to identify this relationship, which caught the students off guard.

Even the instructors were surprised.

Mason was not confused, but asked again: "You should also know that the people of the United Provinces are called "mudgeboys" because they are good at local work, right?"

Everyone present in the Palatu knows that many people have used the despicable name "Must Boy" very frequently recently, but this is the first time that many people have heard of the origin of this nickname.

"But do you know why it's a 'mud guy', not a 'mud guy'?" Mason continued.

This has stumped the students and instructors.

However, Mason was not here to give the question, so he quickly answered: "Because the terrain in front of the mountain is very low and the groundwater level is very high. You can see mud when you go down with one shovel; you can see water when you go down with two shovels; you can raise fish when you go down with three shovels."

A low burst of laughter came from the crowd of reserve officers.

"So it's very painful to dig trenches in front of the mountain. Every shovel goes down, and it's water and mud," Mason smiled and used the shovel in his hand to dig the soil. "How could it be as comfortable as in Paratu?"

The reserve officers looked at the dust on the uniforms of the general affairs officers, and they could not associate "comfort" with digging.

Mason talked: "In fact, the word "mud bargain" was originally used by the nobles in the mountain to belittle the farmers, because farmers in other places dig food from the soil, while farmers in the mountain to "pile food from the mud" every day.
To be continued...