Chapter 18: Midnight Training ()

"Don't be surprised. In fact, this question involves the quality of the commander," Wu Shaoting walked to everyone slowly and said with great momentum, "If your leader is excellent, then he will never issue unreasonable orders. As for the wrong orders you mentioned, this is inevitable, but an excellent leader can reduce the number of mistakes. Therefore, it is very important to know people and make good use of them throughout the ages."

"I see……"

"This question ends here. It's useless to say this now. If you accidentally follow a big boss named Yuju (Cantonese: idiot), then you can only be considered lucky." Wu Shaoting interrupted everyone's doubts and said.

Although the soldiers could understand Wu Shaoting's words, they still had a question in their minds, that is, is this Lord Wu considered an excellent commander? However, no one dared to ask this question rashly for a while. In their opinion, since Lord Wu was able to study abroad, he should be a capable person.

Wu Shaoting walked to Li Wenqi, took the rifle from him, then retreated to the front of the queue, and said, "Now you all have a look at me, you should do a quick sprint!"

After he finished speaking, he lifted the rifle in the correct posture and demonstrated it to the soldiers.

After the demonstration, he asked the eleven soldiers with guns to leave the line and personally perform the decomposition.

"Reduce the height of your upper body so that you can avoid 40% of the bullets."

"Run quickly because you are exposed to the enemy's shooting line."

"Let the rifle block in front of you, it can help you protect your chest and can fight back at any time!"

"Remember, don't point the gun at yourself and your friendly forces at any time!"

"Don't hinder the sprint of friendly troops, as this will only make you doomed with friendly troops."

After several hours of batch training, the soldiers on the back of the sprint finally barely grasped the key points of a quick sprint.

From this day on, Wu Shaoting asked the soldiers to review the training content of the previous day every day, and then teach new combat movements. He asked the soldiers not to make mistakes from the movements to the formulas, otherwise they would be punished. They would be punished for one lap in the university field once mistakes, five lap in the second time, and one dime was deducted from the monthly salary for the third time.

For this reason, the soldiers finished training during the day and returned to the camp at night to complex memory tips. Several times when someone got up in the middle of the night to pee, they heard people in the same room muttering their dreams.

Starting from the third week, Wu Shaoting once again increased the intensity of physical training. During the running exercises every day, he ordered soldiers to carry sandbags, and the weight of the sandbags gradually increased from five to twenty kilograms. At the same time, he also taught soldiers to learn sit-ups, push-ups, pull-ups, squats and other exercises, and most of the physical punishments were replaced by these exercises.

Although the soldiers felt more and more tired, life became much more fulfilling.

One day at the end of April, it was already night. The backshoe camp had no habit of going to bed late. After training every day, the soldiers were exhausted. After dinner, they had a little leisure time and fell asleep as soon as they touched the bed. In the past, soldiers from other camps came to visit each other, but now the other people saw that an officer who was playing a big sword was making the backshoe to death. They all looked at and stayed away, and the phenomenon of visiting each other disappeared without realizing it.

It can be said that over the past month, the whistle has become a scent of a crowd.

However, the soldiers from other whistles did not feel ashamed of this at all. Instead, they felt that the new whistleman, the chief whistle, was showing off his power.

In the officer dormitory, Wu Shaoting read a book from Germany for a while, which was considered practicing German. At about eleven o'clock, he got up and washed his face, put on a casual outfit and hurried out.

Three days ago, he had an idea. The sentry soldiers had been training for a month, so it was time to give them some assault training. In the 21st century, he had been trained by the superiors a lot. The soldiers on the sentry were much happier. After all, there was no "household affairs" in this era. If they came to the midnight inspection of the housework, they would probably kill everyone.

When he arrived at the small open space in the backshoe camp, Wu Shaoting took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his voice: "Get together! Everyone gathered together! Put on his clothes within ten minutes, all the staff came out to line up, and all those who were late will be paid off next month."

While he repeated his shouting, he walked to the nearest house and punched and kicked the yard gate. A loud noise suddenly broke out.

In just one moment, the backshoe camp recovered from the silence, and panic sounds came from each barracks.

"I'm going to fight a war?"

"Where are my boots? Where are my boots? I'm crazy, I don't light the lights yet!"

"One? I stepped on my stomach, oh hey..."

"It's Lord Wu, it's Lord Wu's voice."
Chapter completed!