Chapter 13: Unusual Road

The content of the first day of training was arranged very simply. Two hours of military posture and two hours of physical fitness.

Facing the rising sun, fifteen young men stood neatly on the grass in front of the woods.

"Isn't this a little too simple?" The teenagers were filled with confusion.

The Hannotting people are martial, and even those who are eliminated in the selection of mercenaries have good physical fitness. Most of them have had experience in hunting with their parents, and will even become hunters in the mountains in the near future.

"High your feet straight; slightly retract your lower abdomen, naturally straighten your chest; straighten your upper body, slightly lean forward; shoulders should be flat and slightly open backward; arms should naturally droop, fingers should be closed and bent naturally, and the tip of your thumb is attached to the second section of your index finger-" while explaining the key points of your military posture, Link inserted the branches in his hands into the knee joints of the teenagers one by one.

"If you put me in tight, then fall down, I will make him worse than death," Link said loudly.

This is a common technique used by veterans in military posture training. It is simple and effective. Even if they stand under the shade of trees and chat and fuck, they can easily find out who is being lazy.

"The sun is bright today. Please smile and stare at the rising sun with affectionate eyes to welcome the new day." After inserting the branches, Link came to the back of the team and checked one by one behind the teenagers. The method of checking is very simple, which is to use your knees to push the back of the teenagers' knees to see that there seemed to be signs of looseness.

"Yaya, I was so mean to be beaten by a dog that I was beaten to death, and my mouth was broken. The squad leader even called me accused me of being a soldier." The most memorable thing about being a soldier is the first memory, the sweat that was once soaked in military uniforms condensed into green pearls, which were put into the hearts of every soldier.

"Yes, everyone stands like that." Link nodded with satisfaction as he walked. These young men were muscled, full of strength, and they mastered the key points of movements quickly.

"This kind of quality must be included among the recruits in his previous life, and each of them can be called the top one." When Link came into contact with these teenagers, he had an intuitive understanding of the power of this world for the first time. These top ones in his eyes were a pile of residue left after the big waves washed away the sand.

"Oh," accompanied by a soft cry, Link pushed his knee hard, and a ball of meat rolled onto the grass.

"Boss, you're making it hurt behind me." Peter's words made several voyeur boys blush with joy. Their faces were blushing because they endured it too hard.

"If you want to laugh, just laugh it out. How uncomfortable it is to hold it in," Link walked to the team, stepped on the fat man, and said with a smile on his face, "It will be troublesome if you kill your bladder later."

Then he came to Robin and reached out to pinch his face that was tense like a drum: "Especially for you, laugh, laugh, it's okay."

"Report—" Robin was very serious about the training. He repeatedly recalled Link's words in his head, remembering them firmly, "Boss, I can't help it."

"Ha-ha-ha" After saying that, he turned his head and laughed.

Peter struggled to get up from the ground, peeked at Link, and looked at Robin with gloating pleasure: "When I said this, I knew that there was a fool who would accompany me to be punished."

After Robin finished laughing, he found that everyone else stared at the front without looking sideways, and quickly stood up straight and returned to his standard military posture. Peter also sneaked back to his original position.

"Peter, Robin is out of the line" Link shouted.

"Yes" the two of them took a step forward in response.

"Did you see that mountain over there?" Link pointed to the mountain in the distance.

"See it." The two responded in unison.

"Run five rounds," Link said.

"Yes," Robin responded loudly, then ran away.

"—" Peter suddenly said nothing and looked at it with pitiful eyes.

"Peter, you can choose to quit." Link looked at him coldly, "God gave you this body shape, so it's more convenient for you to get out."

"Boss, don't make me laugh, we don't want to run away." The boys next to them moaned in pain.

Peter looked at the hill, gritted his teeth, and rushed out.

Two hours later, Robin came back with Peter who was like a dead dog.

"Accommodate to physical training." Link nodded at Robin with satisfaction.

"Yes," Robin responded loudly. Peter shuddered and stood up tremblingly. With Robin's help, he returned to the team and lay on the ground.

"While training, remember what I said carefully," Link stood in the middle of the team and said loudly.

"In this world, some people have noble backgrounds and enviable family backgrounds. During their growth, not only did they cultivate the nobles and elders, but also added icing on the cake from friends and relatives. After embarking on the road of cultivation, there will be guidance from good teachers and a strong man is ready to become a strong man."

"There is another kind of person who is born ordinary and is at the bottom of society for a long time. He can only achieve a little success by relying on his own hard work, sweat, and even blood, and is eager to win a little respect in this world where the strong are respected. You are such a group of people. In the repeated selections of the mercenary group, you are eliminated again and again. In the eyes of others, you are just a group of pitiful scumbags."

"Robin, a wandering child, your dream is just to eat every meal. What a simple dream, but is this really your dream? No, absolutely not. You say that because the cruel reality makes you numb and despair, you don't even have the courage to think more."

"You, Peter, came from a wealthy family. But you still want to be a mercenary. Why? Because you found that even if you have money, you are just a little rich junk money in the eyes of others. You can buy food and clothing, but you can't buy the respect and status you want."

"George, you gave up the opportunity to join the mercenary because you saw the injustice of this world, but there is no other way to change him. You can only protest in this way. I respect your courage, but is this useful? It's useless. If you are strong enough, you don't have to throw the armor, you can just slap him twice before leaving."

"Daniel, a scar on your face will cause you to lose the opportunity to change your life. Do you want to one day, arrogantly step on William under your feet and say to him: Grandson, I have ten or eight scars on my face, which is your business?"

"—" Link lit the names of the young men, stimulating their nerves one by one. His words were like the evening drum and morning bell, hitting them heavily. The hard work of training was gradually forgotten, and they were completely immersed in the complex emotions brought by these words.

Whether a training method is scientific depends on how much it can stimulate people's potential. This potential is not only physical, but also mental. While strengthening the body, it also constantly prompts their thoughts to change, thereby arousing the desire for battle and the desire for success, and completing the process from forcing the trainer to becoming stronger, to the extreme desire for training.

Link felt that the heads of these boys need to be washed, and he will erase those traditional things during this period of training and inject them with new nutrition. He believes that the method of trying every means in his previous life will definitely help these young people rebuild their confidence and embark on a completely different path in life.

"I just said that, I was not sarcastic and slandering you, but I just wanted you to fully recognize yourself. You are not noble knights, so you don't have to abide by the gods of knights. You are not powerful samurai, so you don't have to obey the rules of samurai. You are just a group of poor people living at the bottom of society, a group of insignificant grassroots know what grassroots are? The leaves of grass can enjoy the nourishment of sunshine, rain and dew on the ground, while its roots can only be silently paid in the darkness.

It is called grassroots complaining and silence, and it is called grassroots complaining and illusion, and complaining about the world is even more futile. What I want to tell you is that history is often created by small people, and great epics are often piled up by grassroots. You must believe in the law of divine rewarding hard work, use your own struggle and endurance and sacrifice to write your own life legend, the prerequisite is that you must find your own path and find the law of survival of grassroots."

"Since you have chosen to follow me, from today on, let all the traditions of knights and warriors in your heads go to me, Link, will guide you on a completely different path."

People say that the army is a melting pot, which can turn gangsters into good people, turn waste into pillars, turn slag into good steel, and forge rust into sharp blades. Everyone who has been in the military has a deep understanding of this. Of course, if something goes wrong in the process of melting, it can also turn a piece of good steel into garbage. In this process, it plays an important role in constraining individual behaviors with collective behavior, strengthening individual will with collective will, and changing people's concepts with strong ideological work.

The reason why Link chose to give such a powerful medicine on the first day of training is to fundamentally transform their minds.

Although he was about to leave Hannotting soon, he believed that during this period, even if he could not train these teenagers as real soldiers, he could polish them with edges and corners.

These young men are the first seeds he sowed in this world with military ideas from his previous lives. He has time to grow with them.

Of course, what grassroots need to take is not an ordinary path.

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Chapter 13: Unusual Road

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The content of the first day of training was arranged very simply. Two hours of military posture and two hours of physical fitness.

Facing the rising sun, fifteen young men stood neatly on the grass in front of the woods.

"Isn't this a little too simple?" The teenagers were filled with confusion.

The Hannotting people are martial, and even those who are eliminated in the selection of mercenaries have good physical fitness. Most of them have had experience in hunting with their parents, and will even become hunters in the mountains in the near future.

"High your feet straight; slightly retract your lower abdomen, naturally straighten your chest; straighten your upper body, slightly lean forward; shoulders should be flat and slightly open backward; arms should naturally droop, fingers should be closed and bent naturally, and the tip of your thumb is attached to the second section of your index finger-" while explaining the key points of your military posture, Link inserted the branches in his hands into the knee joints of the teenagers one by one.

"If you put me in tight, then fall down, I will make him worse than death," Link said loudly.

This is a common technique used by veterans in military posture training. It is simple and effective. Even if they stand under the shade of trees and chat and fuck, they can easily find out who is being lazy.

"The sun is bright today. Please smile and stare at the rising sun with affectionate eyes to welcome the new day." After inserting the branches, Link came to the back of the team and checked one by one behind the teenagers. The method of checking is very simple, which is to use your knees to push the back of the teenagers' knees to see that there seemed to be signs of looseness.

"Yaya, I was so mean to be beaten by a dog that I was beaten to death, and my mouth was broken. The squad leader even called me accused me of being a soldier." The most memorable thing about being a soldier is the first memory, the sweat that was once soaked in military uniforms condensed into green pearls, which were put into the hearts of every soldier.

"Yes, everyone stands like that." Link nodded with satisfaction as he walked. These young men were muscled, full of strength, and they mastered the key points of movements quickly.

"This kind of quality must be included among the recruits in his previous life, and each of them can be called the top one." When Link came into contact with these teenagers, he had an intuitive understanding of the power of this world for the first time. These top ones in his eyes were a pile of residue left after the big waves washed away the sand.

"Oh," accompanied by a soft cry, Link pushed his knee hard, and a ball of meat rolled onto the grass.

"Boss, you're making it hurt behind me." Peter's words made several voyeur boys blush with joy. Their faces were blushing because they endured it too hard.

"If you want to laugh, just laugh it out. How uncomfortable it is to hold it in," Link walked to the team, stepped on the fat man, and said with a smile on his face, "It will be troublesome if you kill your bladder later."

Then he came to Robin and reached out to pinch his face that was tense like a drum: "Especially for you, laugh, laugh, it's okay."

"Report—" Robin was very serious about the training. He repeatedly recalled Link's words in his head, remembering them firmly, "Boss, I can't help it."

"Ha-ha-ha" After saying that, he turned his head and laughed.

Peter struggled to get up from the ground, peeked at Link, and looked at Robin with gloating pleasure: "When I said this, I knew that there was a fool who would accompany me to be punished."

After Robin finished laughing, he found that everyone else stared at the front without looking sideways, and quickly stood up straight and returned to his standard military posture. Peter also sneaked back to his original position.

"Peter, Robin is out of the line" Link shouted.

"Yes" the two of them took a step forward in response.

"Did you see that mountain over there?" Link pointed to the mountain in the distance.

"See it." The two responded in unison.

"Run five rounds," Link said.

"Yes," Robin responded loudly, then ran away.

"—" Peter suddenly said nothing and looked at it with pitiful eyes.

"Peter, you can choose to quit." Link looked at him coldly, "God gave you this body shape, so it's more convenient for you to get out."

"Boss, don't make me laugh, we don't want to run away." The boys next to them moaned in pain.

Peter looked at the hill, gritted his teeth, and rushed out.

Two hours later, Robin came back with Peter who was like a dead dog.

"Accommodate to physical training." Link nodded at Robin with satisfaction.

"Yes," Robin responded loudly. Peter shuddered and stood up tremblingly. With Robin's help, he returned to the team and lay on the ground.

"While training, remember what I said carefully," Link stood in the middle of the team and said loudly.

"In this world, some people have noble backgrounds and enviable family backgrounds. During their growth, not only did they cultivate the nobles and elders, but also added icing on the cake from friends and relatives. After embarking on the road of cultivation, there will be guidance from good teachers and a strong man is ready to become a strong man."

"There is another kind of person who is born ordinary and is at the bottom of society for a long time. He can only achieve a little success by relying on his own hard work, sweat, and even blood, and is eager to win a little respect in this world where the strong are respected. You are such a group of people. In the repeated selections of the mercenary group, you are eliminated again and again. In the eyes of others, you are just a group of pitiful scumbags."

"Robin, a wandering child, your dream is just to eat every meal. What a simple dream, but is this really your dream? No, absolutely not. You say that because the cruel reality makes you numb and despair, you don't even have the courage to think more."

"You, Peter, came from a wealthy family. But you still want to be a mercenary. Why? Because you found that even if you have money, you are just a little rich junk money in the eyes of others. You can buy food and clothing, but you can't buy the respect and status you want."

"George, you gave up the opportunity to join the mercenary because you saw the injustice of this world, but there is no other way to change him. You can only protest in this way. I respect your courage, but is this useful? It's useless. If you are strong enough, you don't have to throw the armor, you can just slap him twice before leaving."

"Daniel, a scar on your face will cause you to lose the opportunity to change your life. Do you want to one day, arrogantly step on William under your feet and say to him: Grandson, I have ten or eight scars on my face, which is your business?"

"—" Link lit the names of the young men, stimulating their nerves one by one. His words were like the evening drum and morning bell, hitting them heavily. The hard work of training was gradually forgotten, and they were completely immersed in the complex emotions brought by these words.

Whether a training method is scientific depends on how much it can stimulate people's potential. This potential is not only physical, but also mental. While strengthening the body, it also constantly prompts their thoughts to change, thereby arousing the desire for battle and the desire for success, and completing the process from forcing the trainer to becoming stronger, to the extreme desire for training.
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