Military orders are like mountains

  In the previous chapter, at night, Lao Hu and Zhou Meng met a "Tang Jiao Guan" on a small hillside next to the ancient Great Wall. He walked with a posture like someone who had broken every bone in his body, emitting a rotten wood smell from his body...

  The third day of military training, today's sky is gloomy and overcast with dark clouds, but it's unusually dry and doesn't seem like it's going to rain.

  Today's situation is a bit different, our instructor Wei is not here. To be exact, many instructors are not here. In the past, it was one company with one instructor, now it's four companies with one instructor, which means three-quarters of the instructors did not show up today.

  We were the 2nd Company of the 4th Battalion, training together with the 1st, 3rd and 4th Companies. The instructor was Instructor Tang from the 4th Company.

  Director Tang just explained one sentence, and other directors had something to do, so they sent us away.

  The second row was behind the first, and Zhou Meng and I stood in the middle of the fifth row of the entire square formation. Every time Instructor Tang walked near the first row, a pungent smell that was hard to bear would come over, and after smelling it for a long time, it felt like there was a stick twisting my brain, making me dizzy and disoriented.

  But what's strange is that after secretly observing the state of the surrounding classmates, except for Zhou Meng who had a frowning face, pale lips and an unbearable expression, everyone else was calm and composed.

  "Today we're practicing goose-stepping, make sure to keep in line! Did you hear that?!" Coach Tang suddenly became extremely serious and bellowed out a sentence, completely unlike his usual lazy demeanor.

  Goose step is a particularly beautiful gait, used for military parades. It's not easy to practice well.

  We are usually students who can only read books indoors, and our originally uncoordinated limbs have long degenerated to the point of uselessness. In the first two attempts, I didn't even lift my feet off the ground, and a host of problems such as hand-foot coordination arose.

  The instructor's serious expression became increasingly gloomy, with a look of impending explosion.

  "What the...! How did you guys learn this!" He suddenly picked up a long-handled spear that had been lying on the ground as decoration, stabbed it into the ground with great force, raising a lot of dust. The spear's handle wasn't strong and broke directly.

  Coach Tang and other coaches got along very well, most of us have seen his good temper, when he was gloomy at first, we didn't take it seriously, and responded to the training in a lazy and casual manner. But just now, his sudden outburst really shocked us.

  The hunched and twisted ones suddenly stood up straight, with their eyes focused one hundred percent.

  "You guys are undisciplined, don't you know that military orders are like mountains? Have you ever heard of it?" He paced back and forth, his eyes seemed to be emitting a faint blue glow, staring at us juniors until we felt chilled.

  "We've had enough!" they chorused.

  "Alright, next is segmental exercise. Start with the arm. Lift your right arm, bend it, and keep your forearm parallel to your body and the ground. Straighten your right arm and swing it backward, don't let it hook outward! Hold for 20 minutes without moving."

  Tang Jiajun changed his previous lazy training and has been shuttling in the team.

  The action itself is not difficult, but the key is the duration. For example, if you are asked to lift one hand and find a comfortable posture to hold it still for twenty minutes, your arm will definitely ache so much that you grit your teeth.

  It was almost eighteen minutes, I only felt that my arm was not mine, and the inexplicable fear of Tang's instructor made me dare not move, so I had to bite my lip and tense up all my nerves to hold on.

  From the tenth minute on, some people couldn't hold out and moved quietly. Several who were discovered by the instructors had their ears pulled if they were boys or hair pulled if they were girls, and were directly thrown to the front of the team.

  Such brutal and merciless behavior further solidified the remaining people's conviction that they dare not make any reckless moves.

  Twenty minutes were up. As soon as Officer Tang waved his hand, the tense nerves all over his body relaxed at once. It wasn't just his arms; his entire body ached unbearably.

  In front of the team stood five girls and two boys, their heads bowed. The left ears of both boys were bright red, with a faint crimson mark, as if they had been pulled injured.

  The instructor slowly walked from the back of the team to the front, circling around these seven people twice, carefully sizing them up.

  "I'll give you two options." He tilted his head, smiling at them as he said: "One, fight with ten long-handled spears. The quality of these spears isn't very good, but they're cheap for you. Two, crawl through here." As he finished speaking, he spread his legs apart and pointed to his crotch.

  Seven people's faces turned bright red as they stared at Officer Tang in disbelief. This was either a punishment that tormented the body or one that lost dignity.

  How can students living in a harmonious society be punished like this, and their sense of justice is immediately ignited.

  "Instructor, we're in university military training now, how can you punish us like this?" The first boy who stood out was glared at by the instructor and his originally not-so-loud voice became softer and softer afterwards, almost to the point of being inaudible.

  "Because, military order. Like a mountain." The instructor stamped his foot on the ground and stepped on the root of a long-handled spear, which suddenly stood up straight. The instructor grasped it and it was in his hand.

  Without a single wasted word, "Crack!" The long-handled spear in the instructor's hand had already struck the boy's left arm, breaking it off. One segment fell to the ground, while the other remained clutched in the instructor's hand.

  The boy's face turned white in an instant, his right hand covering his left arm, he was in so much pain that he sucked in a cold breath, and his forehead was covered in virtual sweat.

  "There are nine more." Officer Tang said coldly.

  Originally thought it was just a joke, didn't expect to start getting serious. It's said that nowadays students have learned to protect their own basic personal safety.

  The classmates of the injured boy immediately surrounded him, surrounding him. The class leader and team leader in the regiment stood out, with a face full of anger, ready to reason with Coach Tang.

  In addition, a few people ran to Zhao Zhengwei's office, preparing to ask him to preside over justice. Others ran to the medical room.

  "Coach, even if it's a violation of military discipline, you can't just hit him!" A northeastern accent rang out, and the one standing in front, blocking the way, was the class leader of the injured boy's class, a boy two heads taller than Coach Tang.

  "There are still nine left." Captain Tang's face was extremely calm, his eyes full of mockery and disdain as he looked at us, repeating the previous sentence again without feeling any guilt.

  No matter what the students said next, he always replied in this way, without changing his expression.

  Following Zhou Meng, they squeezed into the center of the crowd. A girl was supporting an injured boy, tears streaming down her face, probably a couple.

  "Let me take a look." Zhou Meng's hand gently touched the boy's injured arm. "It's a bit fractured, after some simple treatment later, we need to send him to the hospital."

  The bone is broken! The girl cried even more, and most people became even angrier, with their condemnation becoming increasingly fierce.

  At this time, several classmates who went out to find Zhao Zhengwei had already run back, their faces pale, as if they had seen something terrifying...