Under the scorching sun, Ji Yijun held a wooden stick as thick as a thumb and paced with his hands behind his back. Although he was wearing a military training uniform, he lacked the character of a soldier and instead looked like an idler in the streets.
In front of him was a row of nine soldiers standing in military posture, let's call them soldiers. Even Ji Yijun himself felt that these people seemed a little unworthy of the title of soldiers.
These people were of different heights, weights, and skin colors, and with their hair and skin color, it looked like a World Expo. Among the nine people, some were in a daze, some were sleepy, some were scratching their itch, some were scratching their hair, some were looking around, and some were listless. Even if they followed the requirements of the military training for middle school students, these people would definitely be rated as unqualified.
As Ji Yijun walked and watched, he became angry. Although he did not demand much of his own discipline, when he managed others, he still hoped that they would behave properly.
But how do we train these guys
Three students were afraid of hardship and fatigue, and five villagers had no discipline. Only the deputy monitor Huang Zheng took training seriously every time.
Ji Yijun glanced at Huang Zheng. This guy was from the south, with a dark complexion, just over 1.7 meters tall, and wore a pair of black-framed glasses. He looked thin and a little literary, but he was quick and strong. He stood in a military posture under the scorching sun, giving people the feeling of a cold stone.
"Look at you, what do you look like? Do you look like a soldier? You are so sloppy! It's been three days and you can't even tell left from right!" Ji Yijun shouted in Chinese. The villagers only understood half of what he heard, and their stunned looks made him even more angry.
At this time, a student was unhappy: "Why are you yelling? You are using a chicken feather as a token of authority! These natives are stupid and can't even tell left from right. What does it have to do with us? Why are you dragging us to practice together?"
"Who are you calling stupid?" The speaker was Garcia. After retreating to the school with some villagers, he was attracted by the good welfare and signed up for the guard team with Enrique. Ji Yijun got to know them well and put them in his class.
Garcia obviously had a good talent for languages. After spending more than a month with Ji Yijun, he had already mastered Chinese. He shouted, "Squad leader! He's swearing!"
"Tsk! With your IQ, you're nothing more than cannon fodder!" the student spat.
Garcia didn't understand the meaning of "IQ" and "cannon fodder", but from the way the student raised his head and tilted his mouth, he knew it was definitely not a good thing.
Enrique and several other villagers saw Garcia's angry look and immediately stood behind him. Several of them glared at the student.
"What? You don't accept it? You can't even tell left from right. What else can you do if not be a cannon fodder? Do you dare to hit me? I'll kick you out of the school!" The student showed no sign of weakness.
Ji Yijun was furious. He rushed forward, grabbed the student by the collar and lifted him up: "Hey, you are really capable. You want to start a fight here? I haven't shown my might these few days, so you think I am a sick cat, right?"
"Ji Yijun! What do you want to do?" The student was caught off guard and was lifted up in the air. His throat was choked. He shouted, "If you do this again, I will complain to Team Leader Wang and he will fire you as squad leader. Don't forget, you were the deputy platoon leader last week. How did you become the squad leader now?"
This touched Ji Yijun's sore spot. When the guard team was reorganized and expanded, he was made deputy platoon leader because of his strong strength and seniority. But he caused trouble several times and got into fights with others, so the position of deputy platoon leader was over before he could even warm up to it.
However, if he was frightened by such words, he would not be Ji Yijun. He just sneered, twisted his clothes with his hands, and the collar of the clothes strangled the student's neck. "Dong Jie, you kid, besides talking nonsense, do you dare to practice with me?"
Dong Jie's neck was choked, he couldn't breathe, his face flushed red, he tried his best to kick Ji Yijun, but Ji Yijun used his other hand to chop him on the shin, and he screamed miserably.
Ji Yijun let him scream like a pig for a while before throwing him to the ground. He walked up to the guy, squatted in front of him, patted his face and said, "Remember this and keep your mouth shut. I hate people like you the most. You keep chattering like a fly, but you always hold us back."
Dong Jie covered his calf and looked at Ji Yijun with gritted teeth, but he no longer had the momentum he had before.
Huang Zheng asked Garcia and the others to return to the line, roll up their right sleeves a few times, and remind them to roll up the right sleeves. Then he said to Ji Yijun, "Continue training."
"I thought you would stop me." Ji Yijun looked at Huang Zheng and said.
"For some people, teaching them a lesson is good for them. Maybe it can save their life in the future." Huang Zheng saw that Dong Jie still had a look of resentment on his face, so he slowly walked up to him, leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear.
Dong Jie glanced at Ji Yijun and showed a look of fear. He stood up and limped back to the team.
"What did you say to him?" Ji Yijun asked curiously.
"I just reminded him that the squad leader's fighting spirit is not stable yet, and he often goes crazy intermittently. If you accidentally run into him, you will die unjustly." Huang Zheng smiled and pushed his glasses, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
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In the evening, Ji Xun got some food from the cafeteria and walked to the dormitory. The conditions now were far from what they were on Earth. Their dinner was just two slices of boiled meat, four steamed buns, and a pot of noodle dumplings and wild vegetable soup.
Most of the people along the way were in a hurry, with serious expressions. The impending attack by the horse bandits put too much pressure on these people in the school.
However, when he passed by a dormitory building, he saw an unexpected scene.
Many local residents were grilling meat around a fire under the building. They had already changed into the uniforms issued by the school and washed themselves. Their mental outlook had changed a lot since they were in Floro Town, but it was still difficult to change their living habits. Around four or five fires, there were forty or fifty people, and a dozen small animals were skinned and pierced on branches, sizzling. An alluring aroma drifted over from there.
Ji Xun couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his stomach started to growl. This game meat was much more delicious than the one he was holding.
"Hey, isn't this Old Ji? Would you like to come over and try this roasted rabbit?" A man from the crowd around the fire stood up and greeted Ji Xun.
Ji Xun was a little surprised to see that the person sitting with the townspeople and having a barbecue was Guo Qian. He was wearing a somewhat worn jacket and jeans today, which looked very different from his usual suit and tie. No wonder it was hard to spot him in the crowd.
"Principal Guo, what are you doing?"
"Nothing. We are a group of people who are free in the committee. Let's come to the townspeople's place today to have a meal. We want to get to know each other and make friends. You see, Teacher Liu, Teacher Chang, and Teacher Zhang are here too."
Ji Xun looked in the direction of his finger and saw Liu Wan from the foreign affairs team, Chang Lin from the agricultural team, and Zhang Sicheng from the geology team. Like Guo Qian, the three were dressed simply, sitting by the fire, blending in with the locals.
Chang Lin saw Ji Xun and came up to him warmly, saying, "We have gathered nearly three hundred townspeople in the town. We always welcome good guests. Today, the town's hunter leader, Bras, brought a few hunters and hunted a lot of game. We brought some wine so that everyone can get to know each other."
"The teachers all have good intentions," said Ji Xun.
"Some teachers and students are not used to having so many locals living in the school. Some say they are dirty, and some say they are unsophisticated. There have been some misunderstandings and conflicts in recent days. If things continue like this, it will not be a good thing. So, we also want to set an example," Chang Lin explained.
"In fact, communication is not that difficult. What is difficult is to let go of prejudice and arrogance," said Guo Qian.
"Principal Guo is absolutely right. Recently, the integration of the guard team has also encountered many integration problems. The locals have low education levels, lack of discipline, and language barriers. However, we are overcoming difficulties and doing ideological work for our soldiers and classmates. We hope that they will treat the locals equally, help them integrate into our group, and lead their training." Ji Xun saw that the rabbits were cooked, and everyone began to share the meat and drink. The atmosphere became lively, and he smiled and said, "Your idea is not bad. We should also organize a few such social activities within the guard team to build emotional connections between the soldiers first."
When Ji Xun left, he was given two rabbit legs, but he didn't stay to drink because Ji Yijun was still waiting to eat. He was one of the few people here who had a "home".
Because he lived with his son, Ji Xun was assigned to a graduate student dormitory. He went upstairs and saw Ji Yijun painting in the room with his easel facing away from the door as usual.
"Are you still working on your secret work?" He laughed. "Are you painting some girl? And you won't let me see it."
"What do you care about me? We agreed that you are not allowed to look at it until the painting is finished!" Ji Yijun quickly covered the drawing board with a piece of cloth and placed the entire easel in the corner of the room.
Ji Xun ignored him and started preparing dinner. "I heard that you almost beat up one of your soldiers today?"
"How do you know? Did that bastard complain to Wang Jiyuan?" Ji Yijun jumped up suddenly.
"No! Don't get excited." Ji Xun waved his hand and said, "When you picked him up and threw him to the ground, someone saw you."
"The dog catches the rat!"
"Xiaojun, even though you only have nine people under you, it's really not easy to manage them. I know you have a quick temper. However, fists can't solve all problems at this time."
"You know what Dong Jie said about Garcia, Enrique and the others? Cannon fodder! Is this the attitude to treat your comrades? No matter if they are from Earth or locals, I have to treat them equally under my command, otherwise why should they obey me? What's more, Garcia, Enrique and the others are both my students of martial arts and my friends. I have given him face by not beating him to death today. In my opinion, this kind of person should be cleared out of the team and asked to do odd jobs!" Ji Yijun said angrily, picked up a rabbit leg and started eating.
"When I was in the recruit camp, there were always a bunch of troublemakers coming in. If you can deal with them, that's your real ability. How about it? Do you want some advice from dad?"
"No." Ji Yijun quickly finished a rabbit leg. "It smells good! Good stuff. Where did you get it from?"
"It's from local hunters. They want to thank us for protecting them from horse thieves."
"That's right. We promised to protect them, so we should treat them well, and then they will treat us well. Otherwise, it's better to ignore these locals. It's so simple, but some idiots don't understand it and think they are superior. Funny!"
"It's good that you think this way. Dad won't say anything, so just do it." Ji Xun smiled and pushed the other hare leg in front of Ji Yijun.