Orc Tyrant

Chapter 389: Journey (Part 2)

After a simple physical examination and registration process, Gapason Larn received his new uniform and brand name, and was assigned to a friendly recruit training camp, where he will receive three months of training. All the skills that a soldier should master theoretically.

Then, he will be assigned to his own unit-2nd Squadron, 3rd Battalion, 4th Company, 24th Infantry Regiment, 2nd Independent Division.

"What the **** is this?"

His monitor, Steve, stared at the young man with a mixture of disgust and suspicion.

"A new mascot? This kid has never been a soldier! Your name, private? And where is your **** beard?"

He started roaring loudly. The bald head without a single hair reflected the sunlight coming through the door. The people in the tent watched like a joke. They were all 25-30 years old, obviously. Reserving the signs of renewal.

Garparson Larne is the only recruit.

Somewhat unbearable for this fearful boy, the company commander who accompanied him said for him:

"His name is Garpason Larne, who is just 18 this year, and he is from Blacksburg."

"Hey! Where are you from the Black Fort?"

A soldier with a small flat head smiled and walked up.

"Cloth, Britta."

"I'm Leton, and my name is Ferrom Teja."

He walked up and patted Garparson Larne on the shoulder, turned around and said to monitor Steve:

"I'll take care of him later."

"up to you."

His fellow villagers led him to an empty berth. It was a position close to the corner, which could not be said to be very good, but it was a good position for the slightly lonely Gaparson Lahn.

He put his things away, lay on the bed, and took out a booklet from his pocket. ,

Every soldier who comes out of the new barracks will get such a booklet. It is said that it is still a "first-hand material" supported by the Benedict Empire. It records some information about Ouke, as well as some skills in fighting Ouke. In fact, it is four big characters-very simple.

"So where is Cadillon?"

"East, I only found out by looking at the map."

The veterans began to gather together to play cards and talked about where the troops were about to be stationed.

"I heard that it's so fierce that there is green skin, and Arkham's people are all dead."

A soldier with a loud voice yelled, and Rahn's hand shook slightly.

Well, it actually doesn't sound so bad. Before he had ever formally dealt with Greenskins, Rahn thought they were similar to what was written in the booklet.

After all, their well-known image is a rude and dull barbarian, which means that no matter what they do, they will only be regarded as a laughingstock. At least fortunately, before facing the lively Ok, Rahn Think so.

So, he quickly eased his inner anxiety, squeezed a confident smile on his face, and continued to learn how to better deal with this creature.

"What are you looking at?"

Fellow Teja, a fellow villager, walked over, carrying two small iron cups in his hands, which were full of brown and steaming drinks-khaki.

"There is still a chance to drink it now, it's not necessarily the case when you go to the front."

"Thank you."

Rahn looked very grateful when he took the cup from the other party.

"What are you looking at?"

As the opponent sipped, Ferrom picked up the booklet and glanced at it, then laughed.

"I advise you to stop looking at this."

"Ok?"

Lahn was choked, coughed a few times, and looked at his fellow villager in confusion.

"Most of what is written above is wrong. I am a postman and I often read some well-known newspapers. The authoritative "Universe Life" in the field of biological sciences once published a paper on Oak. I was sending an email. I turned it over when I was bored."

His words succeeded in attracting Rahn, he put down the cup and listened intently.

"...I can't remember the specific content, probably because Ouke is very, very strong. You can twist steel with your bare hands. Thick skin is not the key to hitting. Normal bullets are difficult to kill them, and they can be eaten or drink. Live a long time, in short it is very powerful."

After Lahn listened, his heart jumped wildly. He picked up the "Ok Operation Guide" at hand, turned a few pages, and pointed to the picture above and said:

"Didn't it mean that a human soldier can fight five Oukes."

"You believe it too? Do you dare to go to Ouke's melee as mentioned above, and screw your head off for you, without panting."

Rahn wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he finally realized where the unease during this period of time came from-it was fear.

Although the instructors said such an understatement, he could still feel between the lines that the kind of things they tried to cover up, such as the tragedy of Arkham, was a topic the instructors tried to avoid.

"Don't scare him."

Another man walked over. He had neat short brown hair and a curvy beard. He looked unexpectedly bookish.

"My name is James Madson, an elementary school teacher and a veteran."

Due to the previous peace, the service period of the New California Republic was very short, so aside from the militia, the large-scale mobilization and recruitment here are all veterans within six years. Most of them are in the industrial and agricultural industries, such as teachers. Rare.

"Hello there."

Jance came up, picked up the pamphlet, and said:

"Actually, there is nothing wrong with the above. Oak is quite stupid. According to what I have learned, they are particularly fond of close combat, go straight, and do not have any tactical skills. You just have to stay away from them."

"Then what if they rush over?"

"You are holding a gun, not a fishing rod."

With a roar of laughter, everyone immediately became happy.

"What makes you so happy?"

The monitor who had been absent before suddenly walked in and shouted:

"stand up!!!"

With a bang, everyone jumped up from the bed and started to tidy up their clothes and put on their hats.

"The troops will be transferred soon! Hurry up and pack your things! Three minutes later, gather outside on the playground!"

After Steve finished speaking, he first started to pack his own things. Others also bent over and dragged the marching bag out of the bed. Rahn did the same, but he started to get nervous.

This is the first time he has been so far away from home since he was young.

A strange land, a group of strange comrades in arms, and even stranger enemies.

What will the future look like?

Will he die?

Will you never see your family again?

Suddenly, he saw an exquisite silver holy emblem in his bag. It was the holy emblem of Kaimon blessed by the bishop after his mother sold a sheep.

Lahn looked at it, feeling a little dazed, until the people around him were almost ready, he picked up the holy emblem and hung it around his neck.

No matter what, he will set foot on the battlefield with the blessings of his loved ones.

Millions of souvenirs! ! ! ! ! To be honest, I really didn’t expect to write so many words. This book was actually a bit cool before the 6W word was signed. Thanks to the editor, I gave a few recommendations, but it didn’t make much progress. Consciously also quite ashamed. Although I am a novice, I also understand that web texts need to be cool and rhythmic, and there is no way out for niche texts, but since the story has been decided this is the case, then no matter how difficult it is, I have to bite the bullet and write it down. Million is not the end, but a new starting point. I hope everyone will support you in the days to come!

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