Rebirth of the Wealthy American

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Early the next morning, the enthusiasm of the soldiers for training was obviously different.

Almost before daylight, the soldiers of the Chinese Regiment lined up on the school ground and began a day of training. At this time, other troops were still sleeping, and even the instructors of the Chinese Regiment had not yet got up, the soldiers. Organize spontaneously and start with the most basic pull-ups.

Physical fitness is the basis of almost all training programs. It has nothing to do with height and weight. It can be improved by acquired training.

Chinese soldiers have a gap in their physique compared to white Westerners. No matter their height or weight, the Chinese soldiers are slightly inferior. However, this gap is not obvious in training. After all, the soldiers bear heavy weights in training. At about this time, the Chinese soldiers had to take advantage because of their petite stature.

Fighting, after all, it's not playing basketball. Petite stature means that the playing surface is relatively small, it is more difficult to be targeted, more flexible, and the survival rate is greater. No wonder Ma Han emphasized that Chinese soldiers are the best soldiers.

In fact, the Chinese soldiers' physical fitness is very good. After all, before they were engaged in heavy physical labor, the intensity was not average. Many Chinese soldiers even joked after receiving training that the intensity of training was not as strong as their previous labor intensity. .

This is very embarrassing. The purpose of military training is to strengthen combat skills, not to make it easy for people to take vacations. Therefore, Chinese soldiers will start training more than other troops almost from the first day.

Now there is improvement.

According to the training requirements established by George Dewey, recruits must carry a 20-kilogram backpack when receiving training. This weight is based on the reference that an infantry soldier performs a three-day medium-term operation without resupply in the field. The substance to be used in the intense battle. This twenty kilogram load includes three days of food and water, a simple first aid kit, two hundred bullets, a blanket, a shovel, a dagger, and so on.

The Chinese soldiers also carried a 20-kilogram backpack in accordance with the requirements at the beginning of training. However, after Li Mu was awarded, the weight of the backpacks of the Chinese soldiers generally increased to 30 kilos the next morning, and some even increased to Forty kilograms, they just want to carry such a large backpack for training. Even if they are injured, they also have medals to take. If they are not injured, that's fine, they will become stronger.

Just last night, after Li Mu and Li Bora talked, it was only overnight that all Chinese soldiers realized that they might have a country in Cuba and a country where they could take charge of it. It's like a heart-strengthening agent, and all the Chinese soldiers who spurred can't wait to scream.

Family!

Only those who have left their homes and homes thousands of miles can understand the meaning of this word. With home, people can be regarded as people. Without home, people are lonely souls and ghosts.

The officer responsible for training the Chinese soldiers was Tom. Tom and his deputy Jerry led ten American officers to train all the Chinese soldiers. When the Chinese soldiers began training, Tom was still sleeping. An hour later, Jerry woke up Tom.

"Why--" Tom sleepy.

"Come on, you never know what you missed." Jerry greeted Tom on the balcony.

All American officers enjoy extraordinary treatment in Cuba. Each of them has a full-time serviceman, and a maid who can use it to warm the bed. The living conditions are more than usual. Each of them has a single room and a terrace. Kind of.

"What—" Tom wasn't dressed, and he pulled a blanket around to wrap himself around, stumbled to the balcony.

Uh-huh, these days are a bit imaginary, a bit imaginary--

It's only five o'clock in the morning. Although the sun hasn't risen yet, the sky is already bright, and a curfew is enforced every night in the barracks. Therefore, the barracks night is very quiet. On the school ground, an army is doing physical training.

It should be physical training. Although it is just a simple lap, look at the bulging backpacks on them, see the military uniforms they have soaked, and look at the figures that are sweating, but still insisting, only physical fitness Training can explain this madness.

"We-arranged a training program-" Of course Tom can recognize that it is the Chinese they are responsible for training, because these Chinese are not wearing green hats like other Cuban troops, but khaki cowboy hats. Cuba is the only one.

Like that magical rim.

"I thought just like you just now, but I read the training plan carefully, so I have to regret to inform you that it didn't--" Jerry looked at the sweating Chinese soldiers with complex expressions.

"So what are they doing? Are they crazy?" Tom couldn't understand.

"It doesn't seem to be, of course, you can understand it this way, have you found out that although they have received less than ten days of training, they already look like an army." Jerry had to admit that even if he was looking for a thousand Strong, pure Americans came here and received only ten days of military training, and they couldn't have done so well.

The most important reason why soldiers are different from ordinary people is the temperament they possess.

The troops in front of Jerry and Tom, although they had only received only ten days of training, were quite good in action. They were neat and morale, and their spirits were heartbreaking.

Jerry feels incredible. Although Jerry can be very sure that the unit in front of him is trained by himself, he is stuck in it all day long. Jerry doesn't feel how abnormal this army of Chinese people is. Today Standing on the terrace and looking at the unit from an onlooker's point of view, Jerry suddenly felt strange.

"Let me go. Are these still the thin Chinese?" Tom's eyes widened and he felt unbelievable.

Although the Chinese soldiers are not physically thin, compared to Tom, who is one meter tall and ninety-nine in weight, most Chinese are very thin.

Of course, excluding Tiger Dewey's lieutenant Tiger, the guy is an alien, just like his name, it's a tiger.

"I'm going big, I'm sure it is." Jerry finally couldn't help it, turned and walked to his room: "I'm going to see what they're crazy about."

Well, Tom wants to see it too, so Tom puts on his military uniform as fast as possible and comes to the training field with Jerry.

"Report to the sir, the Guantanamo Infantry Regiment is undergoing training. It should be 1,450, but 1,449. Please give instructions." Li Bola ran away from the large army to report.

The European army has a characteristic. In addition to its regular designation, many of its troops have a special designation, which is different from the regular designation. This special designation has a variety of origins, some are place names, some are spiritual symbols, and some are troop leaders' clever ideas. Move.

It ’s Li Mu ’s idea to name the Chinese Infantry Regiment as “Guantanamo Infantry Regiment.” Guantanamo has now been sold to the US government. So if the Chinese Infantry Regiment used this name, the Chinese Infantry Regiment would have some relationship with the US government. At least it sounds like this, this will have a great effect in the future.

"Captain, show me your backpack." Tom keenly noticed that Libora's backpack was different from usual.

"Yes, sir." Li Bola laid the rifle on her shoulder on the grass next to it, unloaded the heavy backpack and placed it in front of Tom, and opened the backpack very thoughtfully.

The backpack does not carry bullets and water. This is a military camp, not a battlefield. Therefore, the backpack is a small pocket full of sand, a standard equipment of ten pounds, a specialty of the San Diego military camp.

In military training, soldiers' backpacks are usually such sandbags. George Dewey mandated that at least four should be packed in each person's backpack.

Before today, the Chinese soldiers did a good job. Although no one was lazy, there were no more backs. After all, the training intensity was originally greater than other Cuban troops.

Today is different. Tom twitched a little and was very sure that Li Bora's backpack contained eight sandbags.

Eight, or 40 kilograms, are more than double the normal level.

No wonder Li Bora's backpack looks much larger than usual.

"Why?" Tom didn't know, and there were people willing to increase it by themselves?

It's unbelievable. You know, those Cubans do everything they can to sneak and sneak, and some people even change sandbags into clothes in private to make it easier. Tom really doesn't understand why Libora did it.

"Because I want to be stronger." Li Bora's voice was firm, and her determination to go forward was obvious.

"Become stronger! Good, good--" Tom's severe flickering flickered.

Get stronger!

What do you mean? Do you think the previous training intensity is low? Didn't you become a dog feel like a loss?

"From today, the training intensity of all people will be doubled, and the weight of all people will also be doubled. Since you want to be a dog, I will do it for you-" Tom thundered and decided to let these "masochists" taste It tastes great.

"Yes, starting today, everyone has doubled their training intensity and doubled their weight." Li Bora repeated the order, quickly packed his backpack and put it on his back, and then shot up a rifle to chase the large army.

"Tom, it would be a little doubling. If something goes wrong, someone in Springfield will be anxious." Jerry knew the relationship between the Guantanamo Infantry Regiment and Li Mu.

Yankee's math is really not good. The training intensity doubles, and the load must double. The superposition does not double or even double. This superposition should be measured by geometric standards.

"Hmm, Jimmy, although I don't know, but I can guarantee that the reason why these grandchildren are now full of Fushou cream is that they must be related to someone in Springfield, so wait and see, let's The more miserable these boys are, the happier someone may be in Springfield. "Tom broke the truth casually.