Training remains the same.
It's just that the stench from the venue spreads three miles away.
Fu Haoran pinched his nose and poured half a bucket of soap onto Tychus. As soon as the sticky foam covered Tychus's granite-like chest, Tychus snatched the bucket with a squeal and put it on Buck's head.
The mud mixed with foam and exploded, and fifty Ogryn instantly turned the bath into a mud fight.
Fu Haoran feels that he needs to wear a gas mask, otherwise he will faint to death.
Fortunately, as Planetary Governor, this little thing does not need to be done personally.
The great logistics officer opened a can of braised pork and shouted, "You can only get canned food after washing it!"
These words are more effective than any instructions.
Ogryn They were smearing soap indiscriminately, black mud and foam dripping from their fingers, and the stench was even more offensive.
Fu Haoran was about to scold again when Wade ran over, "Sir, the trainee Commissar sent by Schola Progenium is here!"
Fu Haoran's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed. "Finally, we've found the one who was taken advantage of—poof, it's the rescuers!"
According to Departmento Munitorum regulations, any auxiliary military unit must be equipped with a Commissar, who is responsible for discipline, ideological and basic socialization guidance.
For Ogryn's level of intelligence, Commissar is essentially an animal trainer and kindergarten director.
A Taurus off-road vehicle painted in chilling black ran through the sand and stopped accurately at the edge of the training ground.
The car door opens.
The first thing to step out were Cheng Liang's military boots, followed by his slender legs wrapped in straight black uniforms.
The visitor stood still, took off his military cap and tucked it under his arm. His short dark hair slanted over his left eye, and the ends of his hair were trimmed as sharply as a razor blade.
She raised her head, her right eye was light blue like an ice field, and when she glanced at Ogryn rolling in the mud, the temperature dropped by ten degrees.
The black trainee's uniform was pressed straight, the collar was buttoned to the top, and the gold Double-Headed Eagle lapel pin was so bulging that Fu Haoran felt like the buttons would fall apart at any time.
Although the other party tried hard to look serious, there was a sharp beauty that made people unable to take their eyes away.
She raised her hand in salute, biting each word heavily. "Schola Progenium trainee Commissar Ling Shuang·Hanxing, officially reports to you!"
When Fu Haoran returned the gift, a system prompt quietly flashed across his retina, and the pale gold text flashed away:
[Contact management talents with nurturing value]
[Ling Shuang·Hanxing]
[Identity: Schola Progenium trainee Commissar (noble descendant)]
[Traits: Adherence to principles/Strong sense of honor/Adaptability (to be inspired)]
[Current status: Mission frustrated, faith shaken]
[Favorability/Loyalty: 50 (can be recruited after the favorability reaches 60)]
[Recruitment advice: Provide clear methods and visible results to build a solid relationship of loyalty.]
Fu Haoran's eyes narrowed slightly.
A well-trained Commissar is the core asset that maintains the loyalty and efficiency of the Legion.
But judging from the system prompt, it seems there is something else—
"Is the system hinting to me to play a character collection game?"
Fu Haoran remained calm on his face, but looked at Ling Shuang more.
His eyes passed over her tight uniform, the collar was buttoned to the top, and the golden Double-Headed Eagle lapel pin was stretched out in a thrilling arc.
The trainee Commissar stood up straight, with his chin raised slightly, and his eyes fell directly past him to the training ground.
He was not looking at the group of Ogryn, but at the shooting range, obstacle facilities, and tactical training area in the distance of the training ground.
There was a hint of vague scrutiny in his eyes, as if he was assessing the value of this training ground.
Fu Haoran clicked his tongue inwardly.
"This is because the place is broken."
Fu Haoran didn't point it out, but explained the task in more detail, "Within thirty days, let these Ogryn learn to line up, understand basic instructions, and shoot at the enemy."
"There is no need for tactical literacy, as long as the muzzle of the gun is pointed in the correct direction when they pull the trigger. The weapons will be Bolter with standard Departmento Munitorum, and there is no limit to the ammunition."
Ling Shuang's mouth curled up almost imperceptibly, but he still nodded. "Understood."
Fu Haoran paused and then added, "In addition, the logistics will provide three meals of hot food every day. As long as they are obedient, there will be enough canned food."
Ling Shuang was stunned, obviously not expecting the Governor to specifically emphasize this.
Fu Haoran didn't explain much, just pointed at the group of Ogryn who were still grabbing the buckets. "You'll know later."
After Fu Haoran left, the dissatisfaction in Ling Shuang's eyes could no longer be hidden.
"I was born into a noble family and was an honors student. How dare I do such a low-level thing!"
"30 days! I want them to become qualified soldiers!" Ling Shuang set the flag.
But when she turned around to face those fifty pairs of eyes that were so clear that they were almost stupid, the fire in her chest suddenly evaporated by half.
Fifty three-meter-tall behemoths were still rolling in the mud.
Some people were digging at the mud between their fingernails, some were staring at the sky in a daze, and two were playing with each other by splashing mud and water.
Some people put buckets on their heads as helmets, some were concentrating on wiping mud on the backs of their comrades, and two others were lying on the ground, their faces pressed against the concrete floor, motionless - asleep?
Ling Shuang's temples jumped twice.
She has seen various types of soldiers in Schola Progenium: the veteran oilseeds of Astra Militarum, the stupid young men of the new barracks, and the elite seeds of the stormtroopers.
The instructor said that no matter how bad the soldier is, he can bring him out.
But the instructor never said that there are such brainless soldiers.
A gust of wind blew by, carrying the smell of Ogryn's body that was mixed with mud, sweat and unknown grease, and rushed straight towards Ling Shuang.
The sour and refreshing taste——made Ling Shuang subconsciously take a half step back, and then stopped abruptly.
"No, we can't retreat."
She bit her lower lip and walked towards the center of the training ground.
Ling Shuang thinks of Schola Progenium's graduation ceremony.
At that time, she was standing on the podium, thinking that her first stop would be the elite group Astra Militarum, or even Tempestus Scions.
She remembered what happened that day at the Departmento Munitorum Dome Temple.
I drank too much at the graduation dinner and went to see the Star Territory Military Affairs Master with the smell of alcohol the next day.
The two had a heated argument, and she revealed all the things that Departmento Munitorum had been criticized for for a long time, and scolded the other party for being Old Bidden.
Perhaps he had suppressed it for too long, so Ling Shuang spit out all the resentment he had held over the years.
At the end of the quarrel, Ling Shuang said the words he regretted most in his life, "Look at you, if you have a daughter, she will be abducted by some stinky man!"
After these words, the office was extremely silent, and even Servo-Skull seemed to have stopped functioning.
Then Ling Shuang added, "Could it be that you have a granddaughter again, and then you are called Lao Deng?"
Ling Shuang really doesn't want to recall what happened next, especially after he was stabbed and regained his sanity, the other party took out a photo frame without haste.
The photo inside is very simple. An old man is standing behind a woman, and the woman is holding a baby girl behind her.
What a coincidence, this woman Ling Shuang is very familiar, that is her mother, and that girl was her when she was a child.
In other words, this old man is her grandfather.
The rest of the matter is very simple. The vindictive old man took revenge and sent her to this inhospitable planet.
He said that he either agreed to the marriage arranged by his family, or he stayed in this useless place for the rest of his life and never thought of going back.
Ling Shuang rubbed his eyebrows.
Forget it, at least there is no need for marriage.
She opened her eyes and looked at the huge group of creatures in front of her.
Suddenly I felt that marriage might be a good choice.
"Stand up straight!" Ling Shuang roared with dignity.
Fifty Ogryn looked at her in unison, their eyes as innocent as a group of puppies waiting to be fed. They only looked forward to being fed by the shit shovel, and there was no discipline at all.
Ling Shuang's temples jumped twice.
She suddenly understood why the book said "arrogance is the original sin of human nature".
But now is not the time for reflection.
She took a deep breath, suppressed the stench, and strode towards the Ogryn closest to her - the Tychus who had just been splashed with foam.
"You, stand up."
Tychus looked down at her, his eyes clear and confused, and he was chewing something in his mouth.
Ling Shuang frowned. "Spit it out."
What Tychus spit out obediently was a piece of rubber pipe picked up from somewhere.
Ling Shuang was silent.
She looked at the logistics officer, who was standing in the distance, looking here expressionlessly, with "I knew this would happen" in his eyes.
Ling Shuang gritted his teeth.
Thirty days.
She pulled out the pointer from behind her waist, banged it on the ground, suppressed her rage, and roared, "Everyone, line up in a line according to height! The taller ones stand on the left, and the shorter ones stand on the right!"
Fifty Ogryn all looked at her, motionless.
Someone is still digging in the mud.
Ling Shuang took a deep breath and inhaled the stench all over his nose.
It's okay.
she said to herself.
"It's just the first day, things will get better soon!"
E