(Thanks to Son of the Round Clam, Pete Griffin, for the donation bonus chapter 46/50)
Another week passed, and Little Sun had offended every soldier in the regiment, as well as everyone on the ship he could get his hands on!
This guy loved nothing more than barking orders. He saw everyone as a country bumpkin, while he himself was Terra's big shot, and everyone ought to obey him.
And his favorite saying was, "My dad is the Solar Lord. If you don't listen to me, I'll have Lance blast you all to death!"
This guy also loved screwing up and getting the whole company punished along with him.
An ordinary soldier could run ten kilometers without breaking a sweat, but this guy was already half dead after a hundred meters.
Not to mention other physical training. He could not even do a single pull-up. Rudosen forced him to hang from the bar, and the moment he grabbed it, he let out shrieks as miserable as a pig being slaughtered for New Year's—cries heartbreaking to hear and tear-inducing to witness.
Collective punishments in the military were actually meant to spur individuals onward, pushing them to keep up with everyone else's progress.
But this fucking Little Sun had no desire to improve at all. Every time his poor training performance dragged everyone down and got the whole regiment physically punished, he would sit to the side laughing, and laughing loud.
Whenever that happened, Rudosen would come over and kick him with his steel-plated military boots, making him join in the punishment.
But his physical fitness was so poor that he could not even complete basic training, let alone punishment drills.
If he was punished by hanging from the bar, he would squeal like a slaughtered pig and claim his hands were