The soldier leaning against the guardrail was stunned for a moment and scratched the back of his head: "It seems to be given the full amount according to the twelve years of service. There are children to give them, but no children to their parents."

"There aren't any?" the monkey asked again.

"What else can I do? If I don't have it, I won't give it to you."

The monkey said "Yes" and pulled the reins: "It's here! Get out of the car."

The three of them parked the car outside the road, untied the yoke of the horse, and asked the horse to eat grass by themselves. Then they picked up the axe and walked slowly towards the woods.

Cutting down trees is not easy, but there is one advantage - you can be lazy.

Unlike digging trenches, where each tent and each team joins together, it is clear who is behind.

But the monkey was very "unappreciated". Although he was not supervising, he still waved his axe hard.

The monkey actually didn't want to cut trees, so he would rather dig trenches because the heavy and difficult physical labor would prevent him from thinking about it.

He followed one after another, chopping heavily on the trunk of the tree, as if he was cutting down the enemy.

Broken wood splashed, and pine trees that were thick with each other fell into moaning.

Monkey almost did the work of two other people alone. Before he knew it, he was no longer the thin, slick "monkey", but became a soldier with strong arms and taciturn arms.

From morning to noon, almost a truck was cut down, and the monkey and two comrades called back the horse and dragged the logs from the forest to the side of the road.

While the three were sweating profusely, a cavalryman rushed over with a horse.

The cavalry was ordered to wear beautiful green uniforms and asked politely: "Who is 'Hodel'?"

The other two soldiers were a little confused. The monkey was not sure at first, but he remembered something and walked towards the cavalry under the surprised gaze of his comrades: "I am."

"Please follow me back to the camp." The messenger pointed to another horse tied to the saddle: "Mason Baomin wants to see you."

The monkey wiped his sweat: "But what should I do with my job?"

"Cutting the tree?" The messenger almost choked: "It should be no more."

The monkey frowned: "So many logs, only two people are left here. When will it be finished?"

"It's okay! Go! Go!" The comrade in the same tent behind him hurriedly walked forward, grabbed the monkey's coat from the car and handed it to the monkey: "We can finish it, how many trees are there? It's a piece of cake."

The commander cavalry suggested very considerately: "How about this? You follow me back to the battalion first, and I will inform the chief sergeant of the first company and ask him to send a few more people to help?"

The monkey thought for a while, nodded, and said, "There is still a problem."

The cavalry was puzzled.

“I can’t ride a horse.”

"It's okay." The messenger smiled: "You can lie on the horse's butt."

...

The monkey was taken back to the camp by the cavalry.

The military camp is like a small town, and its interior is divided into various areas. Outside the camp where the central army is located, the cavalry ordered the monkeys to put down their horses, whose internal organs were almost displaced.

"The headquarters inside is the command center." said the cavalry.

The monkey asked in confusion: "Don't you go in with me?"

"I have no permission and cannot enter the Central Military Barracks." The messenger ordered the cavalry to raise his hand and salute: "You can only go to see Mason Protective."

The monkey has never been to the Zhongjun Barracks area. Even inside the military barracks, there are strict restrictions on entry and exit in different areas. It is not the turn of the monkey, a small soldier, to enter the Zhongjun to visit.

But this was the first time someone saluted the monkey. He didn't want to be embarrassed, so he replied and walked towards the camp gate stiffly.

The guards at the door checked the monkey's identity card and put him in.

In the center of the Zhongjun camp, there are three large tents arranged side by side, and there are some small tents around the large tent.

The soldiers hanging weapons on their waists and clerks wearing civilian shoes shuttled between the tents. Everyone was busy, and the monkey seemed to have entered another world.

He shamelessly stopped a clerk and asked about the tent where Mason Baomin was.

When he walked to the door of Mason Baomin's tent, he realized that he was not the only one who wanted to meet - about thirty people had gathered in the tent, some of which he knew, while others he didn't.

Suddenly, the monkey found that his friend Doug was also among them. Doug also saw the monkey and waved to the monkey with a smile.

The monkey hurried into the crowd, squeezed to his friend, and asked excitedly: "Why are you here too?"

"All the preparatory students are here." Doug's answer was consistently concise.

The monkey was about to ask carefully, but the atmosphere in the tent suddenly changed. Everyone put their heels together and straightened their waists.

The monkey also subconsciously stood at attention.

Richard Mason walked into the tent where the monkey was.

Mason Baomin was still kind and wanted to get close to him as soon as he saw it. He raised his hand to signal everyone to rest.

The monkey noticed that Baomin Guan looked a little tired, his fingers were covered with traces of charcoal powder and ink.

"Why are you summoning? Some people must have guessed that I won't hide it." Mason Baomin Officer smiled and announced: "You have all passed the selection and will be officially the first batch of students in Xinkendi Military School."

I don’t know what the others were thinking, but the monkey’s heart still jumped faster without any effort.

"The school is still under construction, but I am short of staff here now, so I think of you." Mason Baomin's magnetic voice continued: "My work here is the responsibility you will assume in the future. So it's no harm to let you get familiar with it in advance, right?"

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"Okay, let's start working now." Mason Baomin clapped his hands: "Who can count? Raise your hand."

Some people raised their hands.

Mason Baomin nodded, and an officer took away the few people who were still holding hands.

“Who can read and write?”

"Who can make a picture?"

"Who can do carpenters?"

"who……"

There were fewer and fewer people around him, and Doug left. When he left, Doug looked at the monkey worriedly. He touched the back of the monkey's hand and left silently.

In the end, there was only monkey left in the tent.

The Baomin official walked up to the monkey: "What's your name?"

Although it was just a plain sentence, the monkey felt a great humiliation inexplicably. What made the monkey feel the most humiliation is that this humiliation does not come from others, but from his own incompetence.

The monkey held back her tears and replied in a low voice: "Monkey-Hödel."

"Hodel, recruiting troops in the Battle of Blood Mud, huh..." The voice of the guru still made people feel warm: "You captured Axel Orange. Haha, you made him miserable."

The monkey lowered his head, preventing the guru from seeing his eyes, and swallowed his tears hard.

"It's nothing to know how to read and write. Tamas didn't know how to read and write before, and now he has become a battalion commander. The military school will teach you a special course so that you can master reading and writing as soon as possible." The civilian official comforted him for a few words, thought for a while, and asked again: "By the way, can you ride a horse?"

The monkey can't ride a horse, but this is the last chance. He instinctively wants to answer "yes".

Because in his ten years of life, evading responsibility and getting rid of punishment has become a habit. When facing consequences that he cannot bear, he always subconsciously chooses to lie. Therefore, the monkey is the monkey.

But now, another thing—another instinct shaped by military life prevented him from lying.

"No." The monkey replied.

He lowered his head and did not dare to look at the Baomin Officer, for fear of seeing the other party's disappointed gaze.

"Oh." The guru official grabbed the stubble in distress, and suddenly clapped his hands: "So, go to the prisoner-of-war camp."

Mason walked to the table, quickly wrote a note, and then sprinkled a handful of fine sand on the note. After the ink was sucked dry, he folded the note and handed it to the monkey.

"Take this note over." The baomin official smiled and said, "The guard will take you there."

The monkey raised his arm and saluted solemnly.

...

The prisoner-of-war camp is a separate camp, but not far from the siege camp.

The monkey walked for only a short while before walking outside the prisoner-of-war camp.

The monkey handed the note to the guard, and the guard entered the camp with the note.

After a while, the officer who managed the prisoner-of-war camp came out. He glanced at the monkey in confusion, but after checking the identity card, he nodded and waved his hand: "Come with me."

The officer who managed the prisoner-of-war camp did not bring the monkey into the camp, but led the monkey to a shade outside the camp, and turned around and left.

In the clearings under the shade of the trees, two men wearing arm armor, helmets and holding wooden swords were competing—or not called a competition, but one-on-one guidance.

Seeing the monkey coming, the two stopped their movements.

One man stood silently with his sword, the other turned around and looked at the monkey, raised his hand and lifted his protective face.

The monkey suddenly discovered that he had received a "job" that could make other preparatory students jealous of bleeding from the eyes.
Chapter completed!