The first week of the boot camp is all about physical fitness and queue training, interspersed with a small amount of individual weapons training, including battlefield compasses, multispectral night vision devices, portable personal information processors, field medical kits and three-dimensional map imaging devices.
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From blowing the wake-up call at six in the morning to returning to the dormitory at 9:30 in the evening, the training camp schedule was so full that Augustus couldn't find any time to rest.
After training every day, even these energetic young people are exhausted. After the first day, it is difficult for them to cheer up to play cards all night or brag.
Having said that, Augustus took advantage of the opportunity on the last night of the first training week. Although in boot camp, recruits never have more than three hours at their disposal, Augustus
They still found the opportunity to take their squad to the barracks bar for dinner.
As far as Augustus knew, among the several platoons of D Company, he was the only one who had been insisting on doing this - insisting on establishing a solid and reliable friendship with each of his subordinates, keeping in mind each person's character and specialties, even the inconspicuous ones.
personal habits.
The Marine Corps' infantry regulations prohibit soldiers from drinking alcohol during all service time except vacations, so military bars on bases are prohibited from selling alcoholic beverages.
Despite this, Augustus still obtained twenty bottles of No. 8 whiskey produced in recent years and other liquors from the bartender at a price of one hundred and fifty credit coins per bottle.
This was at least five times the market price. Jim Raynor was surprised by Augustus's generosity. In Shiloh, it was equivalent to three days' salary of an ordinary agricultural robot repairman or a skilled worker working in a gas refining plant.
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Augustus's conversation, behavior and concept of money all point to the same point - he must be a descendant of a noble in Korhal, and he is definitely a wealthy noble who controls at least one pillar industry or is engaged in politics.
Reno and the rest of the class did not inquire further, and Augustus made it clear that he did not want to mention his family. So the topic was immediately dropped and no one mentioned it again.
If the recruits in Augustus' squad really looked up the status of the surname Mengsk in Korhal, they would be able to more or less understand how distinguished their squad leader's family background is, but they actually don't care much.
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No one here cares how rich you are or how noble your family is. On the battlefield, even a billionaire's head can be shattered with a single blow from the butt of a gun.
If they all live to the day of honorable retirement, they may have the opportunity to find a stable job in Augustus's family business to support their families, and that's all there is to life. In a time of economic recession, order turmoil, and people's
In the Terran Federation, where life is becoming increasingly precarious, hoping for more will only cause people to feel deep pain.
While others were munching French fries, fried steak, and eating golden and fragrant stewed potatoes at the bar, every recruit in the first class was lamenting how good it felt to have a rich man in the class, and at the same time, they felt pain mercilessly.
A batch of daily meals for the Marine Corps.
The food rations of the Federal Marine Corps have always been called "quick hot shit". They must provide soldiers with proteins and sugars that can be absorbed quickly in the shortest time. As for the taste and appearance, they are not taken into consideration at all.
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At the main base of Turasis, what Augustus ate the most was liquid food similar to mashed potatoes and sweet bars. Usually, if you need extra meals, you have to buy them at your own expense, but the supplies in the base are quite
It was so scarce that only officers could afford fresh vegetables and meat.
However, Major Mike Bi believes that there is no need to improve food standards in the boot camp because the federal U-F series of individual soldier rations contain all the nutrients that soldiers need. Eating these individual soldier rations is even healthier and more nutritious than their daily diet.
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In this regard, recruit Harnak gave a sharp comment - the major must have never eaten shit.
Due to the prohibition, everyone exercised restraint when drinking. Only the Reverend Benjamin had never drank alcohol and did not want to try it.
This is the first time for most people to try No. 8 whiskey, including Augustus and Renault. This is a distilled liquor with more than 40 degrees of alcohol. In the edge world, the whiskey imported from the core planet through interstellar berthing ships can even be considered
Make a high-end wine.
Augustus could not bribe Tavis, the virtual mechanical sergeant who managed the dormitory's access control, so they still had to return to the dormitory before half past ten.
The atmosphere at the party table was very lively for a time. The recruits drank whiskey, beer and cocktails while cursing the rations and training camp commanders. Until a drunk recruit named Conor Ward suddenly started sobbing.
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Conor Ward is an anomaly in the second platoon and the first class. He has short light blond hair, light blue eyes, dark and healthy chocolate skin, and is tall and strong. He is obviously only twenty-three years old, but his melancholy eyes
And the sad expression he often showed made him look much older than a young man like Augustus.
Ward never smiled, and he didn't even speak much. This kind of character was obviously not old. Augustus once noticed that he looked at his family photos silently.
It was by a small river where blue and green intertwined. Connuo was hugging a beautiful woman, with three blond children standing at his feet. His smile was bright and sunny, as if he was another person.
A happy husband and father.
When Ward cried and told everyone how his wife and lovely children were killed by the Camorians, the sadness and pain revealed in that photo became even deeper.
A Kaimorian assault company attacked the unsuspecting Reikdorf on the planet Terrador III in the second year of the Guild Wars.
This should only be an operation aimed at destroying local military facilities, but mining areas where a large number of civilians and workers live and work, gas refineries and even underground transportation pipeline nodes have all been attacked.
Ward worked in one of the gas refineries, and his wife had warned him before the attack that he should flee their house and hide in the open, but he believed it was impossible for the Camorians to penetrate deep into the core world of the Federation.
Moria is quite far away from the Terrador system. Before the disaster struck, all the men and women were saying: We are still far from war.
The Camorians were merciless. They used incendiary bombs and laser weapons, turning all the factories into bright pillars of fire. Hundreds of feet high, a cloud of dust, glass and people rose up and burrowed into the ground.
The missile penetrated deep into the mine, and hundreds of workers were shocked to death, scalded to death by the scorching air, and then buried by the collapsed pit.
At that time, the entire gas refinery was burning, and the fire engulfed the residential area where the workers' families lived, including Ward's wife and their two young children. Ward only had time to save his youngest daughter.
His youngest daughter did not survive either.
Kemerian fighter jets swooped down and fired at the unarmed civilians. The laser beam hit Ward's two-year-old daughter, and he watched as she was turned into pieces.
Ward's drinking capacity was very problematic. He was very drunk and easily drunk. Perhaps he had been suppressed for too long and needed to vent. He cried for a long time until Augustus and Renault carried him back.
Augustus then decided not to let Connaught drink wine unless necessary, and to observe and record his suicidal tendencies, which might have killed them all on the battlefield.