Loud roars kept coming, making the playground extremely lively.
Those Indonesian recruits were as tired as dead dogs. It felt like after just such a short period of training, half of their lives were gone.
"Oh my god, these Chinese people are indeed crazy."
"No wonder our troops were beaten to a pulp. Training like this every day, how can it not be awesome?"
"Yeah, it's okay if you don't accept it."
"Okay, stop talking and save some energy."
All the guys who were recruited into the Indonesian reserve forces were muttering in a low voice. Although they still had hatred for the Chinese troops, they had to admire the hard work of these Chinese soldiers. This was something they would never have dared to think about in their previous training.
Such high-intensity training is too much for them.
The officials sent by the Indonesian government to supervise the situation also left with peace of mind. No matter how annoying these Chinese soldiers were, at least their promises were trustworthy.
It was getting dark, and after the evening training ended, the Indonesian soldiers truly turned into dead dogs, lying staggering on the playground one by one.
"Get up and sit down."
"quick."
Da da da.
Puff.
Bullets were fired at them, scaring the guys so much that they urinated and quickly got up.
"General, what are you doing?" the colonel asked He Zhenzhong in confusion.
"Attend class."
Classes? The confusion on the face of the colonel leader became even more intense. What classes are there this evening?
"Hope and hatred are the source of everyone's strength. Therefore, if you want an army to become stronger, you must let them know what they are fighting for."
Hearing He Zhenzhong's words, the colonel commander frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and suddenly felt that it made sense. No wonder these Chinese soldiers were not afraid of death when they charged. However, he secretly glanced at He Zhenzhong, was this guy going to die?
Is it their image that motivates these Indonesian soldiers?
This is of course impossible.
Soon, two large screens were erected and appeared in front of everyone. Everyone was wondering, after a hard day, should they show a movie to them?
soon.
The screen lit up, and a scene of the Fire Phoenix girls taking a helicopter to shoot at high altitude appeared.
All the Indonesian soldiers suddenly became serious*, sitting up straight, with deep pain and hatred in their eyes. Is this still their capital, their home?
The high-rise buildings were riddled with holes by artillery fire, and many of them had even collapsed. The streets were full of craters caused by shells. The camera zoomed in, and the glass windows of the shops on both sides of the street had been shattered.
It was a mess inside and had obviously been looted.
The Indonesians who occasionally appear on the screen also look panicked, with obvious panic and confusion on their faces.
Their homes have been destroyed by the war, and their compatriots are suffering. Many Indonesians clenched their fists. Their fatigue seemed to have disappeared from their bodies, and their faces showed a look of perseverance again.
The screen changes.
Whoosh.
boom.
Gunshots and artillery fire rang out.
This was a scene of war in the city at that time.
"General, this..."
"What's wrong?" He Zhenzhong asked softly.
Staring at the Indonesian soldiers who were exchanging fire on the screen, the colonel's eyes were full of pain. This was the scene that their soldiers least wanted to see, a civil war.
Huh, the colonel leader took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Isn't there something wrong with this? Our enemy..."
"Aren't they the rebels?" He Zhenzhong shrugged, "Is it possible that the ones you are killing now are not the rebels?"
The colonel leader was immediately discouraged. Yes, they were allies with the Chinese people now, and their main enemies were the rebels. He wanted to stop, but when he saw the momentum of the Indonesian soldiers changing, he
Hesitated again.
The picture on the screen continues.
Especially when scenes of riots in the city center appeared, with rows and rows of Indonesians falling under the guns of their own people, and blood even filling the drainage ditch next to them, those Indonesians could not sit still.
They all stood up. This was the first time they saw these scenes.
After making a gesture, Tang Xinyi and others behind them quickly turned off the screen.
Deng Deng Deng.
He Zhenzhong walked to the front and said loudly in Indonesian: "Did you see it? This is the sorrow of a soldier, watching your capital and your home destroyed by the war. Tell me, who is slaughtering your compatriots?
?”
"Rebels."
The Indonesian soldiers roared, their eyes were bloodshot and they were breathing heavily. They could see clearly that in the scene just now, the rebels were all firing and firing, and their relatives died in those
in the hands of rebels.
"Yes, they are those rebels. They are Indonesians, but they raised bloody butcher knives against their compatriots." He Zhenzhong continued to yell: "Tell me, do you want to kill them?"
"kill."
"kill."
"kill."
He Zhenzhong nodded with satisfaction, "Then, continue practicing."
"yes."
As if they had forgotten their fatigue, the Indonesian soldiers stood up one after another and started training enthusiastically again under the leadership of their instructors.
"Let's see, how's the effect?"
After hearing what He Zhenzhong said, the Indonesian colonel had to admit that the effect was indeed very good, and everyone's mental outlook had changed. But he felt a little awkward, but he couldn't find a reason to refute He Zhenzhong, because they were now
The biggest enemy is indeed the rebels, and those rebels really deserve to die, and they actually massacre people in groups.
call.
He took a deep breath and clenched his fists. No matter what, the most important thing was to improve the strength of the troops first. As long as he kept an eye on it, there shouldn't be any problems.
The corners of He Zhenzhong's mouth also turned up. It is true that there will be no problem now, but what if it continues like this? He is too tired every day to think about anything. With this stimulation, it will change over time.
In the busy training, two days passed.
On this day, there was light rain in the sky early in the morning, and there was a sad and depressing atmosphere in the base. The whole city of Jakarta has entered a state of martial law, because today is the day when the sacrificed soldiers of the Death Special Forces Brigade are buried.
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(ps: Thank you all for your support. I recommend a friend's book "Saving the Warriors of the Three Kingdoms". That year, Diao Chan had not yet entered the Situ Mansion. That year, Cai Wenji was still reciting poems and composing poems in the north window. That year, Jiangdong II
Qiao's reputation was rumored, and he was about to get married... That year, a generation of urban overlords was reborn from the ashes and landed in the world of the Three Kingdoms. Well, this is a domineering man who traveled through the world of the Three Kingdoms, saved the system, and competed with the eighteenth princes for supremacy in the world.
A beautiful story about a beautiful woman returning home!).