Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Lunch is spaghetti.

This is the first lunch after Winster took over the kitchen. Although it's pasta, it tastes good.

"Wait, come back soon!" The chef left with an empty bucket. "These guys still want to pack!" He complained to Winster in the kitchen. These soldiers are really good enough to eat.

"This thing is orange." Tibo forked a few noodles with a fork and shook his head. "The pasta should not be orange."

Malachi gobbled it and said, "This is not spaghetti. This is army noodles stained with ketchup."

At this time, Granari came over with noodles and sat next to Malachi: "There is no rule that you must eat it."

"Get rid of it, Mr. Gonorrhea, as an Italian, I will have a bad conscience to call this garbage pasta." Malachi said with a tone of a lesson.

"Hey hey, if you don't eat, I want it." At this time, a hand stretched out from behind Malaqi, and someone was going to grab his plate.

Malachi quickly protected his plate and said hurriedly, "No, no, I'm still eating!"

"Go away!" Granari also shouted aside.

The whole restaurant is full of the sound of chewing food. I have to feel that this lunch is still satisfactory to the brothers of Company E.

"Don't you eat it?" Parks was in a daze at the plate of spaghetti. At this time, White broke the plate and took a glance at the large plate of spaghetti left in front of Parks. He said strangely, "It doesn't suit your taste? I feel good!"

Parks smiled and shook his head and said, "It's better to eat less. Eating too much is not suitable for strenuous exercise!"

"Exercise vigorously?" White sat in front of Parks. "Oh, don't be funny, Parks. Today is an indoor class. We will have a relaxing day."

"Do you think you can use normal thinking to speculate about Sober's behavior?" Parks frowned and looked at the devoured E Company brothers. He knew that when Sober came back, he ordered the soldiers who had just had lunch to run. Although this is a rapid march to train Company E in an emergency, if you often do so, it is obviously a test for the stomachs of the soldiers.

As he was talking, Sobo walked into the restaurant and ordered loudly: "Change the order, stand up!"

All the soldiers put down their plates and forks and stood up straight.

As Sober walked, he shouted, "The indoor course has been cancelled. Company E should now run outside the camp. Hurry up!" Then he glanced at Winster in the kitchen and shouted, "Go three miles, go back three miles!"

"Shit!" Granari scolded in a low voice, "Sorber shit!"

"It's really yours, Parks!" White also squeezed his eyes at Parks and whispered.

At this time, Sober was already shouting: "Go, horse! Hurry up, hurry up!"

Winster looked at everything in the kitchen and didn't think so. But he can't watch his brothers being tortured like this. He should be with his brothers and accompany them.

This is a torture for the soldiers of the E Company who have just eaten.

Not long after running, Hooborough vomited, and it was not too late to digest the noodles for lunch.

"You are a coward, Private Hubler." Sober scolded loudly behind him, "You should pack your ears and go home!"

Gordon also vomited.

"It seems that Gordon can't do it anymore, doesn't he, Gordon?" Sober said harshly, "Are you done? You will never get a paratrooper badge like this."

"Sergeant Randalman? You look tired. There is an ambulance waiting for you at the foot of the mountain. You can be relieved now. There is no more pain, no more recruit training, and no more Captain Sobo.

"Listen, this is Thorpe!" White muttered discontentedly, "I'm glad to listen to you, otherwise I can stand it!"

"I want to sing!" Randerman said to himself.

"Sing, Randalman! Let's go together!" At this time, a few people around also echoed.

"We took the parachute and landed on the grass." Randman sang.

"We don't have to put our feet on the ground, and our buttocks will always fall to the ground.

God of omnipotence, who are we?

We are the sky-killing paratroopers

We pulled the lift cable and landed on the grass

We don't have to land with our feet, we always have our buttocks on the ground

God of omnipotence, who are we?

We are God's paratroopers.

At the beginning, there was only Landman, but then all the brothers of E Company began to sing. This is the brother of E Company. Even in the face of moody Sober and cruel training, he always maintains a strong fighting spirit. This is the reason why Parks likes E-Ling. He smiled and sang loudly.

Sover looked at the group of soldiers singing loudly and their increasing fighting spirit. It was very complicated. Originally, he did it for Winters today, but Winters usually took care of them too much in training. He now saw Wentes in the line. He sang loudly with the soldiers and ran to the top of the mountain with the soldiers.

After running, all the soldiers of Company E were exhausted, and of course some of them were lying on the grass of the camp, complaining about the damn Captain Sober.

"In fact, this kind of training is not good at all!" Parks lay in the middle. He sat up and chewed the grass roots. "Hor to be honest, it works for us to survive in complex situations."

"I know." Gernelly spit out a piece of grass in his mouth with a "p" and put a handwriting on the grass. "I think Sober did this to give Winster a little color."

"Maybe he doesn't want to save our lives at all." Malachi exhaled, "He just wants to play his little abacus. He wants Company E to perform better than other companies. He just wants to make Colonel Sink happy."

It turns out that in E's heart, the brothers know what Thorber thinks. Parks couldn't help smiling. Of course, he could no longer incite such dissatisfaction. He stopped talking. After all, if the brothers have emotions in their hearts, it will only make the result worse in the future.

It is also out of Thorbo's "torture" whether sincere or false, and the performance of E Company in the 506 regiment is outstanding. Especially in basic training, Company E can always occupy the first place in the whole group.

Parks has gradually spent several months in E-Ling. The weather is gradually getting colder. Although the brothers of Company E were still dissatisfied with Captain Sober, they still survived.

In terms of physical fitness and basic training, Parks' performance has gradually become prominent. Since then, after this period of exercise, Parks's physical skills have gradually approached their previous life, and in addition to normal training, they have continuously used their own modern and more scientific training. Practice methods to exercise yourself. After all, you have to survive on the battlefield in the future. The stronger you are, the higher the chance of survival.

Although Captain Sober is no longer interested in Parks. But Parks's performance is not something that no one can see if he ignores it. Winters has reported for Parks' promotion for the third time.

"Are you sure you want to promote him to sergeant?" Sober looked down at the report submitted by Winster, knocked on the table with a pen, and then stared at Winters. "A non-commissioned officer of a company plays a leading role in the company. You know, Parks once promoted non-commissioned officer, and I proposed it, but he participated in the fight and had no discipline at all.

"Yes, Captain, I believe Parks will be a good non-commissioned officer." Winters insisted on his opinion.

"I'll think about it. Go out!" Thorber was a little annoyed and his tone was a little angry.

Winters stood upright, saluted Sober, and then went out. He is very optimistic about Parks. Whether he is training or getting along with his brothers, he has performed very well and is definitely the best choice for a non-commissioned officer. Once he decided, Winters didn't want to change, because he felt that his decision was right.

"Did Sober agree?" Nixon outside the camp saw Winters coming out.

"I don't know!" Winters calmly said, "Maybe I need to submit Parks's promotion report for the fourth time."

Nixon smiled: "Your persistence will annoy Sober."

"Do you think I should give in to Sobo?" Winster smiled and said, "Or are you asking a lieutenant to give in to a captain?"

Although Captain Sober was reluctant, Parks' appointment was made.

"Okay, Sergeant Parks!" Winster gave him the epaulette of the test tube. "I believe you must be a good sergeant."

Parks nodded: "Yes, Lieutenant!" He solemnly saluted Winster.

"Do it well!" Winster patted him on the shoulder before leaving. Yes, he won this round, but will Sober give up?

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