Chapter 185

In the next few days, Steve received hellish training here. In fact, the training on others was just recruit training, such as running, learning to crawl and so on, but it was a little too intense for him.

His heart disease and asthma make him feel the pain of bursting in front of his chest every time.

But he still insisted that he wanted to go to war anyway, and it was the only chance that was hard won. So even if he is the last one in any project, he still won't give up.

At first, his teammates might have looked down on him, because he was a sick boy, and joining the army seemed like a joke.

But a few days later, all but Hodge were impressed by his perseverance. No matter how his body was, the soul contained in it was undoubtedly strong enough.

Americans in this era are also influenced by many simple ideas. They will respect anyone who is worthy of respect.

And in training, Steve showed great wisdom.

When the instructor led them to a flagpole dozens of miles away from the Caspian camp, he told them that no one had been able to take the flag off for 30 years. If anyone could take the flag off the top of the flagpole, the journey back would not have to run, but would be able to ride back to the camp with agent Carter.

There are cars to save energy, and there are beautiful instructors like Carter in the car. Others swarm to the flagpole and climb up like monkeys.

Steve watched for a while. After the helpless crowd dispersed, he pulled out the bolt under the flagpole. The flagpole fell down. He easily picked up the flag on the ground and handed it to the instructor.

"Thank you, sir."

Then he climbed into Carter's jeep, which showed his firm will and wisdom, which made Carter look at him differently. Obviously, he was about to run out of breath. He could still think calmly. And after doing what others can't do, he is not arrogant and impetuous.

This is a very valuable character.

Su Ming didn't meet with them these days. He came to the barracks once in a while. He just took a look from a distance. Now, the deadline of a week is coming, and he is getting closer and closer to the appearance of the American captain.

At dusk on the seventh day, Philip and Dr. Erskine were standing on the playground talking about the recruits. They needed to decide on the final candidate.

"Why, doctor, how did you choose Steve? He's too small. "

Colonel Philip reluctantly complained to Dr. Erskine that it was not easy for Steve to hold on this week, but his words and deeds did not look like a soldier at all.

Dr. Erskine turned to look at the crowd in the sunset. He tilted his head and asked, "who do you think you're looking for?"

"That's what Hodge looks like." Philip's sense of Hodge is not bad, although the guy is a thorn, but the more prickly in the army, the more capable he is.

The army is going to the battlefield, not to the parade.

Dr Erskine shook his head. "Hodge is a bull. I need a good man."

"But he has courage. It takes courage to go to war." Captain Philippe took a grenade from his weapon box, pulled out the pull ring and threw it at the recruits. The green ball jumped into the crowd. Then he yelled, "grenade!"

When the recruits were scattered, everyone began to look for shelter, but only Steve, hurled himself on the grenade, hoping to protect his comrades with his body.

"Get out of my way, stay away from me!"

Agent Carter looked at him with appreciative eyes. Although he was small, his courage was better than anyone else.

She has green eyes for Steve. Although this man is small and thin, his soul is very big. She firmly supports the doctor's view that Steve is the right person.

The grenade did not explode. It was a fake mine for training throwing.

But the Colonel thought that Hodge, the most courageous man, hid the farthest. It took him a long time to look up and crack the Colonel's face.

"He's still too skinny."

Dr. Erskine looked at the colonel with a teasing look. Even though the Colonel's face was thick, he could not help blushing. Finally, he squeezed out a sentence and ran away.

...

two more days will be the day of the experiment. These two days are used to give Steve a rest and prepare for other staff.

That night, the whole camp was empty, and only Steve was alone. Those comrades who had trained together, when they succeeded, meant that they all failed.

The losers must leave, perhaps to other combat forces, or to other departments of the strategic science corps, but the cruelty of the war is also reflected in the barracks. There is no choice but to survive the fittest.

Some figures were walking outside the window, and Steve was still reading.

Dr. Erskine was carrying a bottle of wine, and two glasses were probing at the door: "is it convenient for me to come in?"

"Of course."Steve closed his book and asked the doctor in with a smile.

He actually doesn't know much about the experiment he's going to do. He just hears about an injection, and then he gets stronger.

The doctor strode up to Steve and put down his glass on the trunk at the head of the bed: "can't you sleep?"

"I guess... I'm a little nervous." Steve shook his head slightly and said to himself.

The doctor sat on the bed opposite him. The light in the room was very bright, but the doctor's expression was not easy: "me too."

Steve put his palms together in the middle of his legs and leaned forward slightly. He looked at the doctor's face, which was full of traces of years.

"I always have a question... Why me?"

The doctor opened his mouth and helped his glasses, as if in memory, because his other hand was constantly squeezing the stopper of the bottle.

"I think that's why you can't sleep." The doctor sighed and raised his eyebrows as if relieved: "the answer comes from Augsburg, my hometown."

Steve listened attentively to the doctor. The camp was very quiet. The doctor's voice reached his ears clearly. His mood was mixed with excitement, anxiety and tension.

It's like knocking over the seasoning box in my heart.

The doctor continued his conversation. He recalled his youth.

"In fact, many people have forgotten that the first country that Nazi invaded was actually their motherland. You know, after the first World War, my citizens fought and tried hard, but they only felt their weakness and their own insignificance."

The doctor slapped his knee with his empty hand. He always looked at the sufferings of his motherland. People were not fed and clothed. Britain and France took too much from them.

"When they felt powerless, moustache showed up with his team. They were wearing uniform, holding bright flags and walking on the street, publicizing his struggle and belief... People found straw after falling into the water."

The doctor raised his glasses again. There were slight scratches on the lenses. He was just subconscious, which showed that his mind was far from as calm as the surface.

"And then he heard about me, about my experiment. He asked me to strengthen his army, and I was not interested in this proposal... So he chose Hydra Hydra as his research institution, and one of the leaders of Hydra was named John Schmidt, a leading madman. "

This is the first time Steve heard about Hydra. His expression also became serious. There was a kind of intuition telling him that the strategic science Corps was set up to fight against it.

"Moustache and Schmidt, both very fond of mysticism, used it to inspire his followers. But for Schmidt, these mysterious things are not all fictional. He believes that his God has prepared a mysterious power for human beings, which may be buried in some unknown place... So when he heard about my research, he could no longer resist himself

The room became quiet, the doctor looked down and recalled the past, while Steve was thinking about the doctor's words. He felt that an unknown dangerous world opened to him, and he had only seen the tip of the iceberg of the real world.

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