Chapter 680: Thought

Chapter 680 Thought

The training ground where the new barracks is located is not big. One circle around it is about 300 meters, and ten circles is 3 kilometers.

Three thousand meters may not be a big deal to soldiers. The problem is that they are not soldiers, or they are soldiers who have just started training, and most of them are young soldiers who have not been trained from school, and the training ground is muddy. One foot is deep and the other is shallow, and from time to time, I will fall because of sinking into muddy puddles or slipping.

To make matters worse, "Cyclops" was still yelling beside them: "speed up, move fast! If this is a battlefield, most of you will be dead!"

"One-eyed Dragon" is also Captain Grigovich, the battalion commander of the new army battalion. Because he only has one eye, the nickname "One-eyed Dragon" naturally fell whether he wanted to or not.

Shuerka found a stone in the training ground. Denisokov was diligent, and rushed to catch up with him and wiped off the mud on the stone with a towel. After Shurka sat down, he handed over the water bottle.

Of course, the kettle is filled with Vodka. To be honest, drinking Vodka in this hot summer is not a pleasant thing, but I don’t know when Shulka can’t do without Vodka.

This is a bit like smoking. Shulka was not a good smoker in the past. He even tried to control himself not to smoke in order to be able to fight snipers better. But as the war deepened... tobacco and alcohol gradually became a part of Shulka's backpack. The thing of heart.

Investigating the reason, Shurka believes that on the one hand, it is due to environmental reasons.

As the saying goes, those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. If the people around you are drinking and smoking but you don’t smoke or drink, it will appear that you are different and can’t integrate with them.

Although Shulka doesn’t need to rely on this to integrate with them, it will be affected subconsciously, and then at first, he will have a few sticks or drink a few sips occasionally, and then his appetite will grow bigger and bigger.

On the other hand, it is because the pressure on the battlefield is too high and too tense.

This kind of tension has even become a habit, or it can be said to be a kind of psychology.

To put it simply, after a battle or a busy day's work, the muscles or brain nerves of the whole body are still tense, and they can't relax even when they are resting or even falling asleep...the tension time is too long The body has forgotten to relax.

So when I woke up, although I felt better than not sleeping, it was like the war was still going on in my dream, and my whole body was still sore after waking up.

If you take a few mouthfuls of Vodka to anesthetize yourself before going to bed, and then smoke one beautifully, it will not only make it easier to fall asleep, but also allow your body to get enough rest.

At this time, Shulka was very relaxed. He watched the recruits stumbling and running in the mud leisurely with one hand smoking and the other hand drinking, and finally returned to the training ground to assemble after ten laps.

Shuerka stepped forward abruptly, hiccupped facelessly, and asked, "Now, tell me, do you want to be heroes or soldiers?"

"Of course a hero, Comrade Shulka!"

"We want to be heroes like you!"

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"Very good!" Shulka nodded at Grigovich: "Continue, ten laps!"

"Run, run!" Grigovich yelled at the recruits without hesitation.

This time, the recruits couldn't stand it any longer, and their feet seemed to be filled with lead, especially those female soldiers, whose faces were pale and gasping for breath, as they struggled to move forward like puppets on strings. keep pace.

But Shulka didn't soften his heart at all, he still sat back on the original stone and waited while drinking wine.

Then with a "thump", a soldier fell to the ground and couldn't get up, or it could be said that he didn't want to get up.

Then there was another one, including a female soldier who seemed to have fainted, because Shulka saw Grigovich call in medical soldiers for emergency measures.

Grigovich looked towards Shulka, as if he wanted Shulka to let him go.

But Shulka didn't want them to stop at all, so the recruits had no choice but to continue running forward. At this time, even Grigovich couldn't bear to urge them any longer, and asked them to slow down and run the whole distance one by one.

"If you answer this question!" Shulka asked Denisokov: "Will you run there like them?"

"Yes!" Denisokov replied: "But I won't be like them, I mean running, it's not difficult for me!"

"So, how many laps will you have to run before you fall like them?" Shulka asked back: "Give me a number, and I can wait for you!"

Denisokov couldn't help being stunned, he knew what Shulka meant.

Anyone has a limit, let alone Denisokov, no one in the army can run forever, and for Shulka it was just a matter of saying a number.

Shulka ignored Denisokov. He walked up to the group of recruits whose company couldn't stand upright, and asked, "Now, tell me, do you want to be heroes or soldiers?"

No one spoke because they already knew the answer Shulka wanted them to say.

After a moment of silence, someone asked breathlessly: "Is there any difference between them, Comrade Shulka? Whether they are heroes or soldiers, they are all fighting the enemy on the battlefield, aren't they?"

"Do you think there is no difference between them?" Shulka replied: "If you want to be heroes, what will you do? Let me tell you, you will rush at the enemy when you know you can't charge, that's what heroes should do." Did it, didn’t you? But if it’s just a soldier, you’re just a soldier, and you should consider orders from your superiors more than charge!”

After a pause, Shulka continued: "At the same time, I believe that you have heard about me and my troops, when fighting on the battlefield, they are indomitable and heroic charges, right?"

The recruits couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the words.

After a while, someone asked back: "Isn't it?"

This was already expected by Shulka. The Soviet army will always have the same caliber in propaganda, but they are obviously not true.

Shulka shook his head at Grigovich and said, "You tell them!"

Grigovich didn't seem to know Shulka's purpose of tossing these recruits until this time, that is to change their thinking, the kind of thinking that is very dangerous on the battlefield and thinks that they can't retreat at any time.

"No, comrades!" Grigovich straightened his body and said very seriously: "We are fighting the enemy in Stalingrad, and more is actually retreating, hiding, and surviving!"

(end of this chapter)