Chapter 389: Journey (below)

After a simple medical examination and check-in process, Garpason Larne received his new uniform and brand name, and was assigned to the intimate boot camp where he will be trained for three months to master All the skills a soldier should theoretically master.
Then, he will be assigned to his own unit-the 2nd Independent Division, 24 Infantry Regiment, 3 Battalion, 4 Companies, 2 Divisions.
"What the is this?"
His squad leader, Steve, stared at the young man with a mixture of disgust and suspicion.
"A new mascot? This kid hasn't been a soldier at all! Your name, Pvt.? And where is your mother-in-law's beard?"
He began to growl loudly, without a hairy head reflecting the sunlight coming in through the door. The people in the tent were watching like a joke. Each of them was between 25-30 years old, obviously Re-information reserve.
Garpason Larne is the only recruit.
How much he couldn't bear the fear of this terrified boy, the accompanying company commander said for him:
"His name is Garpathan Larne, and it's just 18 this year, from Black Castle."
"Hey! Where are you from Black Castle?"
A soldier with a small flat head came up with a smile.
"Cloth, Breta."
"I am from Leighton, and my name is Ferom Teja."
He walked up and patted Garpason Rahn on the shoulder, and turned to squad leader Steve:
"Let me look after him later."
"up to you."
His fellow villagers led him to an empty berth. It was a position near the corner of the wall. It could not be said to be very good, but it was a good position for Garparson Larne, who was slightly lonely.
He put his things down, lay on the bed, and took out a booklet from his pocket. ,
Every soldier who walks out of the new camp will get such a booklet. It is said that it is also the "first-hand material" supported by the Benedict Empire. It contains some information about Ouk and some skills for combating Oke. Overall In fact, it is actually four big characters-very simple.
"So where is Caddy?"
"East side, I only knew it by looking at the map."
The veterans began to gather together to play cards and talk about where the troops would be stationed.
"I heard that the green skin was fierce, and the people of Arkham were all dead."
A loud soldier shouted, and Rahn's hand shook gently.
Well, it doesn't sound so bad. Before he had never dealt with Green Leather, Larne thought they were similar to those in the booklet.
After all, their well-known image is a rude, dull barbarian, which means that no matter what they do, they will only be treated as a laughing stock. At least fortunately, before they actually face the lively Oaker, Larne Think so.
So, he quickly calmed his inner uneasiness, squeezed a confident smile on his face, and continued to learn how to deal with this creature better.
"What are you looking at?"
Fellow Teja of the same country came over, carrying two small iron cups in his hands, which were filled with brown and steaming beverages-kalphine.
"That's why I still have a chance to drink it now. It's not necessary to go to the front."
"Thank you."
After receiving the cup from the other party, Larne seemed very grateful.
"What are you looking at?"
As the other party took a sip, Ferrom took a look at the booklet and smiled.
"I advise you not to watch this."
"Ok?"
Larne was choked, coughed a few times, and looked at his fellow countryman in puzzlement.
"Most of the above is wrong. I am a postman. I often read some well-known newspapers. The very authoritative "Life of the World" in the field of biological sciences once published a paper on Oak, I was sending mail at the time. I turned over when I was bored."
His words succeeded in attracting Larne. He put down the glass and listened with all his heart.
"...I can't remember the specific content. It is probably that Oak is very, very strong. He can twist the steel with his bare hands. The thick skin is not a hit. The ordinary bullets are difficult to kill them, and they can not eat or drink. Live for a long time, in short it is very powerful."
After listening to Rahn, he felt a sudden jump in his heart. He picked up the "Oak Combat Guide" on his hand, turned a few pages, and pointed to the picture above:
"Isn't it said that a human soldier can fight five Oks."
"Do you believe it? You dare to go to the Oak to fight me as I said above. The head is screwed down for you without breathing."
Larne wiped the sweat on his forehead, and he finally realized where the restlessness of this period came from—the fear.
Although the instructors said so lightly, he still can feel from the lines that the kind of things they want to cover up, such as the tragedy of Arkham, are topics that the instructors try to avoid.
"Don't scare him."
Another man came over. He had short brown hair and neat brown hair, and he had two curly beards. He looked unexpectedly bookish.
"My name is James Madsen, an elementary school teacher and a veteran."
Due to the previous peace, the service period of the New California Republic is very short, so apart from the militia, the large-scale mobilization here recruited veterans within six years, most of them are in the industrial and agricultural industries, such as teachers such as very Rare.
"Hello there."
James walked up, picked up the booklet, and said:
"Actually, there is nothing wrong with it. Ok is pretty stupid. According to what I have learned, they are particularly fond of melee, going straight and without any tactical qualities, as long as you don't approach them."
"What if they rush over?"
"You are holding a gun~EbookFREE.me~and not a fishing rod."
With a chuckle, the crowd suddenly rejoiced.
"What makes you so happy?"
The squad leader who had not been there suddenly came in and shouted:
"stand up!!!"
With a clatter, everyone jumped out of bed and started to tidy up their clothes and wear hats.
"The troops will be transferred soon! Get your things together quickly! Three minutes later, the outside playground will gather!"
After Steve finished speaking, he first began to pack his things. Others bent over and dragged the marching bags out of the bed, as did Larne, but he began to get nervous.
This is the first time he has been so far from home since childhood.
A strange land, a group of strange comrades, and even stranger enemies.
What will the future look like?
Will he die?
Will I never see my family again?
Suddenly, he saw an exquisite silver holy emblem in his bag. After his mother sold a sheep, his father pleaded with the bishop to wish him the Kaimon holy emblem.
Larne looked at it, feeling a little trance, and he didn't pick up the holy emblem and hang it around his neck until the people around him were almost ready.
In any case, he will set foot on the battlefield, with the blessings of his loved ones.
Million souvenirs! ! ! ! ! To be honest, I really didn't expect to write so many words. This book was already a bit cool when the 6W word was not signed, and the editor did not give up and gave a few recommendations, but there was no improvement. Consciously quite ashamed. Although I'm a novice, I also understand that web texts need to be cool and rhythmic, and the niche essays have a way out, but since the story has already been decided that way, it's no matter how difficult it is. Million is not the end point, but a new starting point, I hope everyone will support it in the future!