Chapter 184: Talk heart

In the next few days, Steve received hell-style training here. In fact, these trainings were just recruit training on others. It was running, learning to crawl and so on, but for him there was something. It's too intense.
　　 His heart disease and asthma make him feel the same painful burst of chest every time.
　　 But he persisted, he wanted to go to the battlefield anyway, and this was the only hard-won opportunity. So even if he is the last one in any project, he still won't give up.
　　 At first, his teammates might still look down on him, because he looked like a sick child, and joining the army seemed like a child’s play.
　　 But after a few days, everyone except Hodge was admired for his tenacious perseverance. No matter what 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 Steve also showed extraordinary wisdom in training.
When the instructor took them across a flagpole that was dozens of miles away from Caspian Camp, he told them that no one had taken the flag off for thirty years. If anyone could take the flag off the top of the flagpole, then return. There is no need to run the distance, instead, you can ride back to the camp with Agent Carter.
　　 There is a car to save energy, and there are beautiful instructors like Carter in the car, and the others flock to the flagpole, climbing up like a monkey.
　　 And Steve watched from behind for a while. After the helpless crowd dispersed, he unplugged the pin under the flagpole, the flagpole fell, and he easily picked up the flag on the ground and handed it to the instructor.
"Thank you, sir."
　　 Then he panted and climbed into Carter's jeep. The firm will and wisdom he showed made Carter look at him differently. He could still think calmly when he was about to run out of breath. And after doing things that others can't do, he is not arrogant or impatient.
　　 This is a very precious character.
　　 Su Ming did not meet with them these days. He occasionally visited the barracks and just took a long look. Now the one-week deadline is approaching, and the appearance of Captain America is getting closer and closer.
　　 At dusk on the seventh day, Philip and Dr. Erskine stood on the side of the playground talking about these recruits. They needed to determine the final candidate.
　　 "Why, doctor, how did you choose Steve? He is too thin."
　　 Colonel Philip reluctantly complained to Dr. Erskine that it was really not easy for Steve to persist this week, but his words and deeds did not look like a soldier at all.
　　Dr. Erskine turned his head to look at the crowd in the sunset, and asked with a tilted head, "Then who do you think?"
　　 "Hodge, that's what a soldier looks like." Philip has no bad sense to Hodge. Although that guy is a thorny head, the more thorny head in the army, the more capable he is.
　　The army wants to go to the battlefield, not to participate in a military parade.
　　 Dr. Erskine shook his head: "Hodge is a bull, what I need is a good person."
"But he has the courage. It takes courage to go to the battlefield." Colonel Philip took out a grenade from the munition box at hand, pulled off the tab and threw it to the recruits' team. The green ball jumped into it. In the crowd, then he shouted: "Grenade!"
　　 After a while, the recruits made birds and beasts scattered, and everyone began to look for shelter, but only Steve rushed on the grenade, hoping to use his body to protect his comrades.
　　 "Hurry up and stay away from me!"
　　The knowing agent Carter looked at him with admiration. Although he was small, he was more courageous than anyone.
　　 She has blue eyes on Steve. Although this man is thin, but his soul is very tall, she firmly supports the doctor's view, and Steve is the right person.
　　 The grenade did not explode, it was a fake mine for training throwing.
　　 But the colonel thought Hodge was the most courageous and hid the farthest. It took him a long time to look up and crack the colonel's face.
　　 "He is still too skinny."
　　 Dr. Erskine looked at the colonel with a joke. No matter how thick the colonel’s face was, he couldn’t help but blush. Finally, he squeezed out a sentence and fled.
　　...........
　　 Two more days will be the days for the experiment. These two days are used to give Steve a break and other staff to prepare.
　　 That night, the whole barracks were empty, and only Steve was alone. Those comrades who had trained together, when they succeeded, it meant that they all failed.
　　 The loser must leave, perhaps to other combat units, or to other departments of the Strategic Science Corps, but the cruelty of war is also reflected in the barracks. There is no choice and the survival of the fittest.
　　 Some people are walking outside the window, Steve still looks down at the book.
　　 Dr. Erskine carrying a bottle of wine, two glasses probed at the door: "Is it convenient for me to come in?"
"of course."
　　 Steve closed the book in his hand and smiled and invited the doctor in.
　　 He actually doesn't know much about the experiment to be carried out. He just heard that after a shot, he will become stronger.
Dr. 　　 strode towards Steve and put the wine glass on the suitcase beside the bed: "Can't sleep?"
　　 "I guess...I'm a little nervous." Steve shook his head slightly and said mockingly.
　　 Dr. sat on the bed opposite him. The indoor lighting was very bright, but the Dr.'s expression was not relaxed: "Me too."
　　 Steve put his palms together, placed between his legs, leaning forward slightly, he looked at the doctor's face, it was all traces of time.
　　 "I always have a question...Why me?"
Dr. 　　 opened his mouth and helped his glasses, as if reminiscing, because his other hand kept squeezing the stopper of the wine bottle.
　　 "I think this is the root cause of your inability to fall asleep." The doctor sighed and raised his eyebrows as if he was relieved: "The answer comes from Augsburg, my hometown."
　　 Steve listened attentively to what the doctor said. The barracks were very quiet, and the doctor’s voice clearly reached his ears. His current mood was mixed with excitement, anxiety, and tension.
　　 is like knocking over the spice box in my heart.
Dr. 　　 continued his topic, and he recalled his youth.
"In fact, many people have forgotten that the first country the Nazi invaded was actually their motherland. You know, after World War I, my people have worked hard~EbookFREE.me~, but they only feel When it comes to my weakness, my own insignificance."
Dr. 　　 slapped his knees with his empty hands. He has been watching the sufferings of his motherland all the time. People can't get enough to eat or wear warmth. Britain and France have taken away too much of them.
"When they felt powerless, Moustache showed up with his team. They wore uniform uniforms and walked on the streets with bright flags, propagating his struggle and belief... People found The straw after falling into the water."
Dr. 　　 raised his glasses again. There were slight scratches on the lenses. He was just a subconscious movement, indicating that his heart was far from being as calm as the surface.
"Then he heard about me and about my experiment. He asked me to strengthen his army, and I was not interested in this proposal...so he chose Hydra as his research Organization, one of the leaders of Hydra is called John Schmidt, he is a madman with leadership."
　　 This is the first time Steve has heard of the Hydra organization, and his expression becomes serious. There is an instinct telling him that the Strategic Science Corps is a unit formed to fight against it.
"Mustache and Schmidt both like the occult very much. Mustache uses it to inspire his followers. But for Schmidt, these mysterious things are not all fictional. He believes in his gods. Mankind has prepared a mysterious power, perhaps buried in some unknown place...So when he heard about my research, he could no longer hold onto 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 and dangerous world opened the door to him. He used to only see the tip of the iceberg of the real world.