After tidying up the dormitory, I took advantage of the time I had gathered. The Romanian young man Saba took the lead in speaking, breaking the dullness in the dormitory...

The corporal looked at all in front of him and had no intention of talking much. Seeing that the only non-commissioned officer present ignored it, gradually, the few people also let go...

"Man, it seems you know a lot!"

"No, I haven't eaten yet! I feel like I can't eat enough every day. I really don't dare to think about what the result will be if I want to reduce food..."

Hearing the wailing of the Russian strong man Vladimir, everyone, including Chen Bin, couldn't help but smile a knowing smile. This guy looked like a typical devil-muscle-muscle man...

This kind of fitness madman has a big appetite. Thinking about the little bread in the selection center, it is really not enough for him to eat. But then again, Chen Bin feels a little hungry...

My gains in the teaching world are much more than just learning sniper techniques or adding some physical points in the end. You should know that before, in China, I served in a very ordinary armored infantry regiment for two years of compulsory military service.

It is neither a special force nor a cowhide force like the Blue Army. To the big unit, it is just a dissatisfied group of Type B Army, saying it is an armored infantry regiment, but the armored vehicles have not been driven out several times a year...

Naturally, if you originally wanted to talk about military quality, you really couldn't say that you were excellent. You can only say that you were qualified to be a big soldier.

In this case, after more than a year of elimination training for seals, my physical fitness, military skills, etc. can be said to have made leap progress. And these are not considered external objects...

Naturally, when leaving the teaching world, it was retained by the system. Then I added points to my physical fitness and endurance...

So although Chen Bin is thin and small now, it is hard to say whether the devil-muscle man can compete with him or not, but Chen Bin thinks his level is not worse than that buddy!

As your physical fitness becomes stronger, your daily metabolism will naturally increase. The food that used to be barely full is now hungry if you can't hold on for dinner...

Even after being able to last for so long, Chen Bin felt that it was caused by the distraction of his attention by knowing his new comrades. To be honest, he should have been hungry long ago!

"Hehe, so eat as much as you can at night! Man!"

Saba smiled and patted Vladimir on the shoulder.

"Have you done your homework before you come? For example, I asked the fellow villagers who served in the Corps... I heard them say that the most difficult stage of the Corps is the four months of the Fourth Regiment, and here, the first month is counted, and the farm month is the most difficult!"

Listening to Saba's words, except for the Korean, the rest nodded slightly. Looking at their appearance, Barcelona's mouth twitched and couldn't help asking.

"Hey guys! Why are you all here?"

"You're poor! I'm not the rich guys in Moscow or St. Petersburg. The factory worked hard for a month and couldn't make much money. Why don't you come here to try your luck!"

Perhaps I am grateful for Barcelona's suggestions that he can fill himself up, Vladimir was the first to respond to Barcelona's question. This answer obviously resonated with Barcelona...

"Okay, I understand you, so do I. Romania is not a wealthy country either..."

Looking at the two of them sympathize with each other, Chen Bin had no doubt that he was the first to join the two sessions... and later facts proved that this was indeed the case...

"I'm a little better than you. Although I'm not rich, I can't be considered poor. I saw the promotional video of the Foreign Corps and felt so cool, so I came! Experience a different life and change to a residence permit. If you are lucky, it's good to earn a high salary and go back!"

Brazilian student Andred shrugged, looking at it, it seemed that the poor man in the room had broken his fantasy of the foreign corps...

After the three of them finished speaking, their eyes naturally fell on Chen Bin and the Korean, who were also the only two yellow people here. Perhaps in the eyes of the other three, Chen Bin and the Korean were both from the same country, so they naturally regarded them as a small group...

"Richard, Chinese, come here to find gold!"

Chen Bin nodded to the few people and introduced himself. However, he had no idea to explain in detail...

First, the people I just met are not familiar with each other. Second, who knows how many people in this room can be left behind in the end?

Besides, even if someone stays, they may not be assigned to the same unit in the end. They are all passers-by, and Chen Bin feels that it is useless to say more. And the Korean uncle doesn’t know if he has the same idea. Like Chen Bin, he briefly introduced his name, and it’s all over.

What does it seem to be called, "Park Ji-ming"?

But this doesn't matter anymore, it's all pseudonyms anyway. Even Chen Bin, a yellow man, took a pseudonym of a white man and asked Saba to make a few jokes...

However, when Chen Bin first took this name, he was just listening to "Wedding in a Dream". As a patient with difficulty naming, he just used Richard Clayderman's Richard.

"Okay, the tea party time is over! New melon seeds, gather! It's time to start dinner!"

After quietly waiting for everyone to introduce each other, Serbian corporal Kevin stood up from his position and ordered. It was not until later that Chen Bin realized how rare it was for the corporal he met to allow them to introduce themselves slowly...

After dinner and resting for a night, everyone took the bus again to the so-called farm.

To be honest, before this, Chen Bin never understood what a farm was...

As a southerner, Chen Bin always only has the concept of rural areas. I have heard of collective farms in the Northeast, but I have never seen them. I am busy studying French in the teaching world and have never had the opportunity to visit farms in the United States...

However, even though I have never seen a farm or farm, Chen Bin also knows that the so-called farm in front of me is definitely not a serious farm!

Where the bus stopped, there were a few thick French sycamore trees on both sides, and a garbage recycling station... No, it should be said to be a garbage concentration point. Next to this garbage concentration point, there were a group of dirt-faced guys wearing f2 camouflage...

After getting off the car, looking at their somewhat dull gaze and the inexplicable stench on their bodies, Chen Bin looked at the garbage around them and concentrated on the spot...

OK, this is really appropriate!

If it weren't for the queue discipline and the lack of wanting to cause trouble, Chen Bin would almost run to those people and ask, "What kind of garbage are you?"

Continue to look at the camouflage uniforms on them, Chen Bin seemed to have an answer in his heart.
Chapter completed!