Morris raised his hand and pointed to the car door: "Where is the door, don't ask me."

Jeremy dared to leave alone: ​​"Let's go together, instructor."

Morris opened his eyes and sighed: "I can't stop you from wanting to die, but I don't want to die."

Jeremy shook her head quickly: "I just don't want to die."

Morris: "You don't have to die if you leave?"

Jeremy: "It's better than waiting to die? Maybe he wants to kill someone and silence..."

When he noticed Morris's eyes looking at the fool, the recruit Danzi couldn't help but stop talking: "Is there something wrong? Instructor."

Morris: "Jeremy, I know you are timid and make mistakes nervously when training for recruits. Just let you practice a few more times..."

Jeremy nodded: "I know, other people will only beat me..."

Morris: "It seems that they have beaten less now."

Jeremy: "Ah?"

Morris: "First of all, that person is going to kill someone and silence him, so we don't have to come here to wait for him."

"Secondly, since he asked us to wait for him, it proved that there was a place that needed us. If we found out that we ran away, we would really die when we met again."

"In the end, all the people at Mayport base died. I still went to the next base and went to the official to die. I have already sworn that I will never work for them again in my life."

"So, why should I leave?"

Jeremy was speechless.

If he had such a boldness, he would not have been bullied every day during training for a recruit.

It was Morris who warned other recruits, otherwise the guys on the same team would have tortured him to the hospital within three days.

But Jeremy has an advantage, whoever treats him well will listen to him.

After realizing Morris' care, even though he was often yelled at the face during training, even if the recruits in the same team said that the instructor was a gay man, he must have fallen in love with his butt, and Jeremy was not shaken.

Therefore, last night, my "smart" teammates ran around and died faster than the other.

But he has always followed Morris and became the second lucky person to survive in the base.

So Morris disagreed with leaving. Jeremy would not run away alone, that was really seeking death.

But the skeleton-faced monster last night always felt that it was even more monster than those bull and horse monsters that were over three meters tall, which made him subconsciously want to stay away.

Suddenly Jeremy's eyes moved and she turned her head to look into the distance: "Instructor, it's him, he's here."

Morris looked along his gaze, but he didn't see the skeleton face in his memory: "Where?"

Jeremy raised her hand and pointed: "That, the one wearing a gray-black hoodie, followed by a group of people."

Morris immediately saw...the group of people, and couldn't help but feel sad: "Which one? There are about a dozen people with gray and black hooded sweatshirts there."

Jeremy: "The one in the middle, the one who is nodding."

Morris was finally sure, because there was only one person slightly tilting his ears, as if he was nodding as he listened to the words of the person next to him.

This posture is so familiar to Morris.

This was the case when the big guys came to inspect. The people who were talking were either female secretary or major.

Sergeant like Morris is not even qualified to stand on the periphery.

Pushing the door and getting out of the car, he said, "Let's go, I hope you won't be wrong this time."

Jeremy quickly got out of the car and couldn't help but feel proud: "Don't worry, instructor, you know my feelings are not wrong."

The two walked towards the group of people seventy or eighty meters away, and were blocked by people outside thirty meters away. Several guns were raised and pointed at them: "What are you doing?"

Morris raised his hands on his chest and signaled that he did not threaten: "Last night, that...you asked me to come here to wait for him."

He gestured to the location of "Your Excellency" with his eyes.

The guards who were blocking him remained vigilant: "Get back first."

Morris immediately did it, without putting down his hands.

But he also noticed that the moment he spoke, the head of the person Jeremy was talking about turned.

Although his face was hidden under the hood and could not see clearly, Morris knew that he had seen himself.

The man raised his hand and waved: "Let them both come here."

Morris and Jeremy walked into the siege of a group of people.

Morris was quite calm because he knew that he didn't have to think too much, and nothing was useful.

Jeremy was like a quail, trembling all over, feeling the eyes of the big man around him locking on his body, ready to shoot.

Link looked at the two people in front of him, a little surprised.

He originally said casually, thinking that it was unlikely that the two of them would find themselves here, and who knew that they would really wait until they returned.

Even if Jeremy is the quail, no one can tell that he is not the one who has the right to decide among the two.

"You can train recruits?" Link asked.

Morris barely thought: "Yes, sir."

"How is the level?"

"I served in Benning Fort for eight years and have always been a recruit instructor. The comprehensive results of each batch of recruits I trained are basically among the top three."

Link looked at Jeremy: "Is he telling the truth?"

Jeremy nodded subconsciously: "Yes, Instructor Morris is the best instructor in Fort Benning."

Link raised his eyebrows: I was really sincere in saying this, not perfunctory? This instructor is very good at it.

He turned his head to look at Fisher and Summer beside him: "What do you think?"

Summer's eyes were a little shiny: "Try it first, we just need to recruit a group of people to stay in Jacksonville."

Fisher was relieved: "Boss, you know I'm really overwhelmed."

Nowadays, the alliance has more and more combat personnel, requiring basic training and some personal advanced training.

He also needs to train awakened people, study shooting skills, and play with guns, and there is not enough time.

"Then let them train recruits here and prepare them for the treatment of members first." Link made the decision and turned to look at Morris: "From today on, you will be responsible for training recruits for my people, that's it."

Morris subconsciously stood attentively: "yes, private."

Jeremy also habitually followed suit.

Everyone looked at each other.

They are either civilians or mercenaries, and they only do combat-related things during training, so they have done such formal rituals.

Of course, it's mainly because Link himself doesn't care much about this.

With more temporary members of the league, he eliminated thousands of unstable people in one go when he was in Chicago.

It is a waste to provide formal training for these "instant-selling" tool people.

Su Saint-Mary's three-month training was mainly to improve basic and practical survival skills, and she had to prepare for the migration, so she did not carry out these regular military etiquettes.

Now the league is basically sure to take root in the St. Marys area, and will inevitably recruit more newcomers in the future.

Fisher is an instructor, and his training is mainly aimed at personal combat effectiveness and small-scale cooperation, and is a combat model of squad and platoon-scale.

The number of alliance combat personnel is gradually increasing. The combat mode at the company-level battalion level is really not good, so it is not appropriate to use this training method.

Morris, a ready-made professional, is a good choice to gradually normalize the battle sequence, anyway, there will be a lot of time in the future.

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Chapter completed!