Just when Geng Liang was using the elimination method to deduce the cause of the incident, suddenly the recruit commander walked up to him: "You! Take off your clothes."

Geng Liang woke up from his own thinking world and stared blankly at the officer who walked in front of him.

"Take off... how much do you need to take off?" You can't even take off your underwear.

"Take off!" No nonsense, just one word.

Geng Liang began to take off his wrinkled white shirt in full view of everyone. He didn't have that kind of sleeveless undershirt. When he came, he was wearing an ordinary shirt that couldn't be more ordinary. That was unique enough.

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Unlike the military camps of later generations, where all the clothes were issued from the top of the head to the toes, and there were several sets. At this time, there was only one set of clothes and trousers, and there was no belt. Just tie it with a straw rope. Do you need a belt?

Where do you get so much cowhide? Who knows where these new recruits will be divided? What kind of socks, belts, white shirts, and what kind of bicycles do you want? Just put them together when a reporter takes photos.

Geng Liang thought of the members of his anti-smuggling brigade who were stripped off by those bastards and even had their belts taken away. He became very angry and wanted to go back to Peiping to give Song Zheyuan a slap in the face.

After taking off his white shirt, the officer, who was wearing "German weapons", pinched the material of Geng Liang's clothes, rubbed them, and then threw them to his subordinates for careful inspection, "Raise your arms!"

Geng Liang raised his arm and was checked again. This was for... blood stains?!

"Take it off again," the officer said reluctantly, and Geng Liang understood immediately! So many people didn't check, but just stared at me to check alone. I would have been damned if I hadn't been targeted by you earlier!

Geng Liang checked three times, five divided two, and after asking them to investigate thoroughly, Geng Liang's baggage was also taken out.

As two silver dollars and a small wad of banknotes were found, Geng Liang attracted everyone's attention. To be precise, it was the money that attracted everyone's attention.

"Where did the money come from?" the recruit officer rubbed the wad of banknotes and glanced at Geng Liang.

Geng Liang: "Two silver dollars are issued. My family gave me the banknotes. My father said that poor families are rich, so I keep them with me."

"Everyone sends the money from selling soldiers home, how can you keep it?"

Geng Liang chuckled: "If my family is living on the money I earned from selling soldiers, why would they give me the money to live on?"

"Young man, you can't tell. There is a rich kid from our barracks. You are not a soldier to earn food and salary. What are you doing?" The recruit officer sneered.

Geng Liang gritted his teeth: "Protect our home and country!"

"Hahahaha" the surrounding people burst into mocking sounds, and the officer opened his arms and hit Geng Liang on the head with the belt in his hand: "You are just a naughty little brat, you are still pretending to be a big-tailed wolf here, get out of here."

You idiot!" He said and slapped Geng Liang's face with his belt, and a red mark suddenly appeared on his face.

Geng Liang's heart was filled with anger and his eyes were filled with fire.

"Young man! Are you not convinced, you bastard?" Geng Liang grabbed the belt again and pulled hard, causing the recruit commander to stagger.

"You're seeking death by riding on your horse!" the officer shouted, and several soldiers' rifle butts were knocked down. Geng Liang raised his leg and kicked the soldier's stomach, knocking him down several times.

"Quick, quick, quick, this kid is crazy, hold him down quickly." A person shouted, and a lot of people rushed forward. You held down Geng Liang's arms and I pulled his legs and pushed him to the ground.

The furious recruit officer gathered up his clothes, picked up his belt and slapped Geng Liang: "You're riding a horse! I've betrayed you! Come on! Put him in a sack for me!"

That night, Geng Liang was put into a hemp belt and hung up. The recruit officer took off his shirt, exposing his tendons, and used Geng Liang as a sandbag, punching and kicking him.

After a while, when he got tired, he gave up. As for investigating the cause of the thin man's death, he forgot about it.

Everyone returned to the dormitory, and there were two corpses on the playground, as well as Geng Liang hung up in a sack.

"We'll deal with it at dawn." The officer waved his hand, signaling everyone to get out like flies.

After dawn, before he could do anything, he heard the sound of a car, accompanied by a harsh whistle. The recruit officer jumped out of bed and said, "It's broken, it's broken! There are several dead dogs still in the playground."

"Hey, who is here?" When I came to the playground, the first thing I saw was a few well-dressed soldiers. The ammunition belt that can hold 20 5-round magazines seemed to be full. This is very unusual, although it is normal.

It comes with bullets, but it can be equipped with 30 rounds of bullets, which is already a direct series. This kind of fully loaded one is definitely a direct series among direct series.

"Sir, here comes a pretty boy," a loser whispered to the recruit commander.

The recruit officer followed his gaze and said, "What a pretty boy. He's pretty! Let's go over and have a look."

When it comes to pretty boys, this tough recruit commander always has a sense of superiority, as if he can push people down with just one finger. Although the era of hot weapons has arrived, people still habitually use their body size to judge their strength.

The pretty boy looked at the sack on the playground, and his eyes became a little sharp: "Put it down."

As the sack fell with a plop, the mouth opened, and Geng Liang appeared in front of the pretty face with a bruised nose and face. The pretty face suddenly took a breath of air, went over to test his nose and carotid arteries, and found that the man was still alive. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Send to the hospital! Hurry!

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"Hey hey hey! What are you doing!" The recruit officer saw that the pretty boy had actually released his sandbag! This is his own territory, and it is not the turn of a pretty boy to run wild.

Unexpectedly, this pretty boy's face turned from white to blue, and he whipped the oncoming recruit officer to the ground.

"You stepped on the horse..." Before he could finish the scolding, the pretty boy grabbed him by the collar and punched out two of his old teeth.

Kill him directly? That's definitely not possible. Officially appointed officers are not allowed to kill without authorization, otherwise the military commander will have to work hard.

"Here comes someone!" he howled like a slaughtering pig, causing the hairs of the recruits in the camp who had only been trained for a few days to stand on end. I didn't realize that those few people came in a car! They also carried long guns that looked very new.

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"Master~ Let's"

"Shut up! Didn't you see that person's clothes? There aren't even any wrinkles! Whoever goes out and gets into trouble, please let me live in peace!"

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Not to mention in the camps, but also in the work sheds of migrant workers, and in the courtyard houses rented by various people, there will always be a boss, a second, and a third.

Logically speaking, they are all working hard, so who is better than the other? But there are some. After the recruits are over, they will be distributed everywhere, and some of them will never see them again in their lives.

The pretty face's gloves were all stained red before he shook his fists, waved his hands without saying a word, and left?! No, he had to give someone an explanation, and he had to wait for an explanation. Geng Liang was beaten like this, and he had no idea.

If he confesses, he can directly commit suicide.

Geng Liang was in a coma for a day and a night. He was severely beaten and suffered a mild concussion, multiple soft tissue contusions, fractures of the little finger and ring finger of his right hand, and dehydration.

If something happened in the recruit camp, the person in charge would definitely come. This pretty boy was in the office, waiting with his legs on the table. Soon, the sound of chaotic footsteps came, led by a school officer.

When I saw the pretty girl's outfit, my hair stood on end and I saluted directly.

The pretty boy glanced at him, picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Your new military camp is fine. In one week, four people died and one was seriously injured."
Chapter completed!