There Is No Afterlife

The students who can be admitted to the Imperial College are not bad. After the first few days of hustle and bustle, everyone has adapted to the military training life. After the fat loss period caused by poor food, many people started to gain muscle.

Except for Brad.

The punishment of everyone in the battleship command department has ended, and they all performed very well in the following days, so it was no longer their turn to cook, only Brad's punishment continued.

They live in the dormitory assigned on the first day, while training and meals go to the long-distance running destination—that is, where there is a piggy circle. The job of taking care of Pigg can't take up the training time, and he can't run from the dormitory early every day, or run back later, so he can only take the time to eat to work in the Pig Circle.

As he sat in the car through the long food transport tunnel to the training grounds every day, Brad would think back to the first day. He thought that the instructors must have deliberately made them go back and forth to the runway used for the military training run on the first day every day, so as to deepen their memories of that day.

So he endured.

He was excellent from childhood to adulthood. He entered the prestigious Imperial College with the first grade on the planet. While his own abilities were excellent, Brad's family background was also very good. It is enough to study hard since he was a child. Others will arrange everything for him. .

In this case, all of a sudden being assigned to the work of the Pig Circle, Brad's only feeling is: humiliation.

When others are eating, he needs to prepare food for the dirty pig. The food of pig is also very bad. This planet is very poor. To be precise, all the places where military camps are stationed are basically very poor. There are no merchants at all, and the spaceships from the outside world only come once a month. Under the condition that the food ration received every month is very limited, the food of this pig is all the dregs left by human beings. The people in the cooking department obviously think that the biggest advantage of this pig is that it is easy to feed, and found such a situation If it is still alive, feeding it is more casual.

On the first day of feeding the pygmy, Brad accidentally discovered that it was actually eating its own feces, and Brad almost fainted when he found this scene.

Fortunately he held on.

You can't pass out, you will fall to the ground when you faint, and the ground is full of dirty mud mixed with Pig's feces.

This is the only motivation that keeps him from fainting every day.

Smelly and dirty, when Brad returned to the cafeteria to eat after feeding Pig, he saw the leftovers on the table, thinking that these are the food he feeds Pigs every day, so he wanted to vomit even more .

Obviously very hungry, but he just can't eat.

The result of forcing myself to eat is to spit out more.

Brad lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only that, he felt that his whole body was probably stained with the smell of piggy circle, and the students in the same department were reluctant to approach him recently - Brad found out about this in a loss.

A strong sense of loneliness, insufficient nutritional supply, and finally, after two weeks of persistence, Brad finally fainted.

It was the food after he put the food in the trough of the Pegman. Seeing the leftovers in the trough, Brad only felt a twitch in his tail, and then his eyes went black. He couldn't control it any longer. fell down.

He was licked awake.

Brad opened his eyes and just met the dirty and ugly face of the pygmy beast. At that moment, he could not wait to faint again, but his physical fitness was so good that he immediately returned to normal after fainting for a while. , Do not want to continue to be licked by the Peggot, Brad propped up the floor and sat up.

The moment his hands were inserted into the mud, Brad froze.

After coming here for so many days, finally, his hand still touched the mud on the ground.

Then…

"Humph! Humph!" Seeing that Brad was sitting still on the ground, the pygmy beast rubbed over again. It first looked at Brad's face, and then it went around behind Brad and tried desperately to use it. His thin body arched Brad's back, as if he wanted to arch Brad up.

Not disliking the dirty smell on Brad's body at the moment, the Pegbeast licked the dirty mud off Brad's hands little by little.

For the first time, Brad looked directly at this little thing he kept.

Beneath the dirty mud, the skin of this pygmy beast is white, with a big nose and ears like palm fans. Its eyes are not large, and it is looking at itself with incomparably pure eyes at the moment.

It was a very cautious look.

Brad was not good to this pygmy. He learned the way of the fat chef. Whenever the pygmy wanted to come over, he would kick it away violently. Ge Beast did not dare to come over.

Daily communication was limited to throwing food into the trough, and Brad didn't think the pygmy had feelings.

It's just a piece of meat raised by itself, that's all.

However, at this moment, Brad felt that he was wrong.

Whispering, the pygmy ran to the trough, and then ran back again. With its head down, it spat something into Brad's palm.

Brad looked numbly at the palm of his hand: a piece of radish.

"Humph! Humph!" The Pigg beast then hummed again, daring not to come closer, it just called anxiously beside it.

"Is this... the food that was given to me?" Looking at the Pegbeast, Brad was stunned.

"Humph~" Peggo snorted again.

After all, Brad still didn't eat the food that the pygmon had distributed. Getting up from the ground, Brad squatted by the food trough and watched the pygmy beasts gobble up their food. With a lump of mud on his body, he felt that something hard in his heart was suddenly shattered.

The right hand slowly reached out, and finally landed on the warm back of the pig.

After that day, Brad's appetite returned to normal.

Taking care of the pygmy beast every day is no longer an unbearable thing for him. He inquired about the feeding guide of the pygmy beast through his brain, and he began to take care of the pygmy beast with all his heart. Brad repaired the light source in the circle, cleaned the piggy circle bit by bit, and transplanted a piece of turf in the circle.

When it's all done, he also uses his dinner time to give the pygmy a bath.

Although it wasn't fragrant enough, the white and tender pig beast appeared in front of him for the first time.

After discovering that the cook didn't care about how he took care of the pygmy, Brad now brought out the cleaned pygmy every night and went to the restaurant to eat with everyone.

Pig was still the same Pig, and Brad was still the same Brad, and yet, life was starting to get better.

***

"I really hope that next time the cooking department can get the last place!" After eating the meals cooked by the "chefs" of the battleship command department, all the freshmen had this thought in their minds.

However, this year's cooking department was particularly vigorous. It survived round after round of high-intensity training, but was stunned that it did not take the last place.

The results of the first long-distance physical fitness test brought too much shock to the freshmen. In the next training, whether it was the chairman or the ordinary students, they all cared about the concept of "collective" very much.

Although clumsy, they have begun to enjoy the joy that the group brings to themselves.

"Believe in the strength of the collective and trust in one's own companions, these are not beliefs that can be formed in people's minds overnight, and require people to run in a little bit in a common life.

See the strength of your companions, understand your own strength better, and trust that you will grow rapidly only after you fully understand each other.

I thought they might not be able to learn something in three months, but I didn't expect that in just one month, they already understood it decently. "

In the distance, the cold-faced instructor, as always, watched the freshmen train under the scorching sun. After a month of training in a queue, and repeating the most basic ancient recruit training items, such as walking in unison and taking a break, they looked completely different from a month ago.

The rambling that belonged to the freshmen disappeared completely. They were following the instructor's demonstration, punching one by one. When the instructor ordered everyone not to move, no one dared to move, and thousands of people were performing the same action at the same time. It is extremely spectacular. At this time, if one person's actions are not in harmony with others, the incongruity will be magnified infinitely, and when the instructor gives an order and everyone shouts the same slogan, the scene can only be used to shock. describe!

"Ha-" was a very simple slogan. When thousands of students shouted out at the same time, the cold-faced instructor felt that the ground under his feet was shaking slightly.

This is a huge force that only a collective can bring together.

A person, even if he is Kantas, can't roar such an earth-shattering roar from a dragon.

And the freshmen who just made this roar are obviously aware of this effect, everyone's eyes are shining, and their faces are full of excitement. Suppressing this excitement, they worked hard to do the next password issued by the instructor.

These young people have begun to grasp the power of the collective - thought the cold-faced instructor.

"Yes, that's why I sent them to you in the past few years. Among the current generals, you are the only one who still insists on practicing the ancient method." Another voice suddenly sounded in the ear of the cold-faced instructor. It turned out that He wasn't talking to himself, he was talking to someone. The voice on the other end of the communicator is also very familiar...

"Thank you for your trust, Dean Aude." Finally, the cold-faced instructor called out the name of the man on the other end.

"Lieutenant General Frafetal, in my opinion, there is no one who deserves my trust more than you." Dean Aude, whose voice was equally cold, replied to him.

"Isn't Argos too?" With a serious face, the cold-faced instructor actually made fun of Dean Aude.

"..." Dean Aude then stopped talking, and after a long time he spoke again: "Whether it is our attitude towards soldiers or our attitude towards students, our two methods are completely different."

"But his training method is indeed the mainstream today. Maybe when you send new students over next year, I will also use the Argos method to train them." Dao, he couldn't feel his loss at all from his voice, but his eyes on the freshmen accidentally revealed his true emotions in an instant.

"This year, the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Education will jointly hold an inter-academy competition for military training. At the warm invitation of the Minister of Education, all generals below the Marshal will attend the competition. His Excellency the Marshal's itinerary is still being confirmed. At sixty chances, he will be invited to come." Dean Aud quietly threw out an incredible message.

"I have accepted the invitation of the Ministry of Education, and the Imperial College will participate in this competition as a player. The competition time is the last week of the last month of military training. I hope you can train these little guys well before that."

"Good performance."

After speaking, Dean Aude hung up the phone.

Allowing the communicator to hang up automatically after a few seconds, when the cold-faced instructor looked at the freshmen again, there was a faint spark in his sight.

In an instant, he had made a certain decision.