On the Seven Towers

Under the scorching sun, Ji Yijun held a wooden stick as thick as a thumb and paced with his hands behind his back. Although he was wearing a military training uniform, he lacked some of the military spirit and looked like an idler in the streets.

In front of him was a row of nine soldiers standing in military posture, let's call them soldiers. Even Ji Yijun himself felt that these people seemed to be a bit unworthy of the title of soldiers.

These people were of different heights, different weights, and with their hair and skin color, they looked like they were at a World Expo. Among these nine people, there were those who were dazed, those who were sleepy, those who were scratching their itch, those who were scratching their hair, those who were looking around and those who were listless. Even if they followed the requirements of the military training for middle school students, these people would definitely be rated as unqualified.

As Ji Yijun walked and watched, he became angry. Although he did not have high requirements for his own discipline, he still hoped that others could behave properly when managing others.

But how can these guys be trained?

Three students are afraid of hardship and fatigue, and five villagers have no discipline. Only the deputy monitor Huang Zheng is serious in every training.

Ji Yijun glanced at Huang Zheng. This guy is from the south, with a dark skin, a little over 1.7 meters tall, and wearing a pair of black-framed glasses. He looks thin and a little literary, but he moves decisively and has quite some strength. He stood in a military posture under the scorching sun, giving people the feeling of a cold stone.

"Look at you, what do you look like? Do you look like a soldier? You are all sloppy! It's been three days now, and you can't even tell left from right!" Ji Yijun shouted this in Chinese. Several villagers heard half of it, and their stunned look made him even more angry.

At this time, a student was unhappy: "Why are you yelling? You are using a chicken feather as a token of authority! These natives are stupid and can't even tell left from right. What does it have to do with us? Why are you dragging us to practice together?"

"Who are you talking about?" The speaker was Garcia. After retreating into the school with some villagers, he was attracted by the good welfare and signed up for the guard team with Enrique. Ji Yijun got along well with them and put them in his class.

Garcia obviously had a good talent for language. After spending more than a month with Ji Yijun, he had already mastered Chinese. He shouted: "Class leader! He cursed!"

"Tsk! With your IQ, you are only cannon fodder!" the student spat.

Garcia didn't understand the meaning of "IQ" and "cannon fodder", but from the way the student raised his head and tilted his mouth, he knew that it was definitely not a good thing.

Enrique and several other villagers saw Garcia's angry look and immediately stood behind him. Several people glared at the student.

"What, you don't accept it? You can't tell the left from the right, what else can you do if you don't want to be cannon fodder? If you dare to hit me, I'll kick you out of the school!" The student showed no weakness.

Ji Yijun was furious. He rushed up, grabbed the student's collar and lifted him up: "Hey, you are really capable. You want to fight in my nest? I haven't shown my power these days, so you think I am a sick cat, right?"

"Ji Yijun! What do you want to do?" The student was caught off guard and was lifted up in the air. His throat was choked. He shouted: "If you mess around again, I will go to Team Leader Wang to complain and see if he doesn't remove your squad leader. Don't forget, you were the deputy platoon leader last week, how can you become the squad leader now!"

These words touched Ji Yijun's sore spot. When the guard team was reorganized and expanded, he became the deputy platoon leader because of his strong strength and qualifications. But he made trouble several times in a row and fought with others. The deputy platoon leader was yellow before he could warm up.

However, if he would be frightened by such words, then he would not be Ji Yijun. He sneered, twisted his clothes with his hand, and strangled the student's neck with the collar of his clothes. "Dong Jie, you kid, besides talking nonsense, do you dare to practice with me?"

Dong Jie's neck was stuck, he couldn't breathe, his face flushed, he tried his best to kick Ji Yijun with his foot. But Ji Yijun chopped him on the shin with his other hand, and he screamed miserably.

Ji Yijun let him scream like a pig for a while, and then threw him to the ground. He walked up and squatted in front of the guy, patted his face and said: "Remember, keep your mouth shut. I hate you the most. You chatter like a fly, but you always drag everyone down."

Dong Jie covered his calf and looked at Ji Yijun with gritted teeth, but he lost his previous momentum.

Huang Zheng asked Garcia and others to return to the queue and roll up their right sleeves a few layers, so that they remembered to roll up the sleeves on the right side. Then he said to Ji Yijun: "Continue training."

"I thought you would stop me." Ji Yijun looked at Huang Zheng and said.

"For some people, giving them a lesson is good for them. Maybe it can save their lives in the future." Huang Zheng saw that Dong Jie was still angry, so he walked slowly to him and leaned over to whisper a few words in his ear.

Dong Jie glanced at Ji Yijun and showed fear. He stood up and limped back to the team.

"What did you say to him?" Ji Yijun asked curiously.

"I just reminded him that the squad leader's fighting spirit is not stable yet, and he often goes crazy intermittently. If he accidentally bumps into him, he will die unjustly." Huang Zheng smiled and pushed his glasses, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

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In the evening, Ji Xun got some food from the cafeteria and walked to the dormitory. The current conditions are far from comparable to those on Earth. Their dinner is just two slices of boiled meat, four steamed buns, and a pot of noodle dumplings and wild vegetable soup.

Most of the people along the way came and went in a hurry, with serious expressions. The impending attack of the bandits put too much pressure on these people in the school.

However, when he passed a dormitory building, he saw an unexpected scene.

Many local residents were setting up a fire under the building to roast meat. These people have changed into the uniform clothes issued by the school, washed their bodies, and their mental outlook has changed a lot from when they were in Floro Town, but it is still difficult to change their living habits. There were forty or fifty people around four or five fires, and more than a dozen small animals were skinned and strung on branches, sizzling. An attractive aroma wafted from there.

Ji Xun couldn't help but take a breath, and his stomach started to growl. This game is much more fragrant than what he was holding in his hand.

"Hey, isn't this Old Ji? Do you want to come and try this roasted hare?" A man stood up from the crowd around the fire and greeted Ji Xun.

Ji Xun was a little surprised when he saw that the person who was roasting meat with those townspeople was Guo Qian. He was wearing a somewhat worn jacket and jeans today, which looked very different from his usual suit and tie. No wonder it was hard to spot him in the crowd.

"Principal Guo, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, we are free in the committee, so we came to the townspeople today to have a meal, get to know each other, and make friends. Look, Teacher Liu, Teacher Chang, and Teacher Zhang are here too."

Ji Xun looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, he saw Liu Wan from the foreign affairs group, Chang Lin from the agricultural group, and Zhang Sicheng from the geology group. These three, like Guo Qian, were dressed simply, sitting by the fire, blending in with the locals.

Chang Lin saw Ji Xun and also came up to him enthusiastically and said, "We have gathered nearly 300 townspeople in the town, and we always welcome good guests. Today, the town's hunter leader Bras brought a few hunters and killed a lot of game. We brought some wine so that everyone can get in touch with each other."

"The teachers are all well-intentioned." Ji Xun said.

"With so many locals living in the school, some teachers and students are not used to it. Some say they are dirty, and some say they are rustic. There have been some misunderstandings and conflicts in recent days. If it continues like this, it will not be a good thing. So, we also want to set an example." Chang Lin explained.

"In fact, communication is not that difficult. The difficult part is to put down prejudice and arrogance." Guo Qian said.

"Principal Guo is right. Recently, the integration of the guard team has also encountered many integration problems. The locals have low cultural level, lack of discipline, and language barriers. However, we are overcoming difficulties and doing ideological work for our soldiers and students. We hope that they will treat the locals equally, help these people integrate into our collective, and lead their training." Ji Xun saw that the rabbit was cooked, and everyone began to share the meat and drink. The atmosphere became warm, and he smiled and said: "Your idea is good. We should also organize several such social activities within our guard team to build emotional connections between the soldiers first."

When Ji Xun left, he was given two rabbit legs. He did not stay to drink because Ji Yijun was still waiting for dinner. He is one of the few people here who has a "home".

Because he lived with his son, Ji Xun was assigned to a graduate student dormitory. He went upstairs and saw Ji Yijun painting in the room with his easel facing the door as usual.

"Are you still painting your secret work?" He laughed, "Are you painting some girl? You don't let me see it."

"What do you care about me? I agreed not to see it before the painting is finished!" Ji Yijun quickly covered the drawing board with a piece of cloth and put the whole easel in the corner of the room.

Ji Xun didn't care about him and prepared dinner by himself, "I heard that you almost beat up one of your soldiers today?"

"How do you know? Did that bastard complain to Wang Jiyuan?" Ji Yijun jumped up.

"No! Don't get excited." Ji Xun waved his hand and said, "When you picked up the man and threw him to the ground, someone saw it."

"The dog caught the rat!"

"Xiaojun, even though you only have nine people under you, it's really not easy to manage these people. I know you have a bad temper. But fists can't solve all problems at this time."

"You know what Dong Jie said about Garcia, Enrique and others? Cannon fodder! Is this the attitude to treat comrades? Whether they are earthlings or locals, when they come to my hands, I have to treat them equally, otherwise why should they obey me? What's more, Garcia, Enrique and others are both my martial arts students and my friends. I didn't beat him up today, which is already giving him face. In my opinion, such people should be removed from the team and let him do odd jobs!" Ji Yijun said angrily and picked up a hare leg to eat.

"When I was in the recruit camp, there were always a bunch of troublemakers coming in. If you can deal with them, it's your real ability. How about it? Do you want Dad to give you some advice?"

"No." Ji Yijun quickly finished a rabbit leg, "Delicious! Good stuff, where did it come from?"

"It was caught by local hunters. Thank us for protecting them and fighting against horse thieves."

"That's right. We promised to protect them, so we should treat them better, so that they will treat us better. Otherwise, it's better to ignore these locals. It's that simple, but some idiots can't figure it out and think they are superior. Funny!"

"It's good that you think so. Dad won't say anything, just do it." Ji Xun smiled and pushed the other wild rabbit leg in front of Ji Yijun.