I love you, I won't kill you

From the serious and unsmiling face of the colonel, it was not clear whether he had expressed any interest in the phalanx of marines in front of him.The lowered brim of the hat, the deep sunken eye sockets and sharp eyes make it impossible for everyone to avoid his eyes that seem to be able to see through the heart.

Looking at the phalanx closest to him, that is, behind the phalanx of female soldiers, a voice from the colonel's hoarse throat said, "Today is your brand new day as marines. Why? Because you are outstanding The marines are about to embark on a 'flight' to the Middle East. In order to save yourself and your comrades on the battlefield, it is necessary for you to come here to study!"

The colonel didn't have the youthful atmosphere brought by the female soldiers' phalanx, so he just continued, "I don't care what kind of recruit training you have received in Balis Island before, and how your instructors evaluate you. But, You are still recruits to me, you are still a group of rookies who can't even use M16A2!"

"This is Sergeant Major Randy, your chief instructor! Remember, there are no male or female soldiers here, only marines!! Got it?" The colonel pointed to the first instructor in the row behind him. One, the [-]nd Master Sergeant Major in the round brim cowboy hat.

"Yes, sir!!!" All the male and female recruits in the phalanx shouted at the same time.

"Harrison, I handed them over to you." The colonel turned and said to Second Sergeant Major Randy.

"Yes, sir!"

"Attention!" the sergeant instructor next to Randy shouted, and everyone immediately stood at attention.

The phalanx of female soldiers in front of the phalanx was significantly smaller than the number of people training in Balis Island.From the original thirty civilian girls to the twenty qualified female marines, how this "journey" began and ended, usually outsiders can only see through their uniforms and deeds to judge.

Qualified does not mean excellent, let alone that they can now be put into the battlefield and engage in various jobs in the Marine Corps.First they have to learn how to fight, how to defend themselves, how to better kill a terrorist or two or escape successfully from an Arab.

That's what Chief Instructor Randy thinks. Since the war on Iraq and the war on terrorism in Afghanistan, he has put too many Marines on the C130 large transport aircraft.Therefore, today, and this group of male and female recruits, is no different from ordinary days.If you have to talk about special changes, the problem probably lies in the female soldier who is the first in the first row of the female soldier phalanx.

Randy was not in a hurry, nor was he in a hurry to find out whether this female soldier was the short-haired female soldier he saw when passing the checkpoint just now.With a gloomy face, he walked into these squares with his hands behind his back.

At this time, no one dared to speak, let alone move.At any rate, he graduated from Balis Island. Even if the chief instructor is ten times more vicious, I believe that all the male and female soldiers will just treat him as a mad dog and bark endlessly there.

"Today is the day you bid farewell to your parents, boyfriends and girlfriends, pets and Harley motorcycles. If you want to vent your dissatisfaction caused by pre-war training in the future, fine, then go and touch your hands gently M16A2!" Randy said as he walked back and forth in several phalanxes.

At this time, a small laugh came from a phalanx of male soldiers in front of him.Randy was so sharp-eyed that he noticed a smile on the face of a male soldier who was still wearing civilian clothes, and walked quickly to the male soldier.

Almost nose to nose, eyes staring into each other's eyes, saying, "The waves of the Potomac, the weather in Quantico, and the orbit of the sun above our heads. To you, It's under my control. Do you understand??" Randy finally asked aloud, turning his head to the male and female recruits in the other phalanxes.

At the same time, all the people in the field except the instructors shouted, "Yes, the chief instructor!!"

The roaring answer was satisfactory, but Sergeant Randy poked in front of the male soldier and didn't intend to leave.Instead, he looked up and down the big boy with disdainful eyes, and said methodically, "I won't feel sad or sad for a group of animals that are not ashamed, because...that won't be me. Then, Lu Team member, can you tell me why you are still wearing this 'dirty', 'ugly' skin???"

"Yes...sorry, sir. I...I..." the male soldier plucked up his courage and shouted.In terms of appearance, he is not ugly, and his clothes are not as dirty as Randy said.Judging from the texture of the black motorcycle leather jacket, it should not be less than four hundred dollars.It's a pity that he didn't wear it in the right place. Last night's farewell party made him a little too happy.

His legs were stuck there straight, and he wanted to take off his civilian clothes quickly, but he didn't get the order of the sergeant major, and tiny beads of sweat kept appearing on his broad forehead.Randy put his hands behind his back and stared at him fiercely, "Marines, I only give you five seconds. Listen, it's five seconds. Take off your fucking skin. Or else , I will let you lick all the toilets in the base!!"

"Yes, Chief Instructor!!!" The male soldier's movements at this time were like lightning, even if he was asked to strip naked and jump on his girlfriend's bed, it would not be so fast.After five seconds, all that was left was a white T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

At this time, all the conspicuous boys in casual clothes in the male soldiers shouted loudly, "Chief instructor, please allow us to take off our stinky skins!"

This has become a cowherd striptease show in some parts of the East Coast. There are white, black and white, and black and white "human skins" of various colors appearing in the serious phalanx of the Marine Corps.

Some female soldiers belonging to the heterosexual group really want to see this free cowherd striptease show.A few small denomination bills tucked into their four-legged shorts and a whistling round would have been perfect.

"Instructor Mas, it's your turn." Randy walked back to the front of all the phalanx again and called out to an instructor.

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