Chapter 18: Chanda's Training Drill (Part 1)

Jiang Anguo shouted, "Let's go, the road is right under your feet, why aren't you moving?"

Actually a few people slipped away secretly; with so many, Jiang Anguo couldn't keep track, couldn't remember, couldn't manage.

"Very well, all the wounded, stand aside; the next tasks aren't for you. A Doctor will come shortly to examine you. For now, sit over there."

"Sir, will a Doctor really come?" the soldier leaning on a crutch asked; his thigh had been hit by a bullet, the projectile still lodged inside, inflamed badly and hurting a lot.

"Of course, they'll be here soon." Jiang Anguo handed the Carriage to Lei Ao; Lei Ao's Tent had already been taken down, essentially he was just hiding.

"Veterinarian, step out, go count the wounded on one side, separate them—light injuries on one side, heavy on the other." In fact there were many more wounded, and those with malaria weren't even on site, still lying inside the house, with Heaven unresponsive and Earth unresponsive.

The Veterinarian was too old; at his age, Jiang Anguo had already decided that if the Veterinarian was willing to stay, he'd be assigned to logistics.

System Prompt: "Host, the number of people here is 1,145."

Damn, that's almost the size of a 448th Regiment; usually a company has only 170–180 people, a First Battalion about 600+, two battalions' manpower is sufficient, but weapons are also an issue.

An 800-person squad would need 800 rifles, i. e., 8,000 points, yet he currently has under 400 points.

"Very good, see the tree ahead? Soon I'll set this line as the boundary; you all sprint forward. The first ten who reach that tree each get a can." Jiang Anguo lifted the Horn and said.

Seeing no reaction, he took a box of cans from Xiao Si's backpack.

"Do you see this can?"

Good fellow, over 800 people, that voice really gave Jiang Anguo a start.

"Seen."

"Alright, I thought your eyes were blind, couldn't see."

"Hahaha." Everyone laughed at Jiang Anguo's joke.

Not Spicy got a can yesterday, so the twenty-something people in the yard were especially eager, ready to try, while Lost Dragon was a bit disdainful of that can.

Jiang Anguo issued another harsh order, "Don't slack off; the fastest to reach the opposite side, later if I have good stuff in hand, I'll consider giving it to you early."

He wasn't speaking to everyone, but specifically to Lost Dragon; Lost Dragon has his own channels, so he's never short of food or drink.

"When I shout run, you run. Those few, why are you running early? Come back, it's not even started!" Jiang Anguo immediately called those who tried to sprint ahead back.

From Chanda to that tree is only about 300 meters; Jiang Anguo also feared they'd skip meals and get exhausted.

Xiao Si and Jiang Anguo jogged to the opposite side first; he truly couldn't imagine how weak his own body was—just 300 meters left him panting heavily.

Seeing nearly a thousand people across, it was an experience he never had before; previously he had only been a flag‑raiser, standing on a platform, seeing only a few hundred students below.

If it were ten thousand troops, he truly couldn't imagine.

"Hey, Lost Dragon, you're at least a big Northeastern man; look at your legs, they're like an extra body compared to others. Get back."

"Hahaha."

Lost Dragon flushed, seething, "You pretty boy, I'm determined to take first place."

"Stop laughing, look at your own positions, all step back, move to the rear."

Finally, everyone was ready.

Jiang Anguo raised his hand, "Everyone is ready."

"Run." At the command, his raised hand dropped.

The crowd, pulling each other without any courtesy, rushed toward Jiang Anguo's position.

He had already placed the cans on a square stone.

"Charge!"

"Kill!"

"Damn, who's pulling me."

"Use your feet, you coward."

300 meters, even for a normal person, full‑speed sprint is exhausting, let alone a group of chronically malnourished ragged soldiers.

For them, it was still very difficult.

In the first 100 meters nothing was distinguishable, but in the middle 100 meters different ranks emerged, the weakest at the back.

Sure enough, Lost Dragon surged ahead, the fastest among all.

"Run faster, you're acting like girls, still not wanting breakfast, that's all you've got."

"You're still soldiers, you soft‑legged shrimp; even girls would outrun you." Under Jiang Anguo's constant verbal provocation, everyone's speed increased.

Sometimes, when training soldiers, you can't be too polite.

The stimulus of the cans and the verbal insults still worked well.

Everyone ran fast; actually the 300 meters took only a moment.

The first place was indeed Lost Dragon; this guy ate so well that he's not only robust but also explosive in power.

Gradually everyone arrived; second place was Guan Qiang, third was Luo Hao.

Zhang Quan was also among them, Chen Shaoyun was ninth, and unexpectedly, the last place turned out to be Not Spicy.

"Very good, you all performed well; why are you still there? Come run here, if you don't reach that tree, no breakfast."

Some people, seeing the front finish, didn't want to run.

"Even if you walk, come back to me."

After everyone arrived, Jiang Anguo announced loudly, "The top ten, come get a can, one each; they're all Canned Spam."

This Spam's pork content is extremely high, reaching 80%; any more and it wouldn't be Spam anymore.

Those who received a can were naturally very happy.

Jiang Anguo also said, "Regarding this performance I can only call it passing; tomorrow at six AM there will be another running contest here, same rule, top ten each get a can, remember, at six AM, at five fifty I'll sound the Horn once, no waiting."

At that moment, hoofbeats came from afar; Lei Ao led the Carriage over, with yesterday's sleeping Tent behind.

Everyone was curious, how there was still a foreigner.

After Lei Ao approached, Jiang Anguo stepped forward and shook Lei Ao's hand, completing the procedure, showing camaraderie.

Everyone is curious about this foreigner; many are seeing a Westerner for the first time, and the difference in appearance from Huaxia people is truly huge, especially the hair and the high nose bridge.

"Let me introduce everyone: this is Lei Ao, a Doctor from Germany; he is my friend, he can speak the Huaxia Language, and in a moment he will treat the wounds of the Wounded Soldiers. Everyone, applaud and welcome him," Jiang Anguo introduced Lei Ao.

The applause rang out, and even Mi Long did not understand why he should clap along.

He pressed his hand down, signaling everyone to be quiet.

PS: I'll post two chapters this weekend.