Doomsday Game Online

Chapter 260 Chapter 260 Recruitment (2 more)

Morris raised his finger to the car door: “The door is there, don’t ask me.”

Where did Jeremy dare to go alone: ​​”Let’s go together, instructor.”

Morris opened his eyes and sighed, “I can’t stop you if you want to die, but I don’t want to die.”

Jeremy shook his head quickly: “I just don’t want to die.”

Morris: “You don’t have to die if you go?”

Jeremy: “It’s better than waiting to die? Maybe he wants to kill someone…”

Hearing Morris’s eyes on the fool, the recruit could not help but shut his mouth: “Is there something wrong? Instructor.”

Morris: “Jeremy, I know you are timid, and you are nervous about making mistakes during the recruit training, just let you practice a few more times…”

Jeremy nodded: “I know, other people will only beat me…”

Morris: “It looks like they beat less.”

Jeremy: “Huh?”

Morris: “First of all, the one who wants to kill someone is fine at the time. You don’t need to let us come here and wait for him.”

“Secondly, since he let us wait for him, it proves that there is a place where we are needed. If we find that we are running away, we will really die when we meet again.”

“Finally, the people at Mayport base died. Going to the next base is still going to die at the words of the official. I have already vowed that I will never work for them again in this life.”

“So, why should I leave?”

Jeremy was speechless.

If he had been so bold, he wouldn’t be bullied every day during the recruit training.

It was Morris who warned the other recruits, otherwise the guys on the same team would put him in the hospital within three days.

But Jeremy has an advantage-whoever treats him well, he listens to whoever is.

After sensing Morris’s care, even if he was often roared with spit on his face during training, even if the recruits of the same team said that the instructor was a gay, he must have taken a fancy to his ass, Jeremy did not waver.

For this reason, the “smart” teammates ran wildly last night and died faster than one.

However, he has been following Morris closely, becoming the second lucky person to survive on the base.

So Morris did not agree to go, Jeremy would not run away alone, it was really looking for death.

But the weird man with the skeleton face last night, always felt more monster than those cows and horses with a height of over three meters, making him subconsciously want to stay away.

Suddenly Jeremy’s eyes moved and he turned to look into the distance: “Instructor, it’s him, he’s here.”

Morris followed his gaze, but did not see the skeleton face in his memory: “Where?”

Jeremy raised his hand and pointed: “Um, the one in the gray and black hooded sweater with a group of people by his side.”

Morris immediately saw… the group of people couldn’t help but feel like: “Which one? There are a dozen people in gray and black hooded sweaters.”

Jeremy: “The one in the middle, the one who is nodding.”

Morris was finally sure, because only one person was turning his ears slightly, as if listening to the person next to him was nodding.

Morris was too familiar with this posture.

This was the case when those big bosses came to inspect, and the person who was talking was either a female secretary or a major.

A sergeant like Morris didn’t even have the qualifications to stand on the periphery.

Pushing the door and getting out of the car, he said, “Let’s go, I hope you won’t be wrong this time.”

Jeremy hurriedly got out of the car, and couldn’t help feeling proud: “Don’t worry, instructor, you know I can’t feel wrong.”

The two walked towards the group of people 70 or 80 meters away. They were blocked by people from outside 30 meters away. Several guns were raised and aimed at them: “What are you doing?”

Morris raised his hands on his chest and signaled that he was not threatening: “Last night, that… Your Excellency asked me to come here and wait for him.”

He gestured the position of “Your Excellency” with his eyes.

The guards who stopped in front of him remained vigilant: “Retreat first.”

Morris did it immediately, never putting down his hands.

But he also noticed that the moment he spoke, the head of the person Jeremy was talking about turned around.

Although his face was hidden under the hood and couldn’t see clearly, Morris knew he had seen himself.

I saw that person raised his hand and beckoned: “Let the two of them come over.”

Morris and Jeremy walked into a group of people.

Morris was fairly calm, because he knew he didn’t need to think too much, thinking nothing was useless.

Jeremy was like a quail, trembling all over, feeling the eyes of the big guys around him locked on his body, ready to shoot.

Link looked at the two in front of him, slightly surprised.

He had just said casually, thinking that it was unlikely that the two of them would find themselves here, who knew they would really wait until they returned.

No matter what Jeremy is the quail, everyone can see that he is not the one who has the right to decide between them.

“Will you train recruits?” Link asked.

Morris hardly thought: “Yes, sir.”

“How is the level?”

“I have served in Fort Benning for eight years and have always served as a recruit instructor. The overall performance of each batch of recruits I train is basically in the top three.”

Link looked at Jeremy: “Is he telling the truth?”

Jeremy nodded subconsciously: “Yes, Instructor Morris is the best instructor in Fort Benning.”

Link raised his eyebrows: I said this sincerely, not just casually? This instructor is very good.

Looking sideways at Fisher and Summer beside him: “What do you think?”

Summerer’s eyes lit up a little: “Try it first, and we just need to recruit a group of people to stay in Jacksonville.”

Fisher was relieved: “Boss, you know I’m really too busy.”

Nowadays, there are more and more combat personnel in the alliance, and basic training is needed, plus some advanced personal training.

He also has to train for the awakened, study shooting skills, and play with firearms. Time is not enough.

“Then let them engage in recruit training here, and give them the treatment of reserve members first.” Link made a decision and turned to look at Morris: “From today, you are responsible for recruiting training for my people, that’s it.”

Morris stood at attention subconsciously: “Yes, sir.”

Jeremy habitually followed suit.

Everyone looked sideways.

They are either civilians or mercenaries, and they only deal with combat-related training during training. Nowhere have they done this kind of formal salute.

Of course, it’s mainly because Link himself doesn’t care much about this.

There were more temporary members of the league, and he eliminated thousands of unresolute people in one go in Chicago.

It is a waste of formal training for these “disposable” tool people.

Su Sheng Marie’s three-month training focused mainly on improving the basics and actual combat survival skills, and she had to prepare for the migration, so she did not engage in these formal etiquettes in the army.

Now the alliance is basically determined to take root in the St. Marys area, and it will inevitably recruit more newcomers in the future.

When Fisher is an instructor, the training is mainly for personal combat effectiveness and small-scale cooperation, which belongs to the platoon-scale combat mode.

The number of alliance combatants has gradually increased, and the company- and battalion-scale combat model is really inadequate, and it is not appropriate to use this training method.

Morris, a ready-made professional, delivered it to the door. It would be a good choice to gradually regularize the battle sequence. Anyway, there will be a lot of time in the future.

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