1855 United States Tycoon

Stepping into the cafeteria, Donald saw Effenberg standing beside him as a guard. Effenberg is a student of Donald's first phase, which means he is a classmate of Donald's same grade. West Point has a cheating rule that requires students to know all their classmates in the same grade within the first month, and to know their names and hometowns. Although the West Point at this time was much smaller than the later generations, it was not a very easy task. At least, Donald was not outstanding in this matter. For this reason, he was repeatedly punished for reciting the student roster in public.

Effenberg’s duties today are very simple, that is, staring at the clock and reporting the time every five minutes. Of course, this kind of thing is also done by the first-year rookie. Donald took Own's lunch, went to the Own seat, sat down, and started to eat.

The rules for pastry meals are also very strict. Of course, this rule is also only for first-year rookie. Donald can only put half of his butt on the chair, his body straight, staring straight at the bottom edge of the plate in front of him. He used a knife and fork to put a piece of bread into Own's mouth, then put the knife and fork in place, put his hands back on his knees, and began to chew the food. Yes, every bite is so troublesome and stereotyped. If you let later educators see it, they will definitely criticize this approach as destroying human nature. If you tell them that this is a requirement of military academies, they will definitely look at you with contempt and tell you. The best thing that dictatorships are good at is to use this kind of dehumanizing means to cultivate tools of murder that only knows to obey orders. What? You said this is the military academy of the lighthouse country? This...Look at the military of other democratic countries, how civilized and educated...

The biggest problem with this set of rules for Donald is that it really affects the speed of eating too much. On the other hand, West Point is very strict about the time of meal. Once the time is up, but you can't finish it, you can only recite the meal rules hungry. For the first month, Donald often went hungry for this. Coupled with the huge amount of training, Donald lost several pounds in the first month.

But now, this is no longer a problem. Donald's eating speed has been greatly ascending now, and bread and other things have entered his mouth, almost without chewing, he can swallow it directly. It's just that his hands are tired, he keeps picking up the knife and fork, put the knife and fork on his knees, and then immediately do it again...

In general, in this month, Donald's performance is actually very good. After all, compared with the children of ordinary people, Donald enjoys far more educational resources than them. This also makes Donald more comprehensive than the average person. Even if it was the mathematics that Dena was so embarrassed to mention, it was actually an obvious advantage when it came to West Point. In addition, he has received some military training in Heishui, so some training programs that others seem to be miserable are relatively simple for Donald. For example, in the first week of enrollment, they were divided into groups and thrown into a forest, letting them stay in it for a week. During that week, Donald's performance surprised many of his colleagues. He will set up tents in the most suitable places, he can fish, hunt, and even make delicious food with terrible rattlesnakes.

All this made Donald quickly become the most watched rookie in this grade. Of course, the more you pay attention, the more people will pick you up. So Donald must be more cautious...This morning I learned military drawing, and the first subject in the afternoon was the maintenance of firearms. Instructor Cox put a McDonald's rifle on each student's table.

"Rookies! I will now show you how to quickly disassemble and assemble the gun. Remember, I will only demonstrate it once. Then you will take apart this thing yourself and reinstall it. If you can't install it..." Cork Instructor Si tapped the palm of the owner with a horse whip, and said with a Devil-like grin, "You still have a gun manual on hand. If you don’t complete it within the specified time, you must write the whole copy before eating. Recite the instructions. And tonight, receive special training. Okay, you can read it clearly."

Instructor Cox quickly disassembled the gun at an astonishing speed that was almost ostentatious, and then reassembled it again, so fast that people could hardly see it.

"Okay." Instructor Cox put down his gun, looked at his watch, and said, "Because you are a bunch of idiots rookie, so I am very kind to give you 15 minutes, let's start now!"

Donald is not troubled by this topic, because in the next generation of MacDonald, if Donald has the strongest ability, even better than Dena, it is probably just playing guns. Even though the disassembly and assembly of the rifle cannot be said to be too familiar to Donald, for example, if you want him to be the same as the mercenaries in the black water, he can be disassembled, assembled and disassembled even if he is blindfolded. Donald really can't do it, because He wasn't doing that after all, and allowing him to receive these trainings was just to increase his self-defense ability when necessary. But disassembling with his eyes open, it was really difficult for Donald. So Cox gave an order, and Donald immediately picked up the rifle in front of him and began to disassemble the rifle.

In a short while, Donald disassembled the own rifle, and arranged the various parts in an orderly manner. Then he stood up and saluted Instructor Cox, indicating that he had completed the disassembly.

Instructor Cox looked down at his own watch, nodded, and motioned for Donald to continue. So Donald began to assemble guns... the same, but after a while, a good rifle was placed on Donald's table.

Donald placed the rifle. He knew that even half of the time had not passed. So he turned his head to see the progress of others. Most people have not even completed the disassembly, and many people are busy looking at the instructions next to them. And Hanks, who was sitting on his left, was even more anxious. He had a problem. He didn't know how to remove a certain part.

Donald looked around and saw that Instructor Cox was not paying attention to his side, so he immediately picked up the manual on the table, turned to the relevant page, and swayed towards Hanks.

Hanks raised his eyes to look at Donald, then turned to that page, looked down, and then shook his head blankly.

"This...this is such a stupid ass! Can't understand this?" Donald couldn't help but cursed as he was learning Big sis in his heart. But Hanks is a friend of Donald, and Donald feels that he always has to find a way to help him. Donald looked at the time, there was enough time. So he simply picked up the gun on the table and began to disassemble it again. He quickly disassembled the gun to Hanks's step, and then started to slow down, letting Hanks watch his own action to continue dismantling...

...

"Rookie, I just saw that you have finished disassembly and assembly, why did you disassemble the gun again?" Cox stared at Donald blankly.

Donald stood up straight and replied in the loudest voice: "Reporting sir, I think there is still some extra time, so I still want to keep in touch."

"Very good." Instructor Cox said, "When the prescribed time came, your gun was not installed...and you, you didn't install it either." He suddenly turned his head and stared at Han fiercely. X said, "Now you two must memorize this manual before dinner. And receive special training in the evening... Rookie, don't you like to disassemble and disassemble firearms? You will have plenty of fun at night." One sentence, but it was said to Donald again.

"Yes, sir!" At this time, in accordance with discipline, this is the only answer Donald and Hanks can make at this time.

...

Donald didn't take too long to recite this manual. Because, when learning German at home, it happened that Scrooge Uncle used to translate this manual to make things difficult for Donald and the others. (Translating instructions is much more difficult than translating other things) So Donald is very familiar with the content of this book, and it is naturally easier to recite.

When Donald finished memorizing the thing, it was still early. If he rushed to the cafeteria at this time, he might still have a bite. Of course, it is definitely too late to finish eating on time. Since he couldn't eat enough, Donald simply stayed to help Hanks recite.

"Rookie, if you go now, you can still catch two bites. The training at night will not be easy." Instructor Cox said.

"Sir, Hanks and I are brothers of the same class. You taught us that we must share the same difficulties." Donald replied at once.

...

"Cox, what do you think of this group of students?" An officer with the major's epaulettes on his shoulders asked instructor Cox while watching Donald and Hanks running laps around the training ground.

"Normally." Instructor Cox said, "but there is one person who is very interesting. That is the rookie named Donald. The quality is good, um, the one who is running there now is a bit taller. The grades are good, and, He has a strong sense of teamwork. I think he may not be worse than the Pershing who graduated a few years ago. If he is lucky, he will develop. Of course, it’s still early, and it’s still a matter of time."

At this moment Donald and Hanks turned the front corner and ran over. Instructor Cox shouted to them in a deafening voice: "Run faster, rookie! Ducks run faster than you!"

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