Ruth, teach them how to use the bayonet. After an hour, it'll be Tom's turn to teach loading and maintenance. There'll be a half-hour break in between. I'll teach shooting in the afternoon.
Boss, you really know how to slack off. We were the ones teaching this morning. It was so comfortable for you to sit by the side and not have to do anything. What do you mean by comfortable? I was the one teaching in the afternoon. You two idiots didn't even hear me clearly. Tangleh scolded them jokingly.
Boss, whatever you say, we'll listen to you. You, you, sigh, I really have to give it to you. You can't even understand such a simple thing. I really have no words for you. Alright, cut the crap and get to work. Training was boring and boring. Due to the language barrier, the NY officer would translate for Bruce and Tom's shouts. The NY officer was probably an amateur. During the translation process, many grammar and words were wrong. As a result, Bruce often had to explain at least five sentences to the monkeys for every sentence he said. Not only was the progress slow, but it was also very tiring.
For example, Bruce ordered the monkeys to crawl slowly on the ground. When they found a good terrain and an opportunity, they would suddenly speed up. After the NY officer translated it, it became crawling slowly on the ground like turtles until they reached the finish line. Tang Lei couldn't help but roll his eyes.
After an hour of training, Tangleh couldn't stand it anymore. He jumped out and shouted at the NY officer in Vietnamese, "You stupid pig, get lost. I'll teach them how to train." He then told Bruce and Tom to rest under the tree. When Tangleh finished speaking, there was complete silence.
The monkeys stared at Tangleh, unable to believe their ears. This foreigner could speak Vietnamese. After all, there were very few Americans who could speak Vietnamese. It was so rare that it could be compared to pandas. No, it should be even rarer than pandas.
What are you looking at? Didn't you understand what I said? I … Sir, it's not that I didn't understand. You speak Vietnamese very fluently as if you're from here. In that case, go somewhere to cool off. I'll train them.
The NY officer didn't dare to say anything else and quickly left. However, he didn't dare to stray too far away from his troops, so he could only stand far away and watch from the side. Tangleh stood in front of the NY recruits, took a deep breath, and lectured the recruits loudly. Hello, everyone, I am your new instructor, Peter. Rolans, I will guide you in training. Don't worry or be afraid, I am very strict and fair, but this is only for training. I am very easy to talk to when I am resting. You can joke with me, chat, and play cards. In training, I will only target those who are not serious about training, not individuals. Please rest assured about this.
Also, I want you to obey my orders 100%. Those who disobey will be severely punished. Do you understand? Understood. Oh, very good. Then let's start training. Hurry, hurry, run faster. You're running slower than rabbits. With your speed, by the time we reach the battlefield, the war will be over. Sir, we are very tired. Can we rest for a while?
No, how long have we been running? Damn it, we've only run 200 meters and you're already complaining that you're tired. What if it's during a war?
Do you say to the enemy, "I'm so tired. Everyone rest for half an hour and continue playing in half an hour." The monkeys roared with laughter. What are you laughing at? What's so funny? After Tangleh said this sternly, he immediately changed his expression. You can joke here, but if you're still like this during the war, you're finished. I'm not joking. Since everyone is tired, well, let's rest for half an hour and continue training in half an hour.
In the afternoon, Tangleh seriously taught the monkeys how to practice shooting on the training ground. Tangleh divided the monkeys into two groups. One group practiced cleaning guns and disassembling them, while the other practiced shooting and aiming. He hung a stone under the muzzle of each monkey soldier. The stone was heavy, and the monkeys were very dissatisfied with this.
Because it was not easy to raise the gun and aim, but seeing Tangleh's stern face, they could only grit their teeth and persevere. Tangleh actually only asked the monkeys to practice shooting while standing. He didn't ask them to practice according to the standards of the CF Army.
If they practiced according to that method, the monkeys would probably go on strike. Bruce and Tom sat on the grass not far away and watched Tangleh practice. They ate military biscuits and discussed something. Tangleh was very unhappy. These two guys were too free. He had to find something for them to do.
You two come over and watch a group train. If any of them isn't serious, give them a good kick. Boss, didn't we agree on our respective training periods? What did we agree on? I don't even want to talk about your morning training. Hurry up and come over. Otherwise, I'll go train you.
Bruce and Tom didn't dare to say anything. They knew Tangleh's temper and hurried over. During dinner that night, Tom said to Tangleh, "Boss, you forgot to use that grass to chase away bugs today. Do you need our help after dinner?" Oh, that's okay. This grass can stop bugs from coming for two days. It's environmentally friendly and non-toxic to the human body. It's much better than those stupid birds next door who use pesticides. Pesticides have a low toxicity. Using too much isn't good for people.
Boss is really amazing. He knows everything. Of course, why else would he be your boss? Tangleh said with a smile. After two months of training, the monkeys had mastered shooting, assassination, and gun maintenance. Their stamina had also greatly improved.
In the city of XG, there were people coming and going on the noisy streets. It was a busy scene. In a western restaurant in the center of the city, Tangleh, Bruce, and Bici sat on chairs. They looked through the huge glass window and drank coffee while admiring the street view. This simple life was great. It would be great if they could live like this for the rest of their lives.
Bici sighed. Isn't that easy? You can just marry a Vietnamese wife, buy a house here, and have a few children. Then, you can live a good life every day. Tangleh said with a chuckle.
Cut it out. I don't like the women here. The women here are sallow and short. I wouldn't want them even if they gave them to me for free. Upon hearing this, Tangleh rolled his eyes. Bici, what kind of taste do you have? The Vietnamese women are quite good-looking. Their long hair draped over their shoulders, and they are fair and quiet. Their figures are not bad. In the eyes of Europeans, their figures are a little lacking and short. However, in the eyes of Asians, they barely pass. As for the sallow and skinny women you mentioned, they are refugees, alright?
Anyway, I don't like them. I don't want them, even if you beat me to death. Bici, dream on. I'll be the first one. To think that you're so smart. I didn't expect you to be so foolish. Bruce put down the coffee in his hand and said sarcastically, You're the fool. If you want them, then I don't want them. If you're not afraid that the children will grow as tall as grass, then go ahead and have them! Bici retorted.
You don't have to worry about that. The seeds of our Bruce family will grow as tall as a towering tree no matter where we go to sprout.
Keep bragging. Hey, I'm not bragging. Why don't we each find a Vietnamese wife and have a few children to see whose children look better?
Come on! Do you think we're rearing pigs? To see whose children look better? I think you've gone crazy thinking of becoming a farmer. Tangleh watched with interest as Bruce and Bici bickered. By the way, where did Tom and Clark go?
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