Tales of Soldier Chapter 3
“Oh god, am i in the god’s pissed sheet?” Tang Long was complaining to the air, with a mouth full on food, after a long grueling day. “Man, these psycho drill instructors, where did they get all their training schedule from, the ancient archive of the Alexander’s Library? Why are they still focusing on physical training these days?” Tang Long was sitting in the mess hall eating lunch and whining, today was the 3 rd day since he arrived at the 23 rd , and all he did was weighted-running, swimming, push up, squat, hand stand, all the physical training from basic to advanced curriculum. The training that was dished out by the drill instructor did not cater to the current physique of Tang Long, every request, every punishment was like reaching-for-the-stars level, and if – which was most of the time – Tang Long unable to comply completely to those requests, what comes next was a torrent of whips. Take, push up as an example, the basic requirement was 100, if Tang Long unable to comp