Eye of the Wasteland

Chapter 215 Cruel Training (Part [-])

Today, people inside and outside Fuyuan City can feel the approaching cold winter.

Many people wake up and feel the bone-chilling cold sweeping towards their bodies from the air when they lift the quilt.

So everyone dug out the warmest and thickest clothes at home and put them on, but even so, they still felt that the chill was penetrating into their bodies from any gap.

As a result, everyone on the street is trying to wrap more thick clothing around their bodies, which makes many people look bloated when walking on the street.

On the streets of the outer city, many wasteland ranger patrols have put on thick new uniforms, and are walking slowly on the crowded streets.

Outside the gates of the outer city, many Wasteland Fist officers and soldiers also put on thick new uniforms.

Under the leadership of the officers, they started a new day of training in the open space outside the city gate against the icy cold wind.

In the square in front of the Peace Hotel, the recruitment site for Fist of the Wasteland was still displayed, but the registration team was not as spectacular as before.

During this period of time, Fist of the Wasteland has to undergo five to eight hours of rigorous training every day, which has caused many recruits who are aiming at high welfare and poor food to complain.

The strict training also made it unbearable for some relatives who were going to come in and become an officer, and the stricter military discipline of Fist of the Wasteland than the training made some homeless and ordinary residents feel unbelievable.

Even the soldiers who were able to complete the training felt that the training method of the Fist of the Wasteland was not at all the training method of the Guards in the Wasteland Era.

They are more like using the military training method of the civilized era, which is unacceptable to many people in the wasteland era.

In the wasteland era, the lawless and cruel life has changed the thinking of many people, and made them get used to such a life.

As a result, many people chose to quit the Fist of the Wasteland after they couldn't stay for two days. This made the Fist of the Wasteland less than half of its previous strength.

But even so, Wasteland Ranger didn't stop anyone from leaving.

Because at the beginning of this cruel training, the Wasteland Rangers who are currently serving as most of the officers of the Wasteland Fist were warned by Wu Yunhao face to face.

"The next training will make many people uncomfortable, and even you may not be able to persist."

"If anyone finds it unbearable, they can naturally leave. The Fist of the Wasteland will not stop it, let alone do anything to the officers and soldiers who quit because of this."

"You can even recommend him to join the outer city patrol team or wasteland ranger if you meet some good seedlings who are beyond your capabilities."

"However, Fist of the Wasteland has always insisted on this kind of training. You don't have to worry about food, because we will always maintain the best food."

"The cruel training is to eliminate a group of people. If you don't want to be eliminated, then try to keep up with all the training progress."

If those wasteland nobles in the inner city of Fuyuan City, or those big men under their command said these things, the officers and soldiers of Wasteland Fist might not say anything, but they would still despise them in their hearts.

It's just that when these words came out of Wu Yunhao's mouth, everyone didn't have any objections, and many people even felt very motivated because of these words.

Because when the Fist of the Wasteland officers and soldiers were training, Wu Yunhao wore the same uniform and followed them through the same training.

Moreover, the officers and soldiers of Fist of the Wasteland conduct training in small groups, while Wu Yunhao usually completes the training subjects alone.

Just like now, the soldiers of Fist of the Wasteland were trying to lift a log, and not far from them, Wu Yunhao was lifting a log alone.

Even though the log was lifted thinner than those of the Fist of the Wasteland officers and soldiers, it was completely impossible for ordinary people to lift it by themselves.

And such a scene was not the first time Wu Yunhao shocked the officers and soldiers of Fist of the Wasteland.

When Wu Yunhao and the Fist of the Wasteland team trained together for the first time, all the Fist of the Wasteland team was exhausted and ran back and forth with sandbags on their backs. He actually ran the entire team's training program by himself.

"Okay, everyone is doing a lot better today than two days ago. Didn't some people feel that their hands were useless in two days?"

"How about it, do you think that's the case if you stick to it? Yes, this is the goal of training."

"Our Fist of the Wasteland is not something that cats and dogs can join. Our training is to weed out a group of people."

"Okay, then the teams can put down the logs, this training course is here today."

Ding Shiyang, who led a team of officers and soldiers holding logs, announced the end of the training in a loud voice, and those officers and soldiers who were still sweating profusely in the cold wind slowly put down the logs they were lifting under the captain's order.

Not far away, Wu Yunhao let out a long sigh of relief, and at the same time placed the log he was holding on the ground in front of him.

Looking at the officers and soldiers of Wasteland Fist who were resting on their arms, Ding Shiyang picked up the kettle from the ground beside him.

Shouting to Wu Yunhao who was standing there not far away to adjust his breathing, Ding Shiyang threw the water bottle in his hand.

Wu Yunhao heard Ding Shiyang's voice, then reached out and took the kettle with a smile.

After taking a sip from the water bottle, Ding Shiyang came to Wu Yunhao: "With your leading role, the training of Fist of the Wasteland is progressing rapidly."

"But then again, are you really just a spiritual awakener? Your power is a bit too exaggerated."

"Spiritual awakeners should strengthen their heads. How can I feel that your body is not weaker than those magic swordsmen?"

"Could it be that City Lord Feng's daughter is like you, she looks like a cute little loli on the surface, but her muscles are stronger than mine?"

Amused by Ding Shiyang's joke, Wu Yunhao smiled and stretched out his hand to give him a light hammer.

While Wu Yunhao and Ding Shiyang were resting while drinking water and chatting about the upcoming training of Fist of the Wasteland, an armed jeep drove up not far away.

Seeing that it was Chen Xiaojia who was driving, Ding Shiyang turned his head to Wu Yunhao and said, "Hey, it's the captain. I think you must be busy again, right?"

Also watching Chen Xiaojia driving the armed jeep, Wu Yunhao just thought for a moment, then shook his head at Ding Shiyang.

"No, I think it may not be my business, and it may not even be our Wasteland Ranger's business."

"I guess, it is very likely that the inner city wants us to participate in meetings or banquets... Winter is coming, and many things in Fuyuan City need to be put on the table."

(End of this chapter)