Chapter 92 – Backward Barracks
When you first enlist and receive officer training, about a month is devoted to only one purpose. That is forgetting.
It completely erases the three things that have been accumulated over 20 years in the outside world – common sense, bad habits, and pride – and turns them into a blank slate.
It is like the preparation process for restarting an electrical appliance that has fallen into water; not a single drop of water should remain.
The moment it goes into actual use, that one drop will destroy the machine.
The harsh formatting process made me a fully-fledged soldier, and thanks to it, it saved my life in numerous crisis situations.
‘Forgetting training’ now remains only a memory. It was being reproduced beyond the screen.
The face of woman number 35 reflected on Hartman’s screen is full of tension and fear.
[Trainee No. 35!]
[Yes! Instructor!]
[What did you do in Kampang?]
[I broke the bitch’s snout while playing with her husband!]
Rose displayed her related information in a pop-up format.
This is a woman who was sentenced to 10 years in prison after chasing a woman in her 20s who was having an affair with her husband, breaking seven of her teeth and her nose.
She didn’t throw her punches like Nina did, she threw a full swing of her purse in anger and that was her fatal blow.
She was like, ‘What?’ When she saw the adulterous woman falling down, sprinkling her blood, but when she came to her senses, she saw that she had been shackled.
She took one swing out of anger, but she had bad luck.
[I like Kkangdagu! What are you holding in your hand?]
The robot’s field of view turned downward. A heavy black club. It is a baton for shelter guards.
[It’s a riot stick!]
[Try swinging!]
[Old!]
Security forces are not issued guns.
I once thought about giving them riot control shotguns loaded with salt bullets, but I wasn’t sure about giving shooting weapons to untested people.
Therefore, all security forces are being trained with combat batons.
[Are you kidding me, trainee! Even fucking a private on vacation would be more powerful than that!]
Number 35 was swung with a lot of force, but it probably wasn’t up to Hartman’s standards.
The speed and motion of the baton were measured on the broadcast screen, but were lower than the requirements set by Artemis.
[Trainee No. 35!]
[Yes, instructor!]
She stopped swinging and answered. Immediately her screen became closer to her.
[Who told you to stop swinging!!!]
[Sorry!!!]
She screamed in a panic and swung the baton again.
[Do you think you can fight prisoners and even infectious agents with something like that?]
The screen got closer. It looks like he got right in front of number 35.
Hartman, who took off her sunglasses, grabbed her by both shoulders. And,
[Keeeeek-!!!]
It cried out with the recorded cry of a walker.
At the bottom of the screen, you can see part of the mouth opened to its limit.
Perhaps her great white shark-like maw, with her steel teeth protruding from it, was gaping as if it were about to devour her. It’s a bonus to have four hundred eyes staring at you like a drowned body.
The woman’s face on the screen was on the verge of crying.
[You could end up fighting these guys!]
[Yes! Instructor!]
[How many dicks have you touched so far?]
A moment of confusion flashed across No. 35’s face, but it was short-lived.
[Six, no, seven!]
[The dicks you held must be more powerful than your baton! Was I wrong?]
[No! Instructor!]
Hartman snatched number 35’s baton and raised it toward the ceiling.
[You are a true soldier only if you hold a gun! The reason you are only given this kind of bullshit is because you are all irredeemable trash! But after this training course, you will become ordinary trash! From now on, depending on your efforts, you may be able to escape the trash.]
At that moment, a faint sound of laughter was heard from somewhere. It’s so faint that I wonder if I heard it wrong.
[That is the day when you are given a firearm and are reborn as a true soldier! Until then, you are trash and will be treated as such!]
Hartman’s thirst continued. The next target was the woman standing next to her.
[What kind of shit is this?! You walk around with a mop wrapped around your head?]
Hartman yanked the hood around the woman’s head.
[It’s hijab! Instructor!]
Her name on the profile is Najadine. Her blue eyes shone within her flowing hair.
[Where do you come from, trainee!]
I, Jardine, cried out for my country.
[There are only oil rigs and terrorists there! You don’t smell like oil, so are you a terrorist?!]
[No! Instructor! I am not a terrorist!]
[Did they come to our shelter to commit terrorism? Or did you come here to assassinate the manager, a trainee?]
Hartman asked, holding her hijab in front of Najadine.
[No! I am loyal to the shelter and the administrator!]
[Screaming!]
Hartman strangled Najadine with a piece of hijab cloth.
[Keck! Cheek!]
In an instant, her face turned bright red.
The hand that came up to release to strangle paused for a moment and then went down.
It seems that he thought that if he interfered with his urging, it would be seen as defiance of Hartman. That was good judgment.
[Gasp!]
Hartman removed the hijab stranglehold.
[Never wear something like this in front of me again! This is a shelter! Shelter rules take precedence over everything! If I see you one more time, I will strangle you with this fucking hijab!]
[All right! Instructor!]
There was a single tear in the corner of Najadine’s eyes as she answered.
Once again, laughter was heard from somewhere. This time, it was quite big, and I couldn’t just ignore it.
Immediately your vision turns 180 degrees.
[What kind of bitch are you?]
Hartman said.
[What a damn bitch!!!]
Hartman shouted.
[What kind of concept is this bitch eating? She’s laughing during training!]
Still no answer. I guess he doesn’t want to be filmed, so he doesn’t want to go out.
[You don’t want to take responsibility for your own mistakes, right? Good night! I’m going to kill you all without even letting you sleep! Whether you poop, urinate, or bleed, you will run around the parade ground until you have something in your crotch! Everyone, recite it again!]
And then he approached a woman. She is a woman of memories. She was a woman with a weasel-type face that I had given a badge to.
[Is it you!]
An iron grip tightened around her collar.
[No! Instructor!]
The weasel woman looked aggrieved.
[Looking at your face that looks like a weasel, I’m sure you laughed! I know how to see physiognomy!]
Hartman lied.
Hartman’s vision screen was analyzing his facial expressions in real time, not his facial features.
Anger: 0.07
Contempt: 0.03
Fear: 0.09
Sadness: 0.77
Surprise: 0.04
Neutral: 0.00
Happiness: 0.00
Perhaps the anger and contempt is directed at someone who is smiling and keeping their mouth shut.
Sadness is about one’s unfair situation.
It was a scene that confirmed Hartman’s control in that his feelings about his own situation were greater than his feelings about others.
[Confess when you speak, weasel!]
The weasel girl was suspended in the air by the guard robot’s strong strength.
[Not really! Instructor!]
As other emotion percentages decreased further, sadness exceeded 0.9.
The weasel woman looked so mortified that I wondered if she could be more mortified.
[I laughed!]
The woman next to me shouted. She was a common girl you would see anywhere. Hartman stood in front of the common woman.
[Do you think I’m a comedian? I think I’m here to make you laugh!]
[No! Instructor!]
[I’ll praise you for confessing honestly!]
Zech.
Hartman took out a baton from his belt.
Poop!
[Gasp!]
A common woman fell down holding her solar plexus.
[This is punishment for not immediately revealing your mistake! If you have an accident, report it to your boss right away! It may be scary and painful right now, but in the end, it will lead to the best ending!]
Said Echo-Hartman, looking in all directions.
[Advanced barracks only look for weak troops! We don’t need weak security forces in our shelter! Therefore, we are a backward barracks! What did everyone say I said?]
[Backward barracks!!!]
The women shouted in unison.
[What!!!]
Hartman put his hand to his ear as if he couldn’t hear.
[Rear-end disease!!!!]
Only then did she turn her gaze to the common woman, as if she was satisfied.
[Stand up! Stand up!!!]
The common girl somehow bit her lip and stood up. She had been hit so hard that her legs were shaking.
[I want to beat you with my fist, but my fist is an iron fist. If you get hit by this, your flesh will tear and your bones will break! That is why it is viewed as a riot baton. Are you happy with my generosity?]
The common woman saw an iron grip thrust in front of her nose. She has such a ferocious appearance that it looks like her flesh will be torn off if she is even pinched.
[I’m happy! Instructor!]
[If you laugh one more time during training, I will rip your clitoris off with my hands! Do you understand?]
[Okay!!!]
[Shout once!]
[Aaaaahhh!!!]
The common woman shouted.
[Is that a shout too?! To my ears, it sounded like keaaaaak? Are my ears wrong?]
[No!!! Instructor!]
[Scream again!]
[Kwaaaaah!!!]
The face of the common woman wearing her evil suit was red.
“Stop.”
At my words, Echo-Hartman’s screen got smaller, and the sound went off.
The screen returned to its initial state, that is, a screen that splits the views of the five instructors.
“It turned, this thing.”
“Ahaha.”
Rose laughed awkwardly.
No matter where I looked on the screen, I saw women rolling around as if they were dying.
At least the faces of the women on Echo-Ramsey’s screen looked good. Oh my goodness, Ramsay is a fairy!
“Anyway, I guess I can leave the training to you.”
When everything is over, it seems that truly reliable security forces will have been created.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Rose sensed the subtle force of my voice and the muscles of her limbs.
She noticed that I was trying to get up and tried to get off her lap.
“Ah!”
The attempt was thwarted. She saw my hand pressing down on her thigh.
“Tskcha.”
She stood up and picked up Rose, who was sitting on her lap, in her princess hug.
“I have a place to go. You too, follow me.”
“Where do you mean?”
She was embarrassed for a moment and brought both her fists together to her chest so that I could lift them comfortably. I couldn’t help but smile at her cuteness, which contrasted with her usual restrained appearance.
“Worker Management Office.”
There was business to be done at the place where the worker supervisor eagerly went.
“Do you want to walk by yourself? Should I drop you off?”
“… No.”
Rose said in a whisper.
She kissed her forehead, and then she left the room.
