What Frank had said had angered the soldiers.
As elites, they naturally had their own pride. How could they let others scold them as a coward? Soldiers' eyes were already red from being irritated.
"Sir!" shouted a resolute soldier, about six feet tall, with a square face.
When he said so, it was like opening a floodgate, and others reported one after another. They were asking for permission to speak their minds.
Frank felt a flicker of admiration in his heart. If he had been ridiculed like this, he would have flared up. However, the soldiers were angry, but they could still maintain the discipline, which meant they had much potential.
In other words, if the army was so disorganized because of his provocation and did whatever they wanted at will, he would never want to train them, even if he would offend the Lieutenant General Lau.
People who had no self-control would never have great achievements. On the battlefield, the impulsive ones tend to be the first to be killed.
Frank winked at Lieutenant General Lau.
Now that he had aroused the spirits of these soldiers, he should have them do some physical exercises so as to make them understand that however strong they were, there were always someone stronger than them. That would make it easier to train and discipline them.
Upon receiving Frank's gaze, Lieutenant General Lau immediately understood what Frank meant.
Angering the crowd before the training and then giving them a head-on blow would make the following training much easier to go on. He had used this trick for many years.
No matter whether the trick was old-fashioned or not, it was a good trick if it worked.
However, Jacob was really worried about whether Frank could cope with the three hundred angry military elites.
Lieutenant General Lau stood up and exclaimed, "I would like to introduce you to a special operation drillmaster appointed by the Central Military Commission to give you some training. No matter what honors you have scored, you are all green hands in front of Master Ye."
What?
What Jacob said dealt a blow to the soldiers, causing them to sober for a moment, but it was followed by an even greater surge of anger.
Who were they?
They were the best of the best soldiers in the H Country army. How could they be trained by a goofy young man who looked like he had just grown up.
It was not training. It was an insult!
"Sir, not everyone can be our master."
"Sir, if he is to train us, I'll quit!"
"Sir, I joined the army to protect ours homes and defend our country. I am not here to be the stepping stone for someone born with a silver spoon!"
A variety of voices echoed in the training ground. Jacob subtly pointed out Frank's identity in order to relieve Frank's pressure. However, from the soldiers' excitement, it could be seen that his goal was not achieved, but made the situation worse.
Jacob was trying to calm them down, but Frank signaled him to stop.
Jumping from the top of the car, Frank walked up to the front of the group and suddenly shouted, "Shut up!"
His voice sounded loudly in the training field, and all the noise was suppressed in an instant. A strong aura emitted from Frank. Suddenly, it seemed that even the sun had lost its temperature, and the strong chill seemed to emerge from the remote place. Everyone felt so depressed that they even forgot how to breathe.
Frank grinned broadly at the soldiers.
The soldiers closest to Frank felt creepy, and they took a defensive posture subconsciously. At this moment, Frank seemed to be a monstrous beast, grinning coldly at them.
"Whether I am qualified or not, you may test it."
Frank smiled faintly. His eyes swept around them one by one, "What a gang of garbage!" he said with a scornful smile, "Who dare to try?"
The soldiers who had been suppressed by Frank's aura were suddenly irritated again, and they were eager to give it a shot.
"Didn't you hear what your commander said? I'll be your master, and now you can do whatever you want."
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