"Thank you, Division Commander!!"
"Dismissed."
As soon as he finished speaking, the commander of the 179th Regiment rushed out and got into his car to head for the barracks.
Inside the barracks in Mexico City.
A group of rookies carrying their backpacks got off, completely silent throughout. The boot camp training is very strict. A kick comes flying and, as it turns out, soldiers who are not disciplined are unlikely to succeed.
After all, they were once the sons of decent families.
"Camilo, where do you think we'll be assigned?" In one squad, a young soldier's eyes shone. "I don't want to go to logistics. I want to be on the frontline. I crave glory! When I return to my hometown with medals, the position of Village Head is mine."
The comrade beside him nearly laughed out loud hearing this.
