For the next few days, Steve underwent hellish training here, which was just recruit training for others, just running, learning to crawl forward, etc., but it was a little too intense for him.
His heart disease and asthma made him feel like his chest was about to burst every time.
But he still insisted, he wanted to go to war no matter what, and this was the only chance that didn't come easily.
So even if he is the bottom of the list in any event, he still won't give up.
At first, his teammates may have looked down on him, because he looked like a sick man, and it was child's play to join the army.
But after a few days, everyone except Hodge was amazed by his tenacious perseverance, and the soul contained in him was undoubtedly strong enough, regardless of his body.
Americans in this era are also influenced by a lot of simple ideas, and they will respect anyone who deserves respect.
And in training, Steve also showed great intelligence.
When the instructor led them to run past a flagpole dozens of miles away from the Caspian camp, he told them that no one had been able to take the flag off for thirty years, and that if anyone could take the flag from the top of the flagpole, they would not have to run the way back, but could ride back to camp with Agent Carter.
There was a car to save effort, and there was a beautiful instructor like Carter in the car, and the others flocked to the flagpole and climbed up like monkeys.
Steve, on the other hand, watched from behind for a while, and when the powerless crowd dispersed, he pulled out the latch under the flagpole, and the flagpole fell, and he easily picked up the flag on the ground and handed it to the instructor.
"Thank you, sir."
Then he panted and climbed into Carter's jeep, which showed a strong will and wisdom that made Carter look at him differently, and he was still able to think calmly even though he was about to run out of breath.
And after doing what others can't do, he is not arrogant or impatient.
This is a very valuable character.
Su Ming hasn't met with them these days, and occasionally comes to the barracks, just to take a look from afar, and now the one-week deadline is approaching, and the appearance of Captain America is getting closer and closer.
At dusk on the seventh day, Philip and Dr.
Erskine stood on the edge of the playground talking about the recruits and their need to determine who would be the final recruit.
"Why, doctor, why did you choose Steve?
He's too skinny. ” Colonel Philip reluctantly complained to Dr.
Erskine that it was not easy for Steve to hold on this week, but he did not behave like a soldier at all.
Dr.
Erskine turned his head to look at the crowd at sunset, and he tilted his head and asked, "And who do you like?"
” "Hodge, that's what a soldier looks like."
Philip doesn't have a bad sense of Hodge, although that guy is a thorn, but the more thorns in the army, the more capable it is.
The army is going to the battlefield, not to the parade.
Dr.
Erskine shook his head, "Hodge is a brute, I need a good guy." ” "But he has courage, and it takes courage to go to war."
Colonel Philip took out a grenade from his arsenal at hand, pulled out the tab and threw it at the recruits, the little green ball bouncing into the crowd, and then he shouted, "Grenade!
” Suddenly, the recruits scattered, and everyone began to look for cover, but only Steve, who slammed on the grenade, hoping to use his body to protect his comrades.
"Get out of the way, stay away from me!"
Agent Carter, who was in the know, looked at him with admiration, thin but courageous better than anyone else.
She has a lot of eyes on Steve, a man who is small but has a very tall soul, and she strongly supports the doctor's opinion that Steve is the right person.
The grenade didn't explode, it was a fake mine for training throwing.
But Hodge, who the Colonel thought was the most courageous, hid the farthest, and it took him a long time to poke his head out and look at it, and slap the Colonel in the face.
"He's still too skinny."
Dr.
Erskine looked at the Colonel with a mocking eye, and no matter how thick-skinned the Colonel was, he couldn't help blushing a little, and finally squeezed out a sentence, and then fled.
Two days from now will be the day of the experiment, which will be used to rest for Steve and the rest of the staff.
That night, the entire barracks was empty, and Steve was the only one left, and the comrades who had trained together had failed when they succeeded.
The loser must leave, perhaps to other combat units, perhaps to other branches of the Strategic Science Corps, but the cruelty of war is also reflected in the barracks, where there is no choice, survival of the fittest.
Figures walked around the window, and Steve still looked down at his book.
Dr.
Erskine was carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses probing in the doorway: "Is it convenient for me to come in?"
” "Of course."
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Steve closed the book in his hand and smiled and invited the doctor in.
He didn't really know much about the experiments that were going to be performed, except that he heard that one shot would get stronger.
The doctor strode over to Steve and put down his wine glass on the suitcase at the head of the bed, "Can't sleep?"
” "I guess I'm a little nervous."
Steve shook his head slightly, self-deprecatingly.
The doctor sat on the bed across from him, the room was brightly lit, but the doctor's expression was not relaxed: "Me too." ” Steve put his palms together between his legs and leaned forward slightly, looking at the doctor's face, which was full of marks from the years.
"I've always had a question, why me?"
The doctor opened his mouth and lifted his glasses as if to remember something, as his other hand kept squeezing the stopper of the bottle.
"I guess that's the root cause of your can't sleep."
The doctor sighed and raised his eyebrows as if relieved: "The answer comes from Augsburg, my hometown. ” Steve listened intently to the Doctor's words, the barracks was very quiet, the Doctor's voice was clearly heard in his ears, and his mood was now a mixture of excitement, anxiety, and nervousness.
It's like knocking over a spice box in my heart.
The Doctor continued his conversation, reminiscing about his youth.
"In fact, many people have forgotten that the first country that Nazi invaded was actually their motherland, you know, after the First World War, my people struggled and tried, but they only felt their own weakness and their own insignificance."
The Doctor's free hand slapped his knees, he had always seen the suffering of his country, the people were not fed and clothed, and the British and French had taken too much of them.
"At a time when they felt they were powerless, the mustache appeared with his team, who walked the streets in uniform and with bright flags, propagating his struggles and beliefs that people had found the straw after falling into the water."
The Doctor lifted his glasses again, and there were subtle scratches on the lenses, which he only subconsciously moved, indicating that his heart was far from being as calm as it seemed.
"Then he heard about me, about my experiments.
He asked me to strengthen his army, and I had no interest in the proposal, so he chose Hydra as his research institute, and one of the leaders of Hydra was John Schmidt, a madman with a strong leadership. ” This was the first time Steve had heard of the Hydra group, and his expression became serious, and he had a gut feeling that the Strategic Science Corps was formed to fight against it.
"Both Mustache and Schmidt were very fond of the occult, and Mustache used it to inspire his followers.
But for Schmidt, these mysteries were not all fiction, and he believed that his gods had prepared a mysterious power for mankind, perhaps buried somewhere unknown, so when he heard about my research, he could no longer hold himself back. ” The room became silent, the Doctor's eyes lowered and he remembered the past, while Steve pondered the Doctor's words, feeling that an unknown and dangerous world had opened its doors to him, and that he had only seen the tip of the iceberg of the real world.
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