The dorms in the army are not bad.

The interior looks like a tunnel, and the beds are standard bunk beds arranged in left and right rows against the wall.

There are thirty-two bunks in all, each with a nightstand next to it.

It's worth noting that the corner of the dorm has a couple of entertainment tables set up.

Billiard tables, chess tables, foosball machines.

Only the soldiers' quarters in the motorized units would be equipped with entertainment tables because the motorized infantrymen did the most dangerous work and had to be in good spirits.

The three Jacks came earlier.

By the time they entered the dormitory, there were only five or six people in there, and none of them knew each other.

Let's go, let's organize first.

Jack scanned the room and headed to the right.

The beds in the army were not picked first by whoever came early; each bed had a name tag attached to the edge of the bed and had to come as assigned.

His bed was in the back section on the right side, which was not too bad, and it was far enough away from the door and the entertainment table that it wasn't too noisy when he was resting.

The beds were filled with things, clothing such as military training uniforms, and daily necessities.

Hey!

Jack, Alan, you guys come and take a look!

Halfway through making the bed, Rico suddenly shouted.

What's going on?

Jack didn't turn his head back, still busy with the task at hand, but just returned the favor.

The name written on this name tag is Paul Marshall, and I think it's possible that he is the Paul we know.

Rico said excitedly with a smile on his face.

Paul, like Alan, was a high school classmate of his and Jack's.

Spend your recruiting period with three classmates.

It doesn't feel too good!

Really? Alan was also excited and immediately ran to Rico's side.

We'll find out if it is or not later.

While Rico and Allen were talking, Jack had gotten organized, even changed into his training clothes, and lay down on his bed to light a cigar.

Thick Gift Crab!

Jack, where's the cigar?

Seeing Jack there, gobbling up the clouds, Rico and Allen's attention was diverted for a moment.

They ran to Jack's bedside in droves, looking like they were salivating.

Hidden before entering the work hall.

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Jack wasn't being petty, either, and pulled two restored cigars from under his pillow and handed one to each of them.

The cigar box contains a total of thirty restored cigars, and as long as the box is not full of thirty, one will be restored each day until it is replenished to thirty.

He had pulled ten cigars out of it since he had gotten his restoration, and the humidor had been kept at twenty-nine.

He smoked a total of three, split two, and had a total of thirty-four left on him.

Cool!

Jack, you're a genius!

Rico and Allen quipped at Jack, grabbing the cigar cutter and small spray gun on the nightstand to light it.

Smoking was not really forbidden in the army; there was a counter in the mess hall where cigarettes were sold, and the only thing that was expressly forbidden was alcohol, which recruits were absolutely not allowed to touch, or they would have to be flogged.

But considering the subterfuge then, it's best for recruits not to even smoke.

If a recruit is seen by a veteran or instructor while smoking, they get special 'love' from them, as does being caught hiding cigarettes.

At this point.

Jack saw the six early recruits, looking at him and Rico and Allen.

Two of them even licked their lips as if they were addicted to cigarettes.

Perhaps because of the 'preciousness' of cigars in boot camp and the fact that they didn't know each other well at all, they didn't have the heart to come over and ask for them.

You guys want it?

I've only got three left. You can each have half.

Jack smiled and pulled three more cigars from under his pillow, and waved them at them.

Of course, he didn't really hide the cigar under his pillow; it was just a cover; he pulled it out of the variable string ring.

Thanks, bro!

My name is Kevin. If you need anything in the future, just call me.

I can't believe you brought in cigars. You're a genius.

The six of them came over to Jack and thanked him in turn with their fists, all of them having a favorable impression of him in their minds.

Just call me Jack.

Jack smiled and nodded, not the least bit distressed by the dwindling cigar inventory.

He wants to climb to the top step by step, so socializing is extremely important to him.

There's no telling if a general will come out of those six.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't; after all, the cost is close to zero.

Recovery cigars had a rejuvenating effect, but just that level of routine in recruit training wouldn't wear him down even an ounce.

Renewable resources plus the current can not be used; taking a little out as a favor is very cost-effective, collect a few followers is not bad.

Jack, you cigar ......

It's kind of weird to smoke; I feel like my whole body is refreshed; is it spiked with ...... marijuana?

Smoking, Rico suddenly put down his cigar and blushed oddly.

As a semi-professional rugby player, he had always resisted such things.

Because this kind of stuff makes his muscles flaccid, his equilibrium declines, and even a mental decline and a dual personality.

This stuff is even more powerful than alcohol, and even veterans can't touch it without being whipped.

Do you think I'd bring contraband into the barracks?

If you don't smoke it, give it to Kevin. It's filled with rare ancient Chinese medicine that has the effect of restoring mental and physical strength, which you can't even get with money.

Jack rolled his eyes.

That good? Rico's eyes lit up, and he took another sharp drag.

It was indeed much more refreshing, and the whole person was relaxed and conscious, which is indeed not an effect that can be achieved by contraband.

One time.

The dormitory was quiet, with only an exhalation ringing out every now and then.

This silence didn't last long, though, and soon a newcomer arrived.

Seeing nine men smoking cigars in the dormitory, the newer ones nearly freaked out when they thought they had gone to the wrong dormitory and bumped into veterans smoking.

Jack, who was interested in creating a personal social network, greeted the newcomer warmly and gave him the cigar he was smoking.

His recovery cigar was a standard one that just burned for 70 or 80 minutes when left to self-combust, enough for several people to have a good time.

By the time lunchtime rolled around, all six cigars had been smoked, and the number of people in the dormitory had grown to fifteen.

At this point.

Generous Jack, who had become vaguely the leader of the small group.

For this, Jack was satisfied.

Young men and women of eighteen years of age have really little heart, and it is easy to make a good relationship.

Hmmm ......

No mistake, it's young men and women.

Because the recruit dorms are mixed, even the bathrooms have communal showers that were added to solve the queue problem.

Of course, it's not mandatory, and both male and female soldiers are able to submit a transfer request to move to a room that's all the same sex.

It's just that not everyone chooses to switch lodgings.

Think of it another way. Men like beautiful women, and women like stylish men, too.

Individuals who are open-minded women don't care about sleeping in the same room as a man and may even think about stamp collecting.

Jack had heard many of these rumors within the barracks from Morgan.