Fort Bonaparte, 3rd Foreign Regiment, Outskirt of Eisenfort City, Greater Pomelian Empire
August 10 2030, Monday, 0930H (9:30AM)
"Come on maggots! My grandpa can walk much fastest that you! Move! Move!" The Drill Sergeant pushes the trainees to the absolute limits of their body as they walk the 80 Kilometers final test called "The Beret March" while carrying an 38 kilograms of backpack, a bulletproof vest with a ceramic plating with 5 maganizes pouches on the front and the A450 Assault Rifle complete with it's 6.8mm ammo
'Ha! Ha! Ha!, push your yourself fool! If you fail now, Alexandria's death will be a guarantee and so are you!' Alexander reminds himself of his goal over and over again on his mind, his body is completely exhausted and still haven't accomplish the first 40 kilometers of the long march 'Compare to everything that I suffered!, compare to the things that I done! COMPARE TO ALEXANDRIA'S PAIN THIS IS NOTHING!'
Alexander slowly but surely picking his marching pace while other besides him already dropping dead and being chewed out by the NCOs (Non Commission Officer)
[8 Hours Later, 1843H (5:43 PM)]
After the last kilometer which is a steep road as they reaching to the top, they finally reach the resting place which is a beautiful and big medieval manor sitting on the top of the mountain, "Form up! By the Double!" Staff Sergeant Thorfinn Bjornson, extremely large man with a blonde hair and a green eyes ordered
"Alright shitheads! We finally arrived at the old manor of the late Count Fernando Ortega which he donated to us 20 years years ago, so there are only two house rules so you better listen up! One! Never think about going inside the manor because of you do you will be immediate expelled out of the legion! and laslty Never! Ever! Let any trash hit the soil! Manage your trash responsibly am I understood!?" Sgt Thorfinn looked to the Company in a authoritarian manner, he's not merely givings order, he's enforcing his will to all of them, "Yes Staff Sergeant!" The men unison before finally dismissed and get some rest
Hungry, Alexander lined himself at the field kitchen along with his fellow trainees where they share their experiences during the march
"Hey Shawn!, there's a rumor that a wolf nearby bite your dick off while taking a shit on the forest it' that true?" A lean body, black hair and deep brown eyes asked teasingly at a slightly bigger and taller body, with ocean blue eyes and hair, with a sigh the latter answer the question once and for all "Indeed there's a wolf attacked me, but it never manage to target my little dragon because it attacked behind my back! Luckily there is a patrol nearby and shoot the dog down" Shawn answered at the line keep moving
"That's why battle buddy exist and heavily implemented in the Foreign Legion during training you dumbass" Alexander scolds him 'Well speaking of battle buddy....where the fuck is Haise?' He wonders as where Haise disappeared at 'That man is a ghost, the moment I blinked, he's already gone, well no matter he'll comes around' Alexander sighed
As they getting closer to the kitch, their noses are drowned with delicious aroma making his stomach growls of hungry, then finally he was served a barbeque steak that was slowed cooked, vegetable salad and finally mac and cheese, after they are seated on the ground nobody talks cause all of them busy devouring their foods as if someone may take it
"Man! This steak is fucking delicious!" Shawn delightful exclaimed as he bit through the meat like a caveman, "Hey! Slow down you mongrel! Your going to choke yourself to death!" The black haired warned him but Shawn didn't listen "Shut up Brian! I'm famished!" Shawn retorts, scenes like this are common in the camp as they eat their fill their stomachs after such brutal march
Then after all of them have been fed and have been relaxed, Staff Sergeant Thorfinn ordered a last roll call before lights out where Alexander met Haise "Where the hell have you been?, don't tell me you wonder off again!?" The former question an albion with heterochromia eyes (Black and Red) as they walk to the designated sleep area under the unreasonable huge ancient tree, "Around" The latter nonchalantly replied while still facing forward at they walking making Alexander irritated at him
Alexander forced himself to calm down 'Calm down self!, after this march you wouldn't see this arrogant son of the a bitch again!', despite being his battle buddy Haise didn't get a shit for Alexander or anybody else for nearly 4 months of basic training and this arrogance nearly expelled them both then there was a time where Haise leaves him alone during map reading exercise where the latter reason "He was slow" then for some reason didn't managed to get punish despite the violation
Finally arrived at the spot, Haise lay down on the corner of the area whereas Alexander laid near Shawn and Brian where the latter can't help but to comment "I pitied you Arthur Morgan (Alexander second identity), for being that asshole battle buddy" Shawn comment as he observed the two until this day the awful chemistry between them "Thats the kind of person that 101% guaranted that will leave you behind on the battlefield" Brian added as he place cloth on the ground and lay using his backpack as he's pillow
"Yeah, don't worry we won't see that prick again after basic, so have you fuckers think what regiment are you going to join?" Alexander spoke as he too laid on the ground and stare at the star above the sky "I'll probably join the 1st Foreign Regiment" Brain answered while trying to sleep, "3rd Foreign Regiment since I have degree on information technology that I could use in the office, You Arthur?" Shawn spoken as his getting drowsy
After thinking hard Alexander finally concluded his decision "The 1st Foreign Airborne Regiment" Resolutely answered, as much as they wanted to talk the man that he's making a big mistake of his life the two of his friends are extremely tired thus falling asleep
[7 Hours Later, 0230H (2:30AM)]
After a light meal which consist of tuna sandwich and a water, they hit the road once a again, "This is it boys! Last March to Heaven! Don't give up!". Staff Sgt Thorfinn encouraged his men as they traverse back to the fort, as they march the wind is cold despite being not winter splash to everyone faces but still carried on for they knew this is the last obstacle from finally officially joins the legion and have a right to come themselves legionnaires
Unlike the first 40 Kilometers where 80% of the march are on the flat lands, going back is much tougher cause 90% of it are in a uneven terrain and have only be traverse by foot, side cliff, forest with thick vegetation, river crossing and such more that pushes the trainees to their limits, some even injured but pushes on while they buddies helps them walk forward, "I carry the bag for you, so you better keep moving! Or a skin you alive!" Alexander gets the backpack of one of his acquittance who his going to collapse at any minute
After taking a few breath and slips of water, the man walks again, even his carrying two backpack he still has some strength to keep moving forward but thankfully at the 10 Kilometer mark the former requested his going to carry the backpack himself before thanking the latte, after the grueling hours of marching they finally see the gate of the fort
"We done it boys! Yeahhh! Hahahaha" Shawn screams in joy thus the morale of the men risen up, some cried, some smile while some didn't show their emotion's at all. As they entered, large numbers of legionnaires cheering for them while marching in a perfect synchronization to the plaza where the regimental commander standing in a podium
After all of trainees finally arrived and stand in a attention the Colonel speaks "Good morning trainees! I'm Colonel Erwin von Stuart of the 3rd Foreign Legion, you 80 out of the original 105 that came from 5 different recruitment center survived one of most hardest military training in the empire! You should be proud of yourself and to the men beside you! As of this moment August 11 of 2030 recognized you as our newest legionnaires! Congratulations once again and good luck in your future endeavors!" Then the Colonel climbs downs where he personally give the legendary green beret of the Polemian Foreign Legion to each member
The officer shake hands with the newest legionnaires then putting the beret on their heads until he reach Alexander where he scrutinize him for 5 seconds before shaking his hand and putting his beret then moved on 'What was that? Did I do something wrong?' Confused but didn't make a fuss about it, he didn't want to ruin his good mood after all "At last I finally become a legionnaire! Just wait a little longer Alexandria!"