When Li Zexuan returned to the drill ground, the soldiers of the Wu Battalion were doing arm strength training, which was push-ups and pull-ups.
Today, the soldiers were used to these two arm strength training methods, and the training standard had slowly increased from a hundred push-ups and fifteen pull-ups per soldier to a hundred and fifty push-ups and twenty-five pull-ups per soldier. The training volume had increased by fifty percent!
Everyone's body potential was limitless, and as the training continued, the potential would gradually increase, but the speed of increase was not linear. Normally, the speed of increase would be faster at the beginning, and the speed of increase would be slower towards the end!
Therefore, at the beginning of the training, it was necessary to increase the training volume for the soldiers in a timely and reasonable manner according to the training situation of the soldiers!
"… Seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-eight …"
Li Zexuan walked to the side of the training ground of the Wu Battalion, and listened to the counting sounds. Suddenly, he heard a particularly discordant sound, and he couldn't help but stop walking. Looking at the burly man beside him who was counting, Li Zexuan's mouth twitched, and he stepped forward and kicked the burly man's leg, and scolded angrily,
"Is it eighty-eight after eighty-two? Wang Rong, do you know how to count? "
This burly man was the sergeant (squad leader) of the first squad of the Wu Battalion, Wang Rong, and Ding Dali, who helped Zhang Kangnian to incite the soldiers to mutiny, was a soldier under him! At this moment, he was supervising the soldiers doing push-ups, and helping to count at the side.
Ever since that incident, Wang Rong felt that he had wronged Li Zexuan. From his point of view, Li Zexuan was a great benefactor to his hometown, but his soldiers actually did such a thing. As a squad leader, although he didn't participate in it personally, he was responsible for not being strict with his subordinates!
Wang Rong had always felt guilty towards Li Zexuan. Recently, under his supervision and urging, the soldiers in his squad had been training very hard, and he had never fallen behind in his own training, and the training volume he set for himself was twice that of a normal soldier!
However, Wang Rong was a boorish man through and through. Not to mention going to school, he didn't even know how to write, let alone know how to count. He had no problem counting in the single digits, but when the number was large, he didn't even know where he was counting to!
Li Zexuan was an engineering nerd in his previous life, but after he traveled to Tang, he started his career as a mathematics teacher. As a mathematics teacher, how could he tolerate the fact that there were people around him who couldn't count?
"Hehe! Join the army! You're here! "
Wang Rong was kicked for no reason, but he wasn't angry at all, because the person who kicked him was Li Zexuan. He scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly at Li Zexuan, "That … That I really don't know how to count, it's okay if it's a small number, but if it's a large number, then … Please forgive me, Join the army …"
Wang Rong spoke in a dignified manner, but the soldiers of the first unit of the Wu Battalion lowered their heads and tried to hold back their laughter.
Li Zexuan rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "If you don't know how to count, then count separately. One hundred and fifty, divide it into three counts, and count fifty each time! Otherwise, if you count like that, you'll get eight out of ten people wrong! "
Wang Rong's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he couldn't help but say excitedly, "Divide it into three counts? Eh? That's a good idea! Join the army, you're indeed a literary star! "
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