Nongqin looked at Jiang Pengji firmly and knelt down. The wound on her shoulder was still bleeding and stained her clothes.
"Langjun, please teach me!"
Jiang Pengji looked at Nongqin with a faint smile. Nongqin felt uncomfortable under her gaze.
After a long time, she said, "What do you think I can teach you?"
Nongqin was stunned. She didn't understand what she meant.
Jiang Pengji said, "You practice hard, you work hard, and you don't want to admit defeat. That's enough. What I can teach you is how to maximize your advantages and make your body stronger. You have to rely on yourself for the rest. "
Women were at a disadvantage because of their physical structure, but it didn't mean that women were weak.
In Jiang Pengji's world, the federal army was roughly divided into 14 corps. The corps commander was the highest commanding officer and was directly under the command of the commander-in-chief. Each corps had different responsibilities. For example, the seventh corps led by Jiang Pengji belonged to the first echelon.
It could be said that apart from the commander-in-chief, the corps commander was the most powerful person.
In Jiang Pengji's generation, there were eight female corps commanders and six male corps commanders.
In the federation, the strong were respected, regardless of gender.
Who could say that the corps commanders were weaker than the six male corps commanders because they were female?
In fact, Jiang Pengji's personal combat ability could be ranked in the top three among the corps commanders.
Physical structure wasn't absolute. It all depended on whether one had the desire to be strong.
"If others are stronger than you, then you have to learn how to attack faster. If others are faster than you, then you have to learn how to kill them with one blow. If others are stronger than you, then you have to learn the art of war and how to lead troops to war. You should never focus on your own shortcomings. You don't have to compare your shortcomings with others' strengths. It's not necessary. "
Every word Jiang Pengji said made Nongqin's heart pound uncontrollably, as if something was about to break out of her cocoon.
She said, "Get up. You came to me to teach you something. I should teach you something."
Nongqin stood up. Her knees were covered in dust.
"I will come to the farm every day for a while. It's up to you what you can learn." Jiang Pengji raised her hands and pinched Nongqin's limbs. She said seriously, "The condition of your muscles and bones is fine. Is there a massage after training? "
The massage list given by Jiang Pengji was not simple. It was prepared for military school students. It could maximize the effect of training, stimulate muscle nerve activity, and reduce the sequelae of the previous day's training. It could achieve twice the result with half the effort.
After accumulating for a long time, those who were slightly younger would be able to further develop their bodies, effectively improving their physical qualities.
Nongqin blushed and said in a low voice, "Yes, the head coach saw that I was suffering from training, so he asked the aunt in the farm to learn to help me."
Although that kind of full-body massage was very embarrassing, the effect was indeed very obvious.
His muscles were sore and swollen, and he felt like he had soaked in a hot bath.
She thought that she would be too tired to get up the next day, but unexpectedly, after a good night's sleep, her limbs were only slightly sore.
This level of fatigue did not affect his training at all.
Jiang Pengji chuckled and praised him. "Meng Hun is very attentive. Go and treat the wound on your shoulder and apply some medicine."
Nongqin replied respectfully.
"In another half a month, it's going to be the corporal selection, right?"
Jiang Pengji looked at the rules and regulations she had set. Indeed, there would be a selection of sergeants once a month.
Meng Hun said, "Yes, Langjun."
"Nongqin is also participating. Spread the word that whoever loses to her will have to wash the clothes of the troops."
Meng Hun opened his mouth and asked, "Although Nongqin is working hard, if she wants to win …"
She was at a disadvantage in terms of body size.
Jiang Pengji said meaningfully, "It's not impossible."
No one knew better than her how to kill a person in the shortest time.
Even if she was at a disadvantage, she could still take the enemy's life!
Since she was teaching Nongqin, how could she not teach her something practical?
Meng Hun felt a chill down his spine. He subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he could not tell why.
Cang Prefecture was one of the six prefectures and twenty-one counties in Dongqing. The trade route to the north was smooth, and it was closely connected to the Northern Borderline. The two places exchanged goods, which attracted many merchants to do business there. Thus, the local economy was booming, and Cang Prefecture became the largest prefecture in Dongqing.
However, that prosperity was gone forever. Today, Cang Prefecture was filled with depression and decadence. From time to time, roving bandits would rob merchants. The once bustling trade route was no longer what it used to be. A few shabbily dressed people sat by the roadside.
Occasionally, rows of soldiers in the Meng family's uniform could be seen patrolling the streets with guns in their hands. They looked solemn as they interrogated suspicious people who were in a hurry. They secretly embezzled money, bullied and humiliated the people, seized the goods of merchants, and took the opportunity to extort money.
The checkpoints in and out of Cang Prefecture, especially in Meng County, were heavily guarded. Because of the bandits' killing and robbing, the people had to leave their homes and stay at the city gate. They were in groups of two or three. Their clothes were old and tattered, and they were emaciated. Their eyes were numb.
"These damned … beasts!"
A white-haired old beggar covered his face and sobbed as he avoided the soldiers. He was holding a skinny child in his arms.
Upon closer inspection, the child's face was pale. There were a few bruises on his face. His eyes were closed and he had stopped breathing.
The little beggar was picked up by the old beggar. He had been raised since he could speak until he was 12 years old. The old beggar thought that he would have someone to rely on for the rest of his life. Unexpectedly, his grandson was hungry and went out to beg. He accidentally dirtied the shoes of a Meng family's soldier and was beaten to death by him.
How could this be the guardian of Dongqing and the people?
They were obviously a group of jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards in human skin. They were evil spirits from hell!
"What are you scolding, you old bastard!"
A soldier with sharp ears heard some noise and walked forward while cursing.
The old beggar decided to go all out. He spat at the soldier and said, "I'm scolding you bastards!"
After a while, there was a pool of blood on the roadside. An old beggar with several holes in his body was lying next to the body of a little beggar.
The refugees at the side were already numb. Their eyes were like wooden beads. They didn't move at all, just like wooden statues.
At this moment, the crisp sound of horse hooves could be heard from outside the city gate.
The originally arrogant guards were like mice that met a cat. They became flattering and respectful, nodding and bowing.
The person on the horse ignored the chaotic people and directly galloped into the city.
"I have something to report to the county chief! Pass the message quickly! "
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