"Oh, oh … Master, I …"
Du Ziteng looked at Zhang Feng absent-mindedly and stammered, "Master, you just said that you want them to run five laps around Chang 'an City with sandbags tied to their legs and steel plates on their backs every day? Do 200 push-ups at noon? By the way, what is push-ups? And practice archery? Aren't you afraid that these guys will be crippled? "
"They won't."
Zhang Feng waved his hand and said seriously, "I have arranged everything. This kind of systematic training will not only not cripple them, but also make their bodies stronger. You don't have to worry about this. You just need to help me supervise them every day."
Indeed, he used the training method of special forces in the future. This kind of training was very high-intensity, and ordinary people could not accept it at all. But for these people who had been soldiers, it was more acceptable. Even if they were not used to it at first, they would slowly accept it.
But Du Ziteng did not know. He originally thought that the master's method was a bit too powerful, and the guards could not accept it. Hearing this, he was relieved and said faintly, "Master, what you said is reasonable."
Zhang Feng took a deep puff of the cigarette and said faintly, "You ask someone to prepare some meat and some hot water. Let these guys eat after they finish running."
Du Ziteng took a deep look at the wailing guards. For a moment, he was actually envious of these fellows. Not only did the Old Master treat them well, he even added a bonus to their original wages. This was simply a gift from the heavens. He even wanted to join in. But when he thought of the high intensity training he had to face every day, his legs couldn't help but tremble. He could only accept the order and leave quietly.
"Hurry up for Lao Tzu. Don't dawdle."
Zhang Feng glanced at the few guards who were lagging behind and scolded them harshly. He was determined to turn these guys into special forces. Now, they had not even run two laps and they were already starting to lose their horses? How could he not be angry?
The guards who were lagging behind seemed to know that the master was scolding them. They looked at Zhang Feng bitterly and quickly wiped the sweat on their foreheads. They kept their long tongues and continued to catch up with the runners in front of them.
The yard echoed with the guards' panting. Their foreheads were sweating like beans and kept pouring down until it fell on their clothes, shoes, and even their feet. Soon, the ground under their feet was wet. The sweat mixed with the fragrance of the soil, emitting a special smell.
Zhang Feng's hawk-like eyes looked around at the crowd and kept shouting, "One, two, one, two, one …"
"In the future, this will be your slogan. Every time you run, you must shout it. Your footsteps must follow the slogan. Start shouting now,, one, two …"
Everyone was already half-dead. How could they still have the strength to shout such a nonsense slogan? They stuck out their tongues, and their eyes were a little blurred, as if they were about to faint.
Zhang Feng saw that no one reacted and was immediately furious. He was about to reprimand them, but unexpectedly, someone shouted, "One, two, one, two, one …"
He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a burly man who was running in front wiping the sweat on his forehead. He kept shouting, as if he was using all his strength to shout. It was rough and loud.
This person …
Zhang Feng was faintly influenced.
He remembered that this person was often guarding the door, but he could not remember his name. He would have to ask later.
Thinking about it, he looked deeply at the burly man and was about to say something to boost their morale. Unexpectedly, a series of chaotic howls sounded, "One, two … one, two, one …"
The voices were made by all the guards. They were already half-dead from exhaustion and did not have the strength to shout any slogans. But with the first person starting, it was different. It was as if a ball of fire was ignited in their bodies and they had no choice but to explode.
Indeed, Zhang Feng's slogan had a basis, and it had a very strong attachment. As long as the first person took the lead, the people behind him would be infected, and all of them would involuntarily roar. This was equivalent to throwing a spark on a prairie. Originally, the flame was not very big, but it would gradually spread to the surroundings, and in an instant, the fire would become bigger. A single spark could start a prairie fire, and this was the most appropriate way to describe these guards.
They did not even know how to open their mouths when their strength was about to be exhausted. In any case, since there was the first person, they would follow and shout. Gradually, their voices became more and more orderly and even louder.
"One, two … one, two, one …"
Waves of resounding and loud voices spread throughout the Zhang residence. The servant girls with sharp ears seemed to have heard something and screamed. They pulled their companions and gathered around. In a short moment, the courtyard was filled with servant girls watching.
"Wow, this is that Ning Xiao. His good friend is manly. Look, he is running in front."
"If you want to say he is manly, you have to look at Kang Shuang. Look at the bulging muscles all over his body. You can see it even through his clothes. Especially that master who is drenched in sweat. Wow, I can't take it anymore. Help me."
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