Scarface looked suspiciously at Cheng Chumo when he heard that. However, after weighing his future life and the matters of the past, he nodded his head heavily.
"If that's the case, then we can really train it."
As he spoke, he cupped his fists towards Zhang Feng and said, "Old Gou 'zi, Shuanzhu, Gu Changzhang, Zhao Sizhe."
Following Scarface's roar, four people who looked similar in age to Scarface walked out from the group of over thirty veterans.
These four people were no different from Scarface. They looked ordinary and did not have Yu Baoqi's explosive muscles, nor did they have a tall and sturdy body. When the five of them stood together, some of them were even shorter than Cheng Tie and the others by a head.
Zhang Feng frowned slightly.
However, when the five of them revealed their scars and strong eight-pack abs, Zhang Feng decisively shut his mouth. He pointed to the armor at the side and said, "This time, we are not training to go on the battlefield to kill the enemy. Have you heard of cuju?"
Scarface nodded.
Zhang Feng asked again, "This time, we are using cuju to train a new type of toy. You can casually bump into people on the field, but the only condition is that you are not allowed to hit people or kick their crotch. Whoever dares to hit people will be disqualified!"
"Then, the field will be divided into two groups, the vanguard and the backline. As for the individual selection, we originally needed fifteen people, but I only chose ten. As for the remaining people, you can find them yourselves. However, the only condition is that they must scratch, hit, or hammer. Once they do that, they will break the rules and will not be recruited in the future!"
Zhang Feng explained the rules of rugby three times intermittently. Only then did he explain the rules that were similar to rugby.
He even personally went on the field to train for two hours. Only then did he leave after Yu Shinan's repeated calls.
When he took off his protective armor, he rubbed his aching chest and stared at Scarface. "What is your name?"
Scarface heard this and quickly took off his armor. "My name is Jia Daoren …"
Jia Daoren?
Daoist Jia?
Zhang Feng had always admired the naming system of the Tang Dynasty, but this time, Zhang Feng was still amazed. He stared and asked, "None of you are called Du Ziteng, right?"
"Yes …"
A weak voice came out from the mouth of a man in armor.
Zhang Feng rubbed his head and waved his hand, "Continue with the training. Oh right, Daoist, let Ma Zhou take the rest of your brothers to my mansion. You will be in charge of everything in the mansion. Oh right, you have to pay more attention to the place where the three old men are. Without my permission, no one is allowed to enter."
Cheng Chumo and the others were already panting heavily, but when they heard Zhang Feng's words, their eyes instantly lit up.
Ever since this grandson returned to the mountain, it was as if he had changed into a different person. Even a certain place in the resort was not allowed to enter?
Could it be that he was hiding something that couldn't be seen?
As soon as Zhang Feng left, Li Chengqian instantly screamed and took off the armor on his head.
He lay on his back on the ground and wailed again and again.
From last night until now, it was almost noon. How could anyone torture someone like this?
They didn't know which careless man it was, but he actually took the armor of a general. The weight of the armor was about 25 kilograms. After this set of movements, everyone was already exhausted.
At this time, Jia Daoren squatted beside Cheng Chumo. Cheng Chumo also knew what he meant. He glanced at the people playing basketball next to him and said, "Just call me Tie Niu. On the mountain, everyone is equal."
This time, Jia Daoren couldn't sit still. Although he had already known about this situation from Cripple Wang, now it seemed that he really didn't dare to believe it.
After all, he had seen the son of the God of Slaughter Cheng Yaojin in the army.
He couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Zhang Feng could actually train a good lunatic to be so docile.
"Then, I'll respectfully accept." Jia Daoren sighed and said, "Since the Dean has asked me to train you, and it's in such a tight time, then don't blame me. I don't know what you were in the past, but now you only have one identity left. Either you're dead, or you're my soldiers. There are only two choices left. Either get lost now and be a rich second generation, or shut your mouth and do whatever I say!"
Damn you.
You dare to open a dyehouse just because I gave you some color?
Cheng Chumo was furious.
But Jia Daoren really misinterpreted his meaning. He thought that the son of General Cheng, Cheng Chumo, must have discussed it with Dean Zhang Feng. This time, the matter was more serious, so he wanted him to train them to death.
Such a strange request, although it made Jia Daoren a little nervous, but Cheng Chumo had already said that he should do what he should do. He couldn't possibly let this bowl of rice down, right?
So …
On the other side.
With a frosty face, Yu Shinan looked at the listless Zhang Feng and scolded, "Look at what you've done. This is obviously the Academy. You actually want to find a person who practices martial arts to teach them? And you even have to wear armor. What is this? "
"It's simply incongruous!"
Zhang Feng smiled weakly and said, "Teacher, have you ever heard of a saying, 'Only through suffering can one rise above others'?"
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