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The sudden appearance of such a cute little boy in the military camp of a group of adult men attracted the sympathy of many of the rough men.
"Big Brother Xu, I think we should just forget about it. This kid can enter the military camp to train himself, so he must have some balls. Our human race lacks such children!"
"Yeah, Major Xu, just punish him to run two more laps every day. He's still growing, so don't deduct his meals. "
"Look at this child, so pitiful. He reminds me of my son, sigh …"
Many people helped Zhang Jingan to plead for mercy, and Zhang Jingan felt warm in his heart.
"In the military camp, there are no exceptions! Shut your stinky mouths and go back to train your body! Those who pleaded for mercy just now, come to the training ground after dinner and run 20 laps. If you can't finish it, you'll get double the punishment tomorrow! "Xu Cang was not polite at all, but he inadvertently glanced at Fang Yun before he spoke.
Everyone sighed and gradually dispersed, continuing to train their bodies.
Zhang Jingan's face was green and black. He suppressed his anger and grievance, climbed up the first wooden pole and continued to jump.
After ten breaths, a loud shout was heard. Zhang Jingan fell to the ground because he was distracted. This time, he was prepared and only fell to the wooden pole, not injured.
"Continue! Don't be lazy there! I'm going to train the stone weights! "Fang Yun said coldly and left.
"Yes, Chief Of Police Zhang!" Zhang Jingan replied loudly, his voice was filled with anger.
Fang Yun walked towards the stone weights. There were small and big stone weights, with the smallest weighing 10 kg and the largest weighing more than 500 kg. Generally, no one would use stones weighing more than 200 kg. It was not because they could not carry them, but because they were too harmful to the body and were not suitable for long-term training.
The premise of training the body was that the body would not suffer from irrecoverable injuries.
After being nourished by Yuan Qi, the people of the Literary World were the same as the people of Saint Origin World. However, in the absence of Zhuang Xun, only a small number of soldiers could move stone weights weighing more than 200 kg.
Some of the people who were refining stone weights slowed down and looked at Fang Yun who was walking over. Some of them even put down their stone weights.
Suddenly, someone sneered, "Isn't that the famous defiant Hanlin Academy? Why? Are you here to spy on the human army? "
"What are you looking at? How many people have died because of you traitors? "A burly man wanted to rush over but was stopped by the other soldiers.
Fang Yun acted as if he didn't hear anything. He walked to the two five hundred jin stone locks and picked one up in each hand. Then, he began to practice the stone locks. Forward throw, reverse throw, back throw, hand catch, finger catch, shoulder catch, and so on.
Fang Yun had seen these stone lock refining techniques in books before. He had only practiced them occasionally before and had not practiced them for a long time, so he was a little rusty.
Everyone watched as the huge stone lock was thrown by Fang Yun. It danced in the air as if it was alive, creating gusts of wind. Everyone was dumbstruck. The person who wanted to hit Fang Yun felt his legs go soft.
"No wonder he's called Zhang Longxiang. So he was born with divine strength!"
"I've heard that this person's strength is indeed greater than others, but I didn't expect it to be to this extent. He was locked in prison for ten years. He can even play with five hundred jin stone locks. Amazing! "
"Unfortunately, he's actually a defiant!"
"Be careful with your words! Since he was released by the King Of Chu, he's definitely not a defiant. "
"If he's not a defiant, why did he lock him up for ten years? If he's not a defiant, what about his father? "
No matter what those people said, Fang Yun turned a deaf ear to them and focused on tempering his body.
At first, Fang Yun didn't feel anything, but as he continued to practice, he felt comfortable all over under the pressure of such heavy stone weights. His body received excellent training. Although humans were not as strong as demons and barbarians, the stronger the body, the more useful it would be in battle, even if the enhancement was only one or two percent. It could also save a life at a critical moment.
In the process of tempering the stone weights, Fang Yun was not only multitasking and reading the Wondrous Book of Heaven and Earth, but he also occasionally glanced at Zhang Jingan.
Zhang Jingan became more and more miserable. He kept falling down from the wooden stakes. A few times, he even hit the wooden stakes. His whole body was bruised and swollen. But he gritted his teeth and persevered.
In less than fifteen minutes, because his wound was too big, the military doctor finally applied Jinchuang ointment and bandaged the wound with gauze.
After bandaging, Zhang Jingan continued to walk on the Plum Blossom Stakes.
Fang Yun looked at Zhang Jingan's back and smiled.
The Plum Blossom Stakes looked easy, but it was far more difficult than the stone weights or other methods. This was because the stone weights could be increased from light to heavy, but the Plum Blossom Stakes not only required high skill and experience, but also a strong body.
No matter what, Zhang Jingan was still a child. No matter how big his steps were, there was a limit. The Plum Blossom Stakes was definitely the most difficult way for him to train his body.
Not long after, the gong sounded. Everyone in the 3rd Battalion gathered together. Even Fang Yun and Zhang Jingan were no exception.
Fang Yun and Zhang Jingan were both ordinary spearmen. The two of them each held a large spear and stood in a row with the other spearmen. Under the command of their captain, they practiced spear techniques together.
Fang Yun had already practiced spear techniques before, so he was very proficient. Not only that, he could also draw parallels during practice, which was helpful in sparring with words.
But to Zhang Jingan, a spear that was twice his height was simply a nightmare. His hands were too small, his strength was too weak, and his skin was too soft. He was completely unable to adapt to the heavy spear. His hands were quickly rubbed red, but he had no choice but to brace himself and practice.
Not long after, Zhang Jingan's entire body was soaked in sweat. His hands were already numb, and he clumsily waved the spear. He was very uncoordinated in the entire troop and was extremely eye-catching.
After everyone had practiced spear techniques dozens of times, the Elementary Scholar captain praised: "Zhang Longxiang's spear techniques are the role model of our troop. Everyone should learn from him. As for Zhang Jingan, he needs more practice."
Zhang Jingan lowered his head in shame. He tried his best to perform well, but he was too tired. His steps were light, and his back was drenched in sweat. His body was weak, and his spear fell out of his hands many times.
However, Zhang Jingan held it in and did not cry.
After practicing their spear techniques, the various teams began to practice their military formations. Under the command of Battalion Commander Xu Cang, they would either use flag signals, drum beats, spring thunder, or secret voice transmissions to get the soldiers to change their formations, charge, retreat, disperse, gather, and so on.
For Fang Yun, this was a piece of cake. Even if he had not learned some of the techniques, he could instantly make judgments based on the movements of the soldiers around him. He could even react faster than some of the slower soldiers.
For Zhang Jingan, the military formation drill was an even bigger nightmare. This was because he did not understand anything at all. When others moved forward, he moved backward. When others moved to the left, he moved to the right. He would either be sent flying or thrown off. Most of the time, he would be chasing after the large troop.
He gritted his teeth and endured. But when he saw Fang Yun and Xu Cang's cold eyes, he finally could not hold it in any longer. Tears rolled down his face, and his vision became hazy.
"Wu …" Zhang Jingan cried as he carried the spear that was twice his height and ran around the troop.
At this moment, Zhang Jingan was as helpless as a puppy being chased by a lion.
Other than Zhang Jingan, the five hundred men troop was orderly. No one changed for Zhang Jingan. Even if they bumped into Zhang Jingan, no one helped him up.
This was a military camp.
At the last moment, Zhang Jingan finally could not hold on any longer. He sat down on the ground and did not even have the strength to stand up.
The dust and tears in the drill ground mixed together, making Zhang Jingan's face look like a flowery child.
He sat on the ground in a daze, looking at the five hundred elite troops advancing and retreating, moving horizontally, and changing their formations. He felt both envious and ashamed.
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[It's going to be 515 soon. I hope that I can continue to make it to the 515 Red Packet Ranking. On May 15th, the Red Packet Rain will reward the readers and promote my work. This is also love. I will definitely do my best!] (To be continued.)
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