Nongqin looked at Jiang Pengji firmly, and knelt down with her knees straight. The wound on her shoulder was still bleeding, sticking to her clothes.
"I beg the Lord to teach the slaves!"
Jiang Pengji looked at Nongqin with a half-smiling smile, making her whole body unnatural.
After a long time, she said, "What do you think I can teach you?"
Nongqin was startled, not understanding what she meant,
Jiang Pengji said, "You will practice hard, know how to work hard, and have an unyielding heart. It is enough to have these. What I can teach you is just to tell you how to maximize your advantages and how to make your body strong. The rest is up to you."
Female physiology is indeed disadvantaged, but this does not mean that women are weak.
In Jiang Pengji's world, the federal military was roughly divided into fourteen legions. Each legion has different responsibilities. For example, the seventh legion led by Jiang Pengji belongs to the first-tier combat legion.
It can be said that in addition to the general marshal, the legion commander is the man of the peak of power.
In Jiang Pengji's year, there were eight female commanders and six males.
The strong in the Federation are respected, regardless of gender.
Who can say that those legion commanders are women, so they are weaker than the other six male legion commanders
In fact, Jiang Pengji's personal combat power ranking among the army commanders can completely squeeze into the top three.
Physiological structure is not absolute, it depends on whether there is a stronger mind.
"If others are stronger than you, then you will learn how to shoot faster. If others are faster than you, then you will learn how to kill someone with one blow. If others are physically better than you, then you will learn The art of war, how to lead an army to fight. Your eyes, never focus on your own weaknesses, and you don’t need to compare your weaknesses with the strengths of others, that’s not necessary.”
Every time Jiang Pengji said a word, Nongqin's heart thumped uncontrollably, as if something was about to burst out of the cocoon.
She said, "Get up, you come to me to teach you, I have to teach you something."
Nongqin got up, and his knees were dusty.
"I come to the farm every day to stay for a while. What I can learn is up to you." Jiang Pengji raised her hand and pinched the **qin's limbs, and said with a serious expression, "The musculoskeletal state is fine, and there is still room for plasticity. After training , is there a massage?"
The massage list Jiang Pengji gave was not simple. It was prepared for the training of military school students. It could maximize the training effect, stimulate the activity of muscles and nerves, reduce the sequelae left over from the previous day's training, and achieve a multiplier effect.
Over time, if you are a little younger, your body can develop again, effectively improving your physical fitness.
Nongqin blushed and said in a low voice, "Yes, the head coach saw that the training of slaves was extremely difficult, so he specially asked Zhuangzi's aunt to learn to help slaves."
Although that kind of full body massage is embarrassing, the effect is indeed remarkable.
Muscles are sore and swollen, it feels like a hot bath.
She thought she would be too tired to get up the next day, but she didn't want to sleep full, her limbs were only slightly sore.
This level of fatigue does not affect training at all.
Jiang Pengji chuckled and praised, "Meng Hun is very careful. Go down and treat the wound on your shoulder first and apply some medicine."
Nongqin said respectfully.
"In half a month, it seems to be the selection of the corps chief, right?"
Jiang Pengji looked at the charter that he had set before, and it was true that the corps leader was selected once a month.
Meng Hun said, "Report to the Lord, yes."
"Find the qin also participates, let me know, whoever loses to her, whoever changes the clothes from the part will go to the starch and wash."
Meng Hun opened his mouth blankly and asked, "Although Mrs. Nongqin works hard, but if you want to win..."
She was at a loss for body shape alone.
Jiang Pengji said meaningfully, "It may not be impossible to win."
No one knows better than her how to kill a person in the shortest time.
Even if you are at a disadvantage, you can take the enemy's life!
Since you teach the piano, how can you not teach some dry goods
Meng Hun's back was chilled, and he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain why.
Cangzhou is one of the twenty-one counties of the six prefectures in Dongqing. The north side of the city is well-connected and has a relatively dense connection with the northern Xinjiang. The exchange of goods between the two places has attracted many merchants to do business, thereby promoting the local economic prosperity. It made Cangzhou become the great state of Dongqing.
However, this prosperous scene is gone forever. Today's Cangzhou is filled with the staleness of depression and decadence. From time to time, there are rogues looting and looting merchants. The bustling and prosperous commercial roads have disappeared, and a few ragged people are sitting roadside.
Occasionally, you can see rows of soldiers in Meng family uniforms patrolling with guns. They check suspicious pedestrians in a hurry with solemn expressions, secretly deduct property, take the opportunity to bully the people, seize the goods of the merchants, and take the opportunity to extort money. .
In and out of Cangzhou, especially the various levels in Meng County are heavily guarded. Because of the killing, looting and looting by bandits, the people who have to leave their hometowns are stranded at the gate of the city. .
"These goddamn... beasts!"
Avoiding the soldiers, a gray-haired old beggar covered his face and sobbed, holding a thin child in his arms.
Taking a closer look, the child's face was pale, with several mottled bruises on his face, his eyes were closed, and his breathing had stopped.
The little beggar was picked up by an old beggar. From the time he was babbling to the age of twelve, he thought he would have a support for the rest of his life. He never thought that his grandson was hungry, so he secretly went out to beg and accidentally soiled the shoes of a soldier of the Meng family. face, and then be beaten to death by the opponent.
Where is this the patron saint of defending Dongqing and the people
It is clearly a group of jackals, tigers and leopards in human skins, evil ghosts from hell!
"What are you scolding, old beast!"
A soldier with sharp ears heard some voices and stepped forward cursing.
The old beggar simply went out and spat at the soldier, "Scolding you bastards!"
But for a moment, there was blood on the side of the road, and an old beggar with several holes poked was lying next to the body of a small beggar.
The refugees next to him were already numb, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be pressed on wooden beads, and they didn't move, just like a wooden man.
At this moment, there was a crisp sound of horse hooves outside the city gate.
The guard who was still arrogant was like a mouse meeting a cat, becoming flattering and respectful, nodding and bowing.
The man on the horse galloped in without regard for the chaotic people.
"I have something important to report to the county governor! Quickly spread the word!"
The horseman's eyes were red and bloodshot, his cheeks were covered with a layer of gray oil, his hair was greasy, and his face was haggard. At a glance, he could see that he was rushing on horses and whipping for several days at night, and he didn't even care. Clean up the exterior.