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In a barracks full of adult men, such a cute little boy suddenly appeared, arousing the sympathy of many rough men.
"Brother Xu, I think it's better to forget it. This kid is able to enter the military camp to hone his skills. He is a capable person. We humans are in need of such children!"
"Yes, Prisoner Xu, just punish him by making him run two more laps every day. He is a half-grown boy and is in the stage of growing up. Don't deduct his food."
"Look at this child, how pitiful, reminds me of my son, alas..."
Many people came to Zhang Jing'an's aid and he felt warm inside.
"In the military camp, orders are strictly enforced without exception! Shut your stinky mouths and go back to strengthen your bodies! As for those who begged for mercy just now, come to the training ground after dinner and run twenty laps. If you can't finish it, the number will be doubled tomorrow!" Xu Cang was not polite at all. He just glanced at Fang Yun casually before speaking.
Everyone sighed, gradually dispersed, and continued to exercise.
Zhang Jing'an's face was blue and black. He suppressed his anger and grievance, climbed up the first wooden stake and continued jumping.
After a dozen breaths, a loud scream was heard. Zhang Jing'an fell to the ground because he was distracted. This time he was prepared and only fell a wooden stake without being injured.
"Go on! Don't be lazy there! I'm going to practice stone locks!" Fang Yun said coldly and left.
"Yes, Sergeant Zhang!" Zhang Jing'an answered loudly, his voice full of anger.
Fang Yun walked towards the place where stone locks were practiced. The stone locks came in different sizes, the smallest weighing ten kilograms and the largest over five hundred kilograms. However, generally no one used the ones weighing over two hundred kilograms, not because they were too heavy to lift, but because they were too harmful to the body and not suitable for long-term practice.
The prerequisite for strengthening the body is that the body will not suffer irreversible damage.
Nourished by the vitality, the people of the literary world are as strong as the people of Shengyuan Continent. But without the heroic poems, only a very small number of soldiers can swing the stone locks weighing more than 200 kilograms.
Some people who were practicing stone locks slowed down and looked at Fang Yun who was walking over, and some even put down the stone locks.
Suddenly someone sneered, "Isn't this the famous rebel Hanlin? Why is he here to spy on the human race's military intelligence?"
"What are you looking at? How many people have died because of you rebels?" A burly man wanted to rush over but was stopped by other soldiers.
Fang Yun pretended not to hear anything, walked to two 500-jin stone locks, picked up one in each hand, and began to practice stone locks, throwing forward, throwing backward, throwing from behind, catching with hands, catching with fingers, catching with shoulders, and other various techniques.
Fang Yun had read about these stone lock techniques in a book, but he had only practiced them occasionally before and not for a long time, so he was a little rusty.
Everyone was stunned as they watched the huge stone lock being thrown by Fang Yun and flying in the air as if it were alive. The person who had wanted to hit Fang Yun before just felt his legs go weak.
"No wonder his name is Zhang Longxiang, it turns out he was born with supernatural powers!"
"I've heard before that this man is indeed stronger than others, but I didn't expect him to be this strong. He's been in prison for ten years. He can still use a 500-jin stone lock. Amazing!"
"What a pity, he is actually a rebel!"
"Be careful with your words! Since he was released by the King of Chu, he must not be a traitor."
"If he's not a traitor, why did you lock him up for ten years? If he's not a traitor, where's his father?"
No matter what those people said, Fang Yun turned a deaf ear to them and focused on strengthening his body.
At first Fang Yun didn't feel anything, but as he continued practicing, he found that his whole body was relaxed. Under the pressure of such a heavy stone lock, his body was well trained. Although humans are not as good as monsters, the stronger the body, the more useful it is in battle. Even if this enhancement is only one or two percent, it may save lives at a critical moment.
While practicing the stone lock, Fang Yun was not only concentrating on reading in the world of strange books, but also occasionally glanced at Zhang Jingan.
Zhang Jing'an's condition became worse and worse, he kept falling off the wooden stakes, and even hit himself on the stakes a few times, with bruises and swelling all over his body. But he gritted his teeth and persisted.
In less than a quarter of an hour, he was finally treated with gold wound medicine and bandaged with gauze by the military doctor because the wound was too large.
After bandaging the wound, Zhang Jing'an continued to walk on the plum blossom pole.
Fang Yun looked at Zhang Jingan's back and smiled.
The plum blossom pile looks easy, but it is actually much more difficult than the stone lock or other methods, because the stone lock can be increased from light to heavy, while the plum blossom pile requires not only extremely high skills and experience, but also a strong body.
Zhang Jing'an is just a child after all, and no matter how big his steps are, they are limited. Plum blossom pole is definitely the most difficult way for him to strengthen his body.
Soon, the gong sounded and all the people in the third battalion gathered together, including Fang Yun and Zhang Jing'an.
Fang Yun and Zhang Jing'an were both ordinary spearmen. Each of them held a large spear and stood in a row with other spearmen, practicing spear techniques together under the command of the captain.
Fang Yun had practiced it before and was very proficient at it. Not only that, he could also apply what he had learned to other situations during practice, which would help him in verbal sparring.
But for Zhang Jing'an, a spear that was twice as tall as him was simply a nightmare. His hands were too small, his strength was too weak, and his skin was too tender. He was completely unable to adapt to the heavy spear, and his hands were soon rubbed red. But he had no choice but to practice hard.
Soon, Zhang Jing'an's whole body was soaked with sweat, his hands were numb, and he waved his spear clumsily, which was very uncoordinated in the whole team and extremely eye-catching.
After everyone practiced the spearmanship dozens of times, the scholar captain praised: "Zhang Longxiang's spearmanship is a model for our team. Everyone should learn from him. As for Zhang Jing'an, he needs more practice."
Zhang Jing'an lowered his head in shame. He tried desperately to perform well, but he was too tired. His steps were unsteady, he was sweating profusely, and his whole body was weak. The spear fell out of his hand several times and he was scolded.
However, Zhang Jing'an held back his tears.
After practicing spearmanship, each team began to practice military formations, under the command of the battalion commander Xu Cang, who either used flag signals, drum beats, thundering voices, or secret voice transmissions to instruct the soldiers to change formations, charge and retreat, disperse and gather, and so on.
For the opponent, this was still a piece of cake. Even if they had not learned some parts, they could make instant judgments based on the actions of the surrounding soldiers, and even react faster than many slower soldiers.
For Zhang Jing'an, military drills were an even bigger nightmare, because he knew nothing at all. When others went forward, he went backward; when others went left, he went right. He was either knocked away or thrown away. Most of the time, he was running around alone chasing after the large army.
He kept gritting his teeth and enduring, but when he saw the cold looks in Fang Yun and Xu Cang's eyes, he finally couldn't help it, tears rolled down his face, and his eyes became blurry.
"Woo..." Zhang Jing'an cried while running around in the team, carrying a spear that was twice as tall as him.
At this moment, Zhang Jing'an was as helpless as a puppy being chased by a lion.
Except for Zhang Jing'an, the team of 500 people was in good order. No one changed for Zhang Jing'an. Even if someone knocked Zhang Jing'an down, no one helped him up.
This is a military camp.
At the last moment, Zhang Jing'an finally couldn't hold on anymore and sat down on the ground, without even the strength to stand up.
The dust from the training ground mixed with tears, turning Zhang Jing'an into a clown.
He sat on the ground in a daze, watching the five hundred elite soldiers constantly moving forward and backward, moving sideways and changing formations, feeling envious and ashamed.
515 is coming soon. I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list. On May 15, the red envelope rain can give back to readers and promote the work. It's also love, I will definitely update it well! (To be continued.)
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