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Fang Yun was like a fish in water in the team, and was as perfect as a veteran who had trained for decades. So much so that later on, the captain even let Fang Yun stand at the front so that everyone could learn from him.
Zhang Jing'an, however, found him particularly dazzling.
After the military formation drill, the captain announced that Fang Yun would become the leader of the team in the future. In the formation competition of the 100 guard teams tomorrow, if Fang Yun could lead the team into the top ten, he would be promoted to the captain.
After these words were spoken, many veterans were extremely envious, but they also knew that Fang Yun was a Hanlin, so they did not dare to say much. Only a few people were still secretly angry and continued to attack Fang Yun as a traitor in private.
When lunch time came, everyone hurried to the dining room, fearing that the delicious food would be eaten up.
Zhang Jing'an stood up hurriedly, his whole body aching. He walked slowly and laboriously. With every step he took, his whole body ached, especially his hips, as if a knife was cutting it.
Zhang Jing'an looked at Fang Yun for help, but all he saw was a tall figure.
The figure never turned around.
Zhang Jing'an gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and lowered his head slightly.
"Sure enough, you will abandon me like you did back then! I don't even need to acknowledge a father like this! Even without you, I can live a better life! I will definitely surpass you! I will definitely restore grandpa's literary reputation! I will definitely lead the Pearl River Army to stand on the top of Liangjie Mountain! I, Zhang Jing'an, will become a hero like grandpa! All those who say that grandpa is a traitor will kneel in front of grandpa's grave and confess their crimes!"
Under the scorching sun at noon, Zhang Jing'an walked slowly forward, his eyes full of determination.
While eating lunch, Zhang Jing'an's hands were shaking.
Zhang Jing'an ate all his lunches carefully. Although his lunch was only half of that of an ordinary elite soldier, it was enough for an eleven-year-old child, but it was not enough for a child who had been tired for a whole morning.
Zhang Jing'an felt hungry.
After lunch, the soldiers from the other battalions of Jingxi Guard either changed their guard or took a rest, but the soldiers from the first, second and third battalions still had to continue training.
Just like in the morning, everyone spent half an hour on long-distance running, half an hour on strengthening their bodies, half an hour on practicing weapons, and half an hour on military formations.
With such high-intensity training, all the elite soldiers are very strong. They can kill monsters in a one-on-one situation. Even when facing powerful monster soldiers, as long as they have the blessing of the marching poem, they have a chance to win in a one-on-one situation.
Everyone in the third battalion completed the training except Zhang Jing'an.
Zhang Jing'an ran for half an hour and ran out of energy. In the second part of training his body, he temporarily gave up the plum blossom pile and practiced the stone lock, but he couldn't do the basic stone lock movements at all, and could only lift and drop repeatedly.
When he was practicing with the spear, he felt weak throughout the entire process, as if all his bones were pulled out.
When it came to practicing military formations, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and passed out.
The military doctor arrived and took Zhang Jing'an away.
At night, Zhang Jing'an slowly opened his eyes. It seemed as if there was a voice coming from the horizon. It took him a while to realize that the voice was very close. He realized that he was lying in the barracks and the soldiers in the same room were talking.
"Look at this rebellious son, he is just like a waste! The Zhang family of the Pearl River Army was so powerful in the past, a dignified hereditary marquis, but what about now? Let a child who hasn't even grown all his hair come to the army, train casually for two days and get some qualifications, and then he can be promoted quickly!"
"That rebellious Hanlin is so naive. He thinks that he can clear himself of suspicion by training in the army? Zhang Longxiang is nothing but a snake and a rat!"
"General Jin didn't want to see them at all, but they shamelessly stayed in the camp. How ridiculous!"
"The grandfather is a traitor, and the grandson is even worse than a traitor. He is clearly nothing, but he still tries to be brave and train with us, and then pretends to be unconscious to avoid labor at night. Unfortunately, the army has its own rules, and his traitor father has become a scapegoat, and has to clean up the barracks with those lowly handymen."
"The Zhang family has three generations, and each generation is worse than the previous one. I admired Zhang Wankong very much back then, but now I feel ashamed. How could I admire such a rebellious old bastard..."
Zhang Jing'an sat up suddenly, his eyes red, and shouted angrily: "Don't slander my grandfather! My grandfather is not a traitor, my grandfather is a great hero who fought in Liangjie Mountain!"
The barracks immediately fell silent and the atmosphere became extremely awkward.
A soldier sneered, "Can't pretend anymore? Have you recovered from your injury?"
Zhang Jing'an looked at the soldier angrily, and then felt extreme pain all over his body, and he might faint again at any time.
He took a deep breath, stepped out of bed with difficulty, and walked out slowly, staggering with each step.
A kind soldier sighed and said, "I think you should stay in the barracks to recover from your injuries."
Zhang Jing'an said nothing, pushed open the door and walked out of the barracks.
Zhang Jing'an looked up at the starry sky, walked out step by step, asked the odd jobs he met, and soon arrived at a training ground.
The huge training ground was very empty, with only two people cleaning it, one of them was Fang Yun.
Fang Yun looked at Zhang Jing'an and continued to clean the place with his head down.
The two divine thoughts formed by Fang Yun's multitasking were all focused on reading in the world of strange books. Simple work like cleaning would not distract him at all.
Zhang Jingan took a deep breath and said loudly: "Give me the broom, I will clean it."
"Go back and rest!" Fang Yun responded rudely.
"Even if you help me do it, I won't recognize you!" Zhang Jing'an said.
"Get out!" Fang Yun shouted loudly, and his talent and the vital energy of heaven and earth surged like a stream, knocking Zhang Jing'an back.
Zhang Jing'an looked at Fang Yun angrily for a long time, then slowly turned around and left the training ground.
Late at night, Fang Yun returned to the barracks. Everyone had already gone to bed, some were grinding their teeth, some were snoring, some were talking in their sleep, and so on.
Fang Yun's eyes swept over Zhang Jing'an in the clinic. The starlight outside the window fell on the child's face, illuminating the tear marks on his face.
Fang Yun released the medical book, and a white light enveloped Zhang Jing'an's entire body, healing all his wounds.
Afterwards, Fang Yun closed his eyes and lay on the bed to continue practicing until dawn.
Time goes by day by day.
Every day, Fang Yun and his son would train with the Third Battalion, but Zhang Jing'an was only an eleven-year-old boy after all. He could not withstand such high-intensity training. He could not complete the training every day and would eventually pass out from exhaustion. If it were not for Fang Yun's medical book, his body would have accumulated incurable injuries.
Despite failure, Fang Yun's indifference, and the ridicule of the Jingxiwei soldiers, Zhang Jing'an persisted.
On the tenth day of September, the Third Battalion and four other battalions, totaling 2,500 people, went out for training. The whole process lasted two days and included spending one night in the wild.
Since early morning, the entire team has been marching rapidly, from flat roads to grasslands, to river areas, to swampy hills, and finally stopping in dense forests and mountains.
When Xu Cang of the camp school announced that they had set up camp, Zhang Jing'an, who was covered in sweat, finally couldn't hold on any longer. His body tilted and he fell to the ground. Before he fainted, Fang Yun heard Zhang Jing'an's whisper.
"I don't want to be a soldier anymore, I don't want to be a general anymore, I... can't hold on any longer..."
Fang Yun walked over quickly and took a closer look. Zhang Jing'an was already unconscious, with only two crystal tear marks on his face.
Fang Yun's mouth curved slightly.
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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