Without hiding his weakness, he would directly spread his trump card in front of the king and fully demonstrate his trust and loyalty to His Majesty to Jiurao in this way.

So throughout February, the Imperial Guards lived in dire straits.

If you run slowly, you will be punished. You will be punished even if you run until your legs are broken. If you practice arrows, you will still continue to practice. The blisters are so painful that they almost cried and they will not stop. If you are lazy, you will eat whips and dare to violate military discipline and serve them... These spoiled soldiers suffered a lot in Luan Fei's hands, complaining every day, cursing in their hearts, and wishing they could put Luan Fei into the oil pan and cook eighteen rounds.

If cursing is really useful, Luan Fei has probably been sent to the eighteenth floor hell for countless years, and the oil pan of Daoshan has been put into the pot countless times. Unfortunately, cursing is useless, so he is still the most terrifying commander of Luan in everyone's hearts.

I don’t know who was trained to be unconscious, so I said hatefully, “I can still fall into the hands of you, a little brat who is not dry.” So others followed suit, but the sentence “The little brat who is not dry” was too long, and everyone called the little brat behind them.

Compared to the Imperial Guard, who was eighteen or nineteen years old, Luan Fei, who was just fifteen years old, was indeed a little brat, but he was not so bold when he always called Little Brat in front of him, but he couldn't swallow that breath in his heart. Everyone began to change his name to "Leader Luan".

Luan Fei didn't react after hearing this and let them shout, but he just urged the exercise with a cold face every day but was not ruthless at all.

One hour of exercise every day is undoubtedly hard, and every breath is torture. However, in order not to be kicked out with shame, almost everyone gritted their teeth and insisted, running, step-by-step shooting, riding shooting, single-player fighting, group competition, swords, spears against...

So no matter how much cursing or complaining, the effect is obvious after a month.

The Imperial Guards all had tanned for several laps and had lost weight, but they walked with a good look, with their heads raised and their chests raised, their eyebrows and eyes looked energetic, no longer as loose, lazy and listless as before. The lower plate was solid and they were strong, and the arrows shot out could hit the bull's eye. Progress and change were completely visible.

Although the exercise was still as hard as ever, the intensity of the exercise was increasing, constantly challenging the limits they could bear, but complaining and cursing gradually decreased. After all, everyone accepted this training ground that was only a man who was sweating profusely in winter.

Habits are such a terrible thing.

If one day suddenly, the young commander Luan came over with a whip and scolded them for shooting archery and targets, they would feel uncomfortable all over.

The exercise in February ends, and the confrontation drill is held on the sixth day of March.

All the Imperial Guards began to get nervous.

Commander Luan said before that, one month will last for everyone, whoever fails to meet the standards will kick out. If their handsome man is kicked out like this, should they still be in the imperial capital in the future?
Chapter completed!