"Running! One or two...one..."

As the army marched, the Qin King camp was located, with constant commands and training.

All the soldiers were feeling sad for them. This was not a practice, but a life-threatening thing.

Li Fangchen smiled and touched the Aurora, and the other two were practicing these veterans crazily.

In the Tang Dynasty, when practicing military training, two or three practices a day, it was mostly a battle formation and fighting technique. How could I practice my body so hard?

The three thousand men who had found Qin Qiong before were speechless at this moment.

Although I was willing to protest, I couldn't help but feel upset when I saw the thin bodies in the front.

"No wonder Duke Yi said we picked it up and let us enjoy it secretly!"

Looking at them, they are a little older than the King of Qin. They are all leading by example. They can be seen in any training.

The first one starts, the last one ends, in just half a day, the three thousand soldiers were convinced by the six strange boys!

The strong in the army are respected. Although the training content is very simple, the key problem is that they can no longer bear it. On the other hand, those boys have no blushing faces or breathing, and they even have some strength to do.

"Why are you still standing there? Fifty people in groups, running back and forth ten times! Start!"

I couldn't wait for them to rest too much, followed by the roars of these "little instructors".

They can't remember what it feels like to be on a day's journey, and they can't even understand what they did this day.

Exhaustion and distress are their only feelings and an unforgettable experience.

After finally breathing a sigh of relief, I found that the "little instructors" were still conducting training.

One of the centurions asked curiously: "Aren't you tired?"

Shiqi said coldly: "Sweat more often in normal times and bleed less during wartime!"

"But you are still very young!"

"From the moment we came to the King of Qin, we were preparing for the war, as the King of Qin pointed and as the sword!"

The centurion banned his voice, which is comparable to the death warrior, is unacceptable.

However, I can also figure out the personalities of these boys, and they are all scarier than madmen.

"Seventeen, fight with me!"

No. 3 moved his wrists and training alone was inevitably boring. It would be better to show off your skills in front of these old men.

"good!"

Seventeen took off his armor and exposed the camouflage uniform inside.

Not to mention, it looks pretty good! The veterans couldn't help but be amazed. His outfit showed the young man's vigor with a sharp look.

The two of them fought instantly, stunned everyone.

"Good skills!"

A man came from afar and couldn't help but applaud.

Everyone hurriedly greeted "General Qin!"

Qin Qiong nodded slightly and watched the seventeenth and No. 3 come and go back and forth in the field, which was very satisfying.

Unlike the competition of martial arts, the two of them are actually fighting for life. Fortunately, they are merciless in their hands, otherwise they will either die or be injured.

The final three or five rounds were decided, and the final three was ended with the top 17. As the second seventeenth grade, which was second only to Qin Huaiyu and Chai Zhewei, this was not a difficult task.

No. 3 laughed and said, "Seventeen, if this continues, you can compete with No. 1 and No. 2."

Shiqi quickly waved his head and said, "No, I can't beat them. If I fight hard, I'm not afraid."

"You two, come here!"

"General Qin?"

The two approached and greeted Qin Qiong.

"Just take out the load for me!"

Shiqi then breathed a sigh of relief, took out two iron pieces from the legs on both sides and put them in Qin Qiong's hand.

Qin Qiong shouted directly, "Forty pounds!"

Good guy, including the armor they wear during the day, this outfit must weigh at least 80 kilograms.

I was so busy all day long, but I didn’t see this guy saying I was tired?

"That... General Qin, can you give me the clothes back?"

Shiqi was very worried that Qin Qiong had to snatch her camouflage uniform. After all, they were all limited quantities. If you want to re-made it, you have to ask Sister Xuanyi. It's really embarrassing...

"Can I still steal yours?"

Qin Qiong is studying the function of these pockets and the practicality of these iron blocks, and is slightly dissatisfied with the appearance of the seventeenth mother-in-law.
Chapter completed!