At the door, there is a special poster, and the identities of Chen Rong and Zhang Jin were registered.

In front of the three people was the new army camp of Zhenguo Mansion. A few days ago, Zhenguo New Army had moved here. Everything was brand new and the schoolyard was extremely large. There were special Minglun Hall and martial arts halls nearby. In addition to several buildings, there were continuous barracks and brick and stone structures. They were all five floors, and rooms were opened in them, with a total of more than a dozen buildings, enough to accommodate 3,000 people.

In addition, there is a special arsenal, a warehouse dedicated to storing gunpowder, and even the canteen is brand new and is quite large. The entire barracks are surrounded by two meters high walls, only containing one exit, and there are special booths at the post office to record information of past personnel.

Chen Rong and Zhang Jin were curious, but it was already morning. On the school ground, they saw the new army in Zhenguo practicing in an orderly manner.

However, what makes people feel most eye-catching is that there is a specially opened shooting range not far from the school ground, but no one is practicing there for the time being.

The new army of the Six Hundred Towns of the Kingdom were all dressed up and still wore plate armor, but they were no longer steel spears. All the steel spears have been recycled now and only used for training for new recruits. There are only dozens of rifles that have been produced now. Although they are in production, the progress is not high. On the one hand, the yield rate is low, and on the other hand, it is necessary to give craftsmen a familiar process, so they dare not produce them with all their strengths. However, the replacement rifle molds have been distributed, and everyone holds the "rift" and lifts them all, but keeps them still.

Seeing these six hundred people as stupid as a rooster, Chen Rong could see it clearly. He thought that the legendary new army in Zhenguo would be loud and gongs when they were trained, and even if they were not good, they should shout and kill each other a few times, with murderous aura all over the sky.

But the fact made him unexpectedly fall a little.

Is it that simple?

Chen Rong and Zhang Jin frowned. If it was so simple, wouldn’t they be able to train soldiers with Zhang Jin?

Zhang Jin was tired of standing. He was a casual person, so he just squatted in the sand outside the school grounds to watch.

Ye Chunqiu naturally let them go, only warned them not to affect their training, so he went to the martial arts lecture hall of the new army in Zhenguo to take a break.

So Zhang Jin and Chen Rong saw a very strange phenomenon. They thought that such a stupid exercise was just a few sticks of incense, but time gradually passed, half an hour, an hour... heaven...

madman……

Zhang Jin was already drowsy, and he was willing to lie comfortably in the sand and sleep, but the article he thought about at the beginning gave him a headache.

How to write it? Before he came, he felt that as a juren, he would have to write a piece of flowers, and he would have to polish it a few strokes, such as high-fangled, hooked claws, sawed teeth, or drums and horns, and his morale was like a rainbow.

But……

Zhang Jin felt sad that he wanted to cry but did not cry. The words he thought of seemed to have nothing to do with the new army in Zhenguo.

He only saw a group of people like sculptures, each holding a "rifle" and always maintaining a posture. Now the scorching sun is in the sky, and the early summer is coming and the weather is scorching. Zhang Jin feels that he doesn't move, even if he is standing here, he feels a little uncomfortable even if he is sitting here, but... what he sees are tenacious figures.

However, Chen Rong gradually saw a clue. It had been more than an hour and was still motionless. He clearly saw many people's helmets, sweat dripping down the helmets under the helmets. Sweat fell on the plate armor on his body. The silver-shining plate armor left behind a series of ravines that had fallen down.

He even saw flying insects passing by among the sweaty and smelly people, but... no one moved.

There are two types of people wearing plate armor. One is a helmet with a flower feather, and the other is a chicken feather, which seems to be a distinction. I guess the bright feathers are the "military officers". However, here, both officials and soldiers are fully armed, all carrying at least thirty or forty kilograms, but they still raise their hands and shoot. Chen Rong couldn't help but be amazed.

"Brother Chen." Zhang Jin finally couldn't help but say, "Is it not yet noon? I can't write this article anymore and I can't write it. Could it be that I would say that when I entered the camp today, I saw the new army in Zhenguo training, and they were listed as the fifth team, all of which stood still and were as stupid as a wooden chicken?"

"Shh, don't talk." Chen Rong put away her usual laughter with Zhang Jin, and her expression was very serious, as if she was afraid of disturbing the new army in the country who was concentrating on training. She even deliberately lowered her voice, and then continued to Zhang Jin: "You think it's light, why not try it. When I was studying, my father punished me for the sake of governing my homework and asked me to set up a few incense sticks. Do you really think it's so easy to stand just? Not to mention that they were carrying heavy loads, they had to raise the muskets, so that you would not be able to stand like this and just stand still. Not to mention an hour, even half an hour, you would be better than death. This new army in the country is indeed well-deserved."

As he spoke, a look of appreciation and admiration appeared on Chen Rong's face.

Zhang Jin turned over and said disapprovingly: "If there is nowhere, I'll stand here and see."

He did not stand still, and he was very relaxed at first, and even looked at Chen Rong with a provocative look. However, only one stick of incense was gone, and suddenly he felt heavy. With less than two incense infusions, he felt that his legs gradually became like a fill of lead, as if they were no longer his own. After that, even three sticks of incense were difficult to hold on. Because after that, even if only one breath was gone, Zhang Jin could not bear it. The soreness of the muscles in his body was mild. The most important thing was to stand like this. When the sweat fell, he felt a little itchy. But if he didn't scratch it, he began to feel extremely itchy, and he wanted to scratch his itchy immediately.

At first, Zhang Jin was a little unwilling to give Chen Rong a little color, but after that, he wanted to kill himself. He felt that his scalp was about to explode, and no part of his body was comfortable, especially his legs, who just wanted to move manually, scratch his body, or move his legs, and just move a light step. Before the Sanzhuxiang was reached, he was defeated, and then looked at the new army in shock at the still standing still, sweating like rain, but had been standing for an hour and a half.

His face was a little pale, and he actually felt a serene feeling.

These people... are crazy people.

Absolutely!

When Zhang Jin discovered the terrible aspects of these new troops in the country, he suddenly realized something. No wonder Brother Ye is normal, but sometimes he always goes crazy for no reason. It’s not that unreasonable. This is a big crazy man brought out a group of little crazy men.

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!