Early in the morning, Zhao Hui drank gruel.

In the past few days, teaching Zhang Wangjun physical boxing, although he just showed the standard movements, it made him feel very tired.

Although his body did not continue to deteriorate, it also did not improve, and he was half dead.

Previously, he had been thinking about how to take Zhang Xue away after Zhang Jiao's defeat.

But now it seems that after the defeat, in the chaos, will he be able to leave himself?

"Maybe I'm going to really try it."

Put down the pottery bowl, Zhao Hui thought to himself.

Although Zhang Xue kept saying that Zhang Jiao's runic water could heal him, Zhao Hui felt hopeless.

If Zhang Jiao really has a way, with the ability he is showing now, it is impossible for Zhang Jiao not to show a little.

Zhao Hui had also seen Zhang Jiao use rune water to heal people, but he didn't know if it was the effect of rune water or the effect of those herbal juices that Zhang Jiao put into rune water together.

Psychologically, Zhao Hui is more inclined to Zhang Jiao as a Chinese medicine practitioner with good medical skills.

The physiological effect of the herb, coupled with the psychological effect of Fu Shui, the cure rate of the patients in Zhang Jiao's hands is more than ninety percent.

School Field!

"Look!"

"Here!"

"Today's cross-country marching training is carried out, and each person carries 30 pounds. Task 1, march 50 miles, time limit of four hours, task 2 to capture a live tiger. ”

"Yes!"

Although they felt strange about task two, Zhang Wang didn't ask, they were already familiar with Zhao Hui's training methods.

There was no need to ask the reason, they just had to follow Zhao Hui's orders.

This is not the first time that the 100-man team has conducted cross-country marching training.

After Zhao Hui's order was issued, everyone quickly put on their own sandbags, led by Zhang Wang, and left Julu City.

On the city wall, Pei Yuanshao, who was on duty today, looked at the hundred-man team running out of the city in two columns, and was very envious in his heart.

They are all soldiers, and those in his hands cannot run such neatly at such a neat pace.

In his words, it is the soldiers trained by Zhao Hui, and they are all running with momentum.

They are a moving wall.

Although the number of people is small, looking at them, I always feel inexplicably relieved.

"It's not as fast as me."

On the city wall, there are also some Yellow Turban soldiers who don't know the inside and pout.

After all, everyone is carrying thirty pounds of sandbags, and today's goal is to march fifty miles, they must reasonably allocate their physical strength, and it is impossible to sprint desperately at the beginning.

For cross-country marching training, Zhao Hui did not take them, but only taught Zhang Wang verbally.

There was a lesson from the first time, and Zhang Wang has already planned the route this time.

A total of fifty miles, in the middle to catch a tiger.

If it took them an hour to catch a tiger, then they would have to travel fifty miles in three hours.

"Stop, rest in place for a quarter of an hour!"

The leader of the front line ordered.

A hundred people sat down, took out the kettle they had brought with them, and poured it into their mouths.

A quarter of an hour later, the team moved on.

Because this time I want to catch a tiger, I look at the line that is going to the deep mountains.

Their aim was Shuanghe Mountain, twenty-five miles away.

Shuanghe Mountain is named after the two crane-like boulders on the top of the mountain.

The trees are dense and inaccessible, and people who pass by the mountain often hear the sound of tiger roaring.

A little more than an hour, the hundred-man team reached the foot of Shuanghe Mountain. Throwing the heavy sandbags at the bottom of the mountain, after resting for a while, the group plunged into the mountain.

More than two months ago, Zhang Wang heard the roar of a tiger for the first time, and he was so frightened that he left Zhao Hui and ran away alone.

And at this moment, he knew that there were tigers in the mountains, but he dared to go to the mountains.

Although there were more than 100 people around him, after these 100 people entered the mountain, they had been split into ten squads by him.

These people all went into the mountains to catch tigers at one time, but they were trained and had been on the battlefield, so they were not small.

Many people were holding machetes, and their hearts were faintly excited.

Zhang Wang's mood was equally excited. After today, he is no longer the one who sees a tiger and only leaves his companions to run away.

It's a good guy who dares to fight with a tiger.

Perhaps the tiger in the mountain sensed the danger, and it often roared, and did not make a roar for half an hour when it watched the group enter the mountain.

Shuanghe Mountain is 500 zhang high, with a radius of nearly 100 miles, and it is completely impossible to search the whole mountain in one hour.

Looking at the sky through the dense forest, he said, "Ask the brothers, have you ever been a hunter." ”

The tiger is the king of the mountain, and if they hide it, they will search blindly like this, and it will be difficult to find it without three or five days.

Ordinary hunters dare not catch tigers, but they beg for food in the mountains all year round, and the hunters who can survive well must be very familiar with the fierce beasts in the mountains, and when they are in the mountains, they can avoid them in time.

After asking this circle, Zhang Wang really found a son of an Orion.

He hadn't been to Orion, but he had heard about the hunting experience of his dead Orion father.

"Captain, my father said that tigers are the kings of the mountains, and in order to prove that this mountain is theirs, they will leave their urine." Wu has a way of wealth.

"I didn't expect you to have this ability, wait until you find the tiger and you will take the lead." Zhang Wangxi said.

"Captain, this, although I know that tigers can pee, but I can't tell if it's the tiger's urine or the boar's ......" Wu Youcai said more and more his voice became weaker.

Because Orion's father died early, Wu Youcai did not inherit his father's business, got a little thin field, and finally joined the Yellow Turban Army in ignorance.

These things were all when he was a child, and his father held him at night to tell him stories.

"You don't know, do I know, I'm thinking about anything other than pee." Zhang Wangdao.

"It seems that you can still see the trees, and there may be tiger paw prints on the trees." Wu has a way of wealth.

"Okay, let's move on, look at the trees around you, and see if there are any paw prints."

A hundred people moved on, some looking at the ground, others at the trees around them.

An hour passed, and the group had been more than twenty miles, not far from the top of the mountain.

"Captain, there's paw prints on the tree over here." A soldier shouted.

"A team of five, disperse, and continue the search along the top of the mountain." Zhang Wang ordered.

"Roar!"

"There's a tiger roaring, over there, follow me." Zhang Wang said excitedly.

"Roar!"

A few hundred meters later, there was another huge tiger roar, but the voice was even more majestic.

The birds in the mountains were startled.

"Prepare the chains, the rope nets." Zhang Wang whispered.

"Over there."

A colorful tiger was standing on a stone thirty feet away in front of him, but when he looked over, he happened to see this tiger turn around and jump off the stone and run.

"Chase."

This team has been trained by Zhao Hui, and they are already the best in endurance, but in this mountain forest, how can they run past the king of the mountain forest.

But the tiger seemed to be deliberately playing tricks on them, stopping slightly every few dozen feet it had run, and then continuing to run away when they saw it.