Giant deer!

School Field!

Under the scorching sun, Zhao Hui was holding a hat.

In front of him were a hundred Yellow Turbans with strips of yellow cloth on their heads.

These hundred people were asked by him to Zhang Jiao, and each of them was carefully selected by Zhao Hui from thousands of Yellow Turban Army, and belonged to the elite of the Yellow Turban Army.

Of course, this elite is only stronger than the other Yellow Turbans, and each of them is over twenty years old and under thirty years old.

has been by Zhang Jiao's side for so long, and has constantly given Zhang Jiao advice, although Zhang Jiao has adopted very little.

But Zhao Hui finally gained Zhang Jiao's trust.

has reached this point, Zhao Hui's horn is now a grasshopper on a boat.

Zhao Hui is always pessimistic about the future of the Yellow Turban Army.

No matter how much victory the Yellow Turban Army achieves now, it is like a moon in a mirror, and the input of a stone can make it fall apart.

Want to turn a million rabble into a regular army in a short period of time? Zhao Hui doesn't have this ability.

He only wants to use the shortest time to make the hundred people in front of him become real Predators.

This will be the last force to escort Zhang Xue to break through.

A hundred Yellow Turbans stood motionless under the scorching sun.

No one complained, and those who disobeyed had already been kicked out by Zhao Hui.

Although he stood motionless under the scorching sun, like a fool.

But just like this, you can get three meals a day, and at least a big piece of meat sooner or later, and this hundred Yellow Turban Army is willing to go on like this.

Why did they join the Yellow Turbans? It's not just for a bite to eat.

Compared to those comrades who were sent to fight the Han army on the battlefield, they were simply not too happy.

The current training is just tiring for them, and for them who are used to living a hard life, is tiring a problem?

Zhao Hui did not let Zhang Wang train with these 100 people for the time being.

Time is pressing, and Zhao Hui only has two requirements for these 100 people now.

First, discipline, he needs these hundred people to obey absolutely all his commands.

Second, physical fitness, don't let them run a hundred miles in one go, but definitely not less than fifty miles.

These hundred people have all retreated from the battlefield before, they have felt the bloodshed of the battlefield, and the other Zhao Hui will not ask for it for the time being.

"A hundred push-ups!"

"A hundred crunches!"

"A hundred squats!"

One group came down, and everyone was sweating profusely.

"It's only a hundred, can't you?"

"It's not done, the meat at night is canceled."

The effect is obvious.

The physical fitness of these 100 people is not bad, and under Zhao Hui's training, the body lines have changed significantly.

In just half a month, the fat on the stomach is gone, the muscles of the thighs are tight and firm, the abdominal lines are obvious, and the blood vessels hidden under the skin on the arms are like dragons.

Although at the beginning, these 100 people stayed, more because of the food here, and there is no need to go to the battlefield to fight desperately with the Han army for the time being.

But in the process of training, the huge changes in their bodies, coupled with Zhao Hui's ridicule or words of encouragement when they trained, their spirit was unconsciously raised.

Before, no one cared about them.

Whether they live or die, no one cares.

But now it's different, although Zhao Hui's daily training makes life worse than death.

Although the amount of training has increased several times compared to the beginning, no one has withdrawn.

But here, a hundred of them are equal, they are a collective.

Moreover, their future is also here, and whether they will be dragons or insects in the future depends on their current training.

After a month, he continued to be a big soldier, and then died on the battlefield.

Or become the personal guard of General Tiangong and become the envy of other Yellow Turban Army.

Under Zhao Hui's high-pressure training, these 100 people are being reborn and moving towards a new life.

Heavenly General's Mansion!

"Good teacher, Zhao Hui's hundred people don't do anything every day, why do they eat better than their brothers on the battlefield?" Pei Yuanshao was indignant.

"Yes, the brothers below have opinions."

As soon as Pei Yuanshao spoke, the other big and small marshals also echoed.

For Zhao Hui to train his troops, and to pick out the best from under them, these Qu Shuai are already angry in their hearts.

Why is a sick man ashamed to talk about military training in front of them?

And what's the use of just a hundred people?

Fortunately, there are only a hundred people, and these Qu Shuai are just messing around with Zhao Hui. After all, Zhao Hui is now deeply favored by Zhang Jiao.

But when I learned that Zhao Hui's 100 people didn't have to do anything every day and ate better than them, how could this psychology be balanced.

did not rush directly into the school field, but came to Zhang Jiao first, and these Qu Shuai were already reasonable.

Whether Zhao Hui will train or not, Zhang Jiao's psychology is not at the bottom.

turned Taiping Road up and down inside out, and Zhang Jiao couldn't find anyone who could really train soldiers.

Therefore, when Zhao Hui proposed to train the army, and only one hundred people, Zhang Jiao happily approved it.

He also wanted to see what Zhao Hui could practice, if it worked, Zhang Jiao didn't mind that all the Yellow Turban Army behind him would be pulled to train Zhao Hui.

It's just that he didn't expect that Zhao Hui's training of soldiers could also cause dissatisfaction among so many commanders.

"Come on, go and call Zhao Hui."

Zhang Jiao rubbed his eyebrows, although the Yellow Turban Army was victorious, but it really came to this point, and Zhang Jiao became more and more uneasy.

There are too many things to deal with every day, and even when you eat, you have to read those half-understood battle reports.

Zhang Jiao felt physically and mentally exhausted, but he was reluctant to let him let go of all this.

"Coach Zhao, General Tiangong is invited."

Compared with talking about generals, Zhao Hui prefers others to call him coach.

"Look, you look at them."

Let the 100 Yellow Turban Army continue to train, and Zhao Hui followed the soldiers to the General's Mansion.

"Good teacher, I don't know what to do with me?"

Zhao Hui looked at the more than ten Qu Shuai sitting in the hall, and knew that Zhang Jiao was looking for him, and it must have something to do with these people.

When these people came in, their eyes were not friendly at all, but Zhao Hui didn't care at all.

Most of these Qu Shuai only have a little ability, and many people Zhao Hui don't even know their names.

It's just that before Zhang Jiao could speak, the hot-tempered Pei Yuanshao stood up first and shouted: "Zhao Hui, I don't care if you want to train the army, but why do you have a hundred people who have big fish and meat every day?" And the other brothers are going to go hungry? ”

"Yes, why?"

"Why do we go to war hungry, while you eat and drink in the back?"

"Give me all the quiet." Zhang Jiao shouted loudly: "Do you still have me in your eyes? ”

Seeing Zhang Jiao angry, the others closed their mouths one after another, but their gaze at Zhao Hui became more and more unkind.

If Zhao Hui can't give them a satisfactory answer, they will never give up.

Seeing that the hall finally quieted down, Zhang Jiao said, "Zhao Hui, what do you have to say?" ”

Zhao Hui also understood why these Qu Shuai didn't like him.

Just because the number 100 people eat better, these people are psychologically unbalanced?

But in Zhao Hui's opinion, even if the No. 100 people he trained have such food every day, his body is still in deficit, and his nutrition cannot completely keep up.

If it weren't for the conditions, Zhao Hui would still want to raise their food to a higher level.