The beach, the sun, the gentle sea breeze, the perfect scenery. It would be nice to be able to come and visit with you.

However, in this beautiful landscape, nothing pleasant is happening. It's a group of young people who are not small to be trained here!

More than 30 teenagers lay neatly on the beach, their whole faces stuck in the sea. Regardless of the constant washing of the waves, these teenagers are all newly trained, and some of them do not know how to swim yet.

Mao Jingwen raised his head with difficulty, opened his mouth wide and breathed in the rare air. Holding your breath is just the most basic training, but it is also the most testing of people's willpower.

Holding your breath in the water for 30 counts is just the most basic training, and it will be gradualized until each person can hold their breath in the water for 100 counts!

The instructor was an old man, and his skin was rough and rough due to the wind and sun all year round. He held an arm-thick wooden stick in his hand, and kept going back and forth between the thirty or so teenagers.

If anyone dares to raise their head before they have time, the stick will be struck. The old man is obviously a master, he knows how to hurt people, but he won't hurt people, relying entirely on experience.

Thirty numbers could have been easily mixed up according to the normal numbering method. But I don't know if the old man did it intentionally or unintentionally, anyway, every time he swung his bat. The counting in his mouth became confused, and he had counted to more than twenty, but suddenly it became a dozen.

Being fooled like this, Mao Jingwen, the emperor who is rampant and domineering, is naturally unwilling to be like this. At that time, he was the first to stand up and resist, but it turned out that he was directly hit by a dozen wooden sticks.

Don't dare to attack, his current identity is a student who is nothing. He didn't have any special treatment for the instructors. And the instructor in front of him obviously didn't know that Mao Jingwen was the emperor, so he didn't have the slightest politeness to start.

The Dongjiang Army Naval Division is now in Daming, and it is definitely well-known. Especially in the coastal areas, the feats here, the big families will let the children of the family come to join the army. As for the more than 30 people in front of him, none of them are easy to mess with in terms of identity.

Originally, they were all gentlemen, and they were all extremely stubborn at home, but within a month of coming here, they were all trained to be obedient and not dare to have any resistance.

Mao Wenlong, accompanied by Wang Datie, was quietly standing in the distance of the beach at this moment. Looking at the training here, Wang Datie was very worried about the current instructor and old man.

When the instructor was beating Mao Jingwen just now, he clearly felt a faint murderous intent on Mao Wenlong. But what made him curious was that the killing machine on Mao Wenlong's body came and went faster.

"Chief soldier, why don't you let the emperor train separately?" After hesitating for a while, Wang Datie still said what was in his heart.

Mao Wenlong turned to look at him and chuckled: "No need, it's good now." ”

Wang Datie was confused, and was about to open his mouth to persuade a few more words, but found that Mao Wenlong continued to say: "Those trained children should also be after meritorious service, right?" ”

"Yes, General Soldier. Most of them are the meritorious or children of large families in some coastal areas, and because most of these people are relatively difficult to discipline, they are all separated and trained together. When Wang Datie said this, he puffed up his chest and was very proud.

His training method has indeed achieved good results. And the parents of those meritorious or large families are very satisfied, for this reason, Wang Datie has also received a lot of benefits in private.

Mao Wenlong glanced at Wang Datie casually, and from his demeanor, he had already guessed something? But Mao Wenlong didn't say anything, just nodded lightly, and then stopped speaking.

Wang Datie realized that his performance just now was a little inappropriate, but he was a lot relieved when he didn't see Mao Wenlong being held responsible.

Mao Jingwen finally insisted on reaching thirty, and finally dragged his tired body to stand up. A wet cowhide backpack was thrown at his feet, and needless to say, it must have been filled with sand. And it's also the sand that has been soaked in the sea on this beach.

"Hurry up, don't grind, put all the sandbags on your back, and jog back with me. If you don't make it to the end, the old rule is that you don't have to eat dinner tonight. The instructor's indifferent voice echoed across the deserted beach.

More than thirty teenagers, everyone's faces changed greatly, and some couldn't help but test the weight of their backpacks. As a result, they immediately wailed, but the instructor seemed to be used to such a situation, and he was unmoved. And they began to count, and if after ten counts, those who were not ready to start would definitely be served with sticks.

Under the pressure, these gentlemen did not dare to resist at all, and could only obey their fate.

Mao Jingwen struggled to carry the sandbag on his shoulders, and the fifty-pound sandbag directly pressed his already tired body to the point that he was almost out of breath.

After trying to walk a few steps with difficulty, Mao Jingwen was already out of breath. Without any time for them to get used to it, the instructor blew his whistle and began to cheer everyone running.

There were bursts of wailing on the beach at sunset, interspersed with the occasional shouting and scolding of the instructors.

Mao Wenlong retracted his farsighted gaze, turned around with his hands behind his back and began to embark on the way home. Wang Datie was quite apprehensive in his heart, and he really didn't know whether Mao Wenlong was happy or worried. Judging from his observations throughout the day today, he couldn't guess Mao Wenlong's mind at all.

The training camp built on the edge of the cliff was lit by countless fires. After a full day of training, students can finally enjoy a rare leisure time.

Mao Wenlong arrived in civilian clothes, and no one knew who he was. However, it was Wang Datie's appearance that made the entire camp explode.

Everywhere Wang Datie went, both instructors and students stood up to greet him. It can be seen that Wang Datie's prestige here is indeed not small. But if such a situation happened in normal times, Wang Datie might be complacent. As for now, he is even more apprehensive in his heart.

Glancing at Mao Wenlong from time to time, Wang Datie was worried that this would cause Mao Wenlong's dissatisfaction. But Mao Wenlong was expressionless from beginning to end, which is really unpredictable!

At this time, Mao Wenlong unconsciously came to Mao Jingwen's front and looked at the running back just now. Everyone was gobbling them up with a bowl as big as a basin, and Mao Wenlong finally showed a smile on his face.

Mao Jingwen had obviously seen Mao Wenlong, but he didn't get up to say hello. From the moment he started training, he had already given up all his identity.

Looking at his son, who was inferior to a beggar in front of him, Mao Wenlong was still very entangled in his heart. But every time he thinks that only this kind of training can make him strong, Mao Wenlong is relieved.