"Run!"

"Run!"

"Don't think you're going to get away with pretending to be dead!"

"If it was on the battlefield, you would have been chased and killed by the enemy by now!"

Anders, the instructor of the emperor, struck the ground with a long whip in his hand, and on the oval training ground, a large number of officers in the emperor's dress were running lifelessly.

"If I had known that I was going to take part in a run after the War History Class of Emperor Basil, I would definitely not have come to class wearing this dress!"

Eve's face was loveless, and it was the greatest torture for a twelve-year-old girl.

After a circle, the sweat stuck to the front and back of the dress, and the girl's curves were uneven and uneven.

And no stronger than an adult's body, Eve was already out of breath, hanging at the back of the entire officer team, and now she was able to run completely by a will.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

A figure behind quickly overtook her, and Eve almost exploded when she looked like it was Dukov of the Third Legion.

This upright and prime-aged emperor ** official has already come to drive the distance of other students with his strong physique, which is simply incredible.

"You can't run slower!"

Eve almost burst into tears when she ran, and hurriedly whispered while the two were approaching.

"I'm sorry!"

"I'm the man who aspires to be the first in this officer training class!"

"Looks like someone was going to crush all of us at the end of the training class?"

Dukov smiled and showed his white teeth as he ran, there was no pressure at all, and the Third Army had a record of forced marches for one day and one night.

Looking at Dukov, who was about to surpass her, Eve wrinkled her little face and looked very unhappy.

I remember when the instructor smiled and came to the door of the classroom to stop all the academy students who were about to leave class, and announced the running race to all of them.

"Gentlemen!"

"Today's lesson is a rapid march, ten rounds around the training ground!"

"Everyone, please imagine how you, as the patron saints of the Empire, can stand idly by while the invading enemy is slaughtering the people of the Empire!"

"Please reach the battlefield as fast as possible!"

"Oh, by the way, I have bad news for you!"

"Today, the chef of the cafeteria went home early, and the amount of food may not be enough, which means that the last few who arrive may not have anything to eat!"

Eve's whole person is not well, what is the situation?

I want to greet the souls of the dead who have gone to heaven!

No food is the point!

Although she was trained as a knight as a child, Eve was sure that she would not be able to outrun a group of adult men.

This is abuse good or not!

Captain Shifu, who was running desperately on the training ground, became more and more desperate as she ran more and more desperately, as the gap between her and the headquarters of the officer corps was getting wider and wider.

"No!"

"Don't!"

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"Your Majesty!"

"Is that really good?"

The commander of the Praetorian Guard, Nils, had a melancholy face, and Emperor Alexios had a whim to inspect the officer training course, and the procedure for the trial was very simple, that is, running.

The Imperial Supreme Beauty is called its name, and it trains the physical fitness and adaptability of grassroots officers in battle.

"Okay!"

What Nils didn't dare to say was, Your Majesty, you really don't want to see the princess of Jerusalem make a fool of herself, right?

The Praetorian Guard officer with the pseudonym Eve is none other than Princess Isabella, the princess of the Kingdom of Jerusalem, and the Valkyrie that the Supreme of the Empire insists on cultivating.

But in the eyes of the commander of the Imperial Praetorian Guard, it is simply nonsense, what kind of talent can a girl who is only twelve years old cultivate?

It is better to send it to Her Majesty the Queen Mother Regent, so that this little princess can learn court etiquette well, and marry like Isabella, who has the blood of the Komnenos royal family.

That's interesting, isn't it?

And in such a competition, if Isabella is the last to stand, the reputation of the Praetorian Guard will be ruined!

Alexios and Nils, the commander of the Praetorian Guard, hid behind the dense forest of the academy, relying on the shade of the trees, and the two of them were full of opinions about the officers of the academy this year, and while they were happy, they took a look at the little princess who walked through the back door.

"The one who runs at the front?"

Alexios was a little familiar with the frontrunner, as if he had seen it somewhere.

No, I'm sure I've seen it somewhere!

With the credibility of the Roman emperor, I just can't remember where I've seen this guy!

The information of all the officers and students of this academy in the hands of Nils, the commander of the Praetorian Guard, can be described as informative.

"Your Majesty!"

"Dukov!"

"Dukov of the Third Army!"

"Oooo

"I remembered, that rebel representative anyway!"

"It's strange that anyone would recommend him?"

Nils wiped the sweat from his forehead, isn't it Your Majesty that you yourself once said that this person is not bad, he is a talent, and he can use it again when he has the opportunity.

The commander of the Praetorian Guard had to defend his colleagues, knowing that it was he who had sent the message to Theodosius, and he would have known that he would not do this favor.

"Your Majesty, you once praised his courage, so Wechen and General Theodosius recommended him together."

Looking at the commander of the Praetorian Guard who bowed and smiled, Alexios smiled bitterly, he couldn't slap himself in the face and dismiss it!

"But this guy is good, you can give him another chance!"

"This year's academy students will focus on Isabella and Dukov, and their results will be reported to me at the end of the exam."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

…………………

It was late at night, but there was still a room in the Imperial Academy that did not turn off the lights, and Anders, the instructor in charge of the night patrol, walked over curiously to investigate.

"Hmm!"

"You guys are really stupid to me!"

"I'm going to empty your cafeteria entirely!"

Munching on the food in her mouth, Eve, or Princess Isabella, ate at an astonishing rate, without stopping.

When she grew up so big, she was only trained by Brother Wang once when she was not doing well in her studies, when did this princess suffer such a big loss!

"Hmm, it's delicious!"

"Starving!"

Dukov, the officer sitting cross-legged on the ground, was speechless, this girl's perseverance was very tenacious, and she persevered to finish the last lap, but perseverance is perseverance, and her defeat is inevitable.

In the army, the strong are worshipped, and a young girl like her should stay at home and learn textile techniques to prepare for marriage.

"Hmm!"

"Thank you so much!"

"Uncle, thank you!"

Dukov said that Dukov had a black line on his head, his face was red, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence.

"Girl!"

"I'm only twenty-nine!"

"I'm just an old man!"

"Oooo

"Hello uncle!"

Dukov held back the bruised tendons on his forehead, this girl deliberately pretended to be stupid?

"Trouble, can you call me a big brother?"

"Thank you, uncle!"

I can't continue to talk to this girl, I can't talk anymore, this girl is deliberate.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open heavily, and the two emperor ** officials stood up and looked at the black hole outside the door, no one came in for a long time, and it seemed to be empty.

"Whoever comes in, won't knock on the door!"

Isabella was directly displeased, and since joining the hateful Roman Emperor, it seemed that her life had suddenly gone wrong.

But this little princess has no consciousness at all, and her various reckless behaviors have long caused the dissatisfaction of the magnates in the imperial capital, and Alexios, the emperor of ultra-modern thinking, can tolerate her.

"You guys, you seem to have a lot of fun!"

The figure was twitching at the food scraps on the floor.

As Isabella tried to destroy the evidence, the man suddenly exerted his strength and grabbed the little princess's head, pressing her to the ground.

"Huh!"

"Congratulations on becoming the finest female officer in the Empire's history, and for completing an unprecedented case of stealing canteens."

"Good!"

"Excuse me, twenty laps of the training ground tomorrow!"

"Mmmm......mm

Isabella could only let out a wail as she struggled, and Dukov on the side couldn't cry or laugh, it seemed that she was exempt from making up for it when she ran with her.

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"And that's what Isabella is doing now?"

"Full marks in the written exam, let me see!"

"Full marks for imperial history, perfect marks for tactical deduction, perfect score for logistics calculations......"

"Zero points in physical fitness?"

"Her score was canceled by the instructor, and she's still a child!"

Alexios put down the paperwork in his hand and spoke to the Janissary commander in a serious tone.

"You've got three years, and no matter what she's like now, she'll have to be a warrior when I need her!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Please rest assured, the Military Academy will sharpen anyone into a rock!"