Cheng Huailiang gritted his teeth and walked on the mountain road, beads of sweat kept falling, he hadn't exercised since he came to the Tang Dynasty for so long, and it was really challenging to come out like this.

Cheng Huailiang also knew that Zhang Tong just wanted to train him and increase the chances of surviving in the future, after all, the sword has no eyes on the battlefield. In fact, Cheng Huailiang's motivation to insist on walking down came more from the fierce guy behind him, waving his whip in the air from time to time, as if he was about to fall on him if he didn't pay attention. It hurts.

I don't know if it's Zhang Tong's arrangement, this kid is on with him, where Cheng Huailiang goes, he will ride a horse and follow where to go, slow down the whip on the open space next to him, for the sake of his ass, Cheng Huailiang really insisted on it for more than an hour, and at noon when the herald ordered the camp to cook, Cheng Huailiang sat on the ground with his ass.

Wearing broken straw sandals and carrying a heavy bag with sand, he walked on the rugged and winding path for more than an hour, and people who have not experienced it may not be able to experience it, Cheng Huailiang now has a deep experience, his chest is like a broken drum and the sound is non-stop, the feet are sore and swollen, and he can't feel the existence of his feet at all, even if Cheng Huailiang sits on the ground, the sweat of the bean has been flowing non-stop, Cheng Huailiang really wants to sit here, and he doesn't want to move, but that hateful guy appears again and makes him stand up, Either you go to help others make a pot and cook, or you can continue to run a few laps and exercise your body.

Cheng Huailiang looked at this hateful guy and wanted to punch him and let him know why the flowers were so red, but unfortunately, he didn't dare, he would definitely be whitewashed today, this is not a comfortable and comfortable Chang'an City!

Cheng Huailiang dragged his tired body to help the old cigarette butts, and the old cigarette butts saw that Cheng Huailiang was so tired, and they originally planned to let him rest and kick his breath, but they found that he was followed by a tail, so they had to arrange some lighter work for Cheng Huailiang to do, and he had the right to rest.

The auxiliaries take turns to cook, today they are responsible for cooking the old cigarette butts, Cheng Huailiang is next to help wash rice, cut vegetables and the like, Cheng Huailiang is busy for most of the hour, and he doesn't feel so tired, and the rice is almost cooked.

Cheng Huailiang didn't know if the food in the army was better or worse than before, but it was really unpalatable to Cheng Huailiang, not rice or white flour or anything like that, it was a kind of millet rice, something that only poor people eat, and it felt like cutting his throat when he swallowed it.

Not to mention, pickles plus the wild vegetables they got in the wild, bitter and bitter to death, salty to death, Cheng Huailiang was really hungry, and he couldn't take care of it so much, he picked up a bowl and sandwiched a few pieces of pickles and wild vegetables in the bowl, and swallowed it in a big gulp.

After eating quickly, Cheng Huailiang found a stone and lay down with his back against him, taking the opportunity to rest and recover his strength, that hateful guy finally didn't appear, maybe he was busy eating his pickles and wild vegetables.

About half an hour later, the herald told everyone to pack up their things and prepare to go.

Cheng Huailiang shook his drowsy head, slowly stood up against the stone, his feet trembled inadvertently, Cheng Huailiang twisted hard, and then felt the strength return to his body.

Today's weather is very good, it may be a good day specially chosen by Dad for Cheng Huailiang, the bright sun at noon makes people soft all over, although it is not very hot, but it is very easy for people to sleep.

Cheng Huailiang was a little distracted as he walked with the army, tired, and sleepy at the same time.

When passing through a small slope, he fell out without paying attention to it, and rolled twice along the small slope, the old cigarette butt They saw Cheng Huailiang throw it out, and hurriedly ran over to help him up, but the demon soldier next to him drove away the old cigarette butt and them, and yelled gloomily at Cheng Huailiang: "Immediately, immediately, stand up for me, otherwise the whip will serve." With that, he waved the whip in his hand.

Cheng Huailiang shook his head a little drowsy, his hands should have broken skin, hot, his knees should have won the bid, the pain was terrible, his whole body was soft, Cheng Huailiang really wanted to lie on the ground and didn't want to get up, it was too damn offended, although these are not difficult challenges, but when did our Cheng Ergongzi suffer such hardships, in later generations, in the Tang Dynasty, I have never had such an experience, I just saw it on TV, but the one on TV is much more ruthless.

Seeing that Cheng Huailiang was still in a daze, the soldier directly turned a deaf ear to his words, and flew over with a whip and hit Cheng Huailiang's arm.

"Whew!" Cheng Huailiang rubbed his arm and jumped up immediately, it was so fucking painful, it must be green.

Cheng Huailiang looked at this soldier viciously, and the soldier also looked at him viciously, and kept saying in his mouth: "What? Defy? Hit me! ”

After saying that, he waved the leather whip in his hand viciously in the air, Cheng Huailiang gritted his teeth, turned around and followed the old cigarette butts, too lazy to talk to this ruffian, too rude, too unqualified, not a gentleman at all, you know how to do it all day long, brother doesn't care about you.

Cheng Huailiang kept masturbating and said, he really didn't dare to fight back, that was Zhang Tong sent to supervise himself, he really beat him, Zhang Tong wanted to use military law to clean him up, Cheng couldn't help it, and besides, people are also good for you, at least others stand on the moral high ground.

After being whipped, Cheng Huailiang felt as if his whole body was full of strength again, but after walking for less than half an hour, he was whipped again, because he was too far behind, and it was another whip in less than half an hour, anyway, there were always various reasons to urge Cheng Huailiang to speed up his pace.

Cheng Huailiang didn't remember how many whips he had received in the afternoon, anyway, there was nothing in his body that didn't hurt, and he didn't know how he persevered, but the fierce soldier was also quite skilled, and he beat him so many whips, but it was just red, no broken skin, no swelling, just pain.

In the end, Cheng Huailiang didn't know how he insisted on camping until the night, and followed the army mechanically, when he heard the herald say that he could camp in the village, as if he heard the sounds of heaven, he lay directly on the ground, gasping for breath, and his head was a mess.

The fierce soldier didn't bother Cheng Huailiang at this time, he knew that Cheng Huailiang's physical strength had basically reached the bottom line, and he couldn't rush anymore, otherwise the gains would outweigh the losses. He glanced at Cheng Huailiang and quietly left.

Cheng Huailiang didn't care what others saw, and fell asleep after a while.