After returning to the camp, Liu Feng was not as calm as Chen Da imagined, and he trembled in pain.

On the big couch in the handsome account, Liu Feng sat on the couch. There was a tray of sewage mixed with blood and mud under his feet, and two soldiers next to him lightly wiped the soles of Liu Feng's feet after cleaning.

Although it was already very light, the pain in the heart kept coming from the soles of the feet.

The sweat of the bean was constantly pouring out from his forehead, making Liu Feng's face blue and pale.

After a while, the two soldiers had completely cleaned the wounds under Liu Feng's feet, and one of the somewhat old soldiers whispered to Liu Feng: "It's time to apply medicine, please bear with the captain." ”

In fact, these two are not soldiers in the true sense of the word, but miscellaneous soldiers who do similar work as servants. It was also sent by Zhang Fei before and after Liu Fengchengjun. Helping the general with medicine or something, I have a lot of experience in this.

Liu Feng clearly knows this, the current ointment or something, there is absolutely no cool feeling when applied to it, but a hot pain.

When the soldiers finished cleaning their wounds, the pain under their feet decreased a lot in an instant, and Liu Feng also gained a lot of respite.

Liu Feng knew that he was not an iron man, and he was most afraid of pain in his life. After doing that seemingly impossible training, it was actually a belief that supported him.

Similarly, thinking that Ming Yu would continue to lead the soldiers to do that kind of training, reason told Liu Feng that he had to apply medicine today, and then apply those ointments that worked well, so that the wound would scar, and then sleep beautifully. in order to develop enough physical strength to meet the training of tomorrow.

After listening to the old soldier's words, Liu Feng took a few breaths, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's put it on." ”

When the old soldier heard this, he nodded to another younger soldier next to him, one of them carried Liu Feng's feet, and the other took out a black, foul-smelling ointment from the side and slowly applied it to Liu Feng's instep.

When the ointment was applied to the soles of his feet, Liu Feng was immediately shocked, his face immediately turned from white to red, and his body tensed up in an instant. Sweat that hadn't come out for a moment came out of his forehead again.

However, fortunately, these two soldiers have extremely rich experience in this area, and when they apply the ointment, they are fast and even, and they are quickly applied, and then they bandage Liu Feng easily, which is extremely neat.

But even so, when the soldiers had done all this, Liu Feng was already weak. The pain in the foot doesn't hurt anymore, it's numbness.

"Don't get out of bed within three days." After doing all this, the old soldier did not immediately retreat, but reminded softly.

"Ah, got it." Liu Feng said weakly, slowly lay down on the couch, and closed his eyes.

It's just that he smiled bitterly in his heart, let alone within three days, he won't be able to get out of bed in the next month, and he will have to experience such pain once a day.

However, for the army to practice courage, these pains are nothing. Although Liu Feng occasionally smiled bitterly in his heart, he did his own evil and could not live. But there are no complaints.

Bleeding and wounded. But you have to keep getting up.

Because no matter how painful it is, it's only been a month, and his road is still long. As long as you have an elite army, everything will be fine.

Seeing this, the two soldiers glanced at each other, took a few steps forward, and covered the quilt for Liu. He stepped back lightly.

In the handsome account, Deng Ai and Liu Feng were only separated by a screen.

When the two soldiers withdrew from inside, Deng Ai gently picked up the bamboo slip in his hand and looked at the line in the middle.

"This may be the first soldier, the pawn can use his life, and there is no fear in his heart, and he is stained with blood."

After pausing for a moment on this line, Deng Ai directed his gaze to the downward line. One of the four princes of the Warring States, Wei Wuji's essence of the art of war is not just this sentence.

In the next twenty-eight days, no matter whether it was windy or rainy, Liu Feng personally went into battle, and led his soldiers to practice the technique of spear assassination in the sharp stone formation.

The daily blood poured out made most of the school field exude a strong smell of blood, and the entire stone henge was also dyed dark red.

However, Liu Feng has never noticed this change. He only paid attention to the changes in the soldiers.

The rising sun has gradually climbed higher. The weather was fine and it was perfect for training.

In the school grounds, there were three hundred soldiers, and Liu Feng stood at the forefront with a spear in his hand. There was a scarecrow standing in front of them, including Liu Feng.

These scarecrows have been changed twenty-nine times in thirty days.

Liu Feng, who was standing at the forefront, did not look back, but he could clearly feel the changes in the soldiers around him. Physical changes are limited to the thickening of the soles of the feet.

But the spiritual changes are very different.

To put it simply, the eyes become more straightforward and the posture is more upright. Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, it is not afraid.

Almost empathetic, Liu Feng felt the changes in himself and his soldiers day by day.

That's right, a change in itself. This training sharpened not only the soldiers, but also Liu Feng himself. Just like now, Liu Feng stepped on the stone formation, and he didn't feel the slightest pain.

The skin on the soles of the feet is so thick that it is almost difficult to hurt with a sword.

Standing there, Liu Feng's chest did not deliberately stand up, and his eyes did not deliberately make a keen look. But it gives people the feeling that he is as tall as a sword and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle.

"Today, it's also about practicing the art of assassination. It was also the last time, stampede to train in the stone formation. At this point, Liu Feng paused for a moment, and then said, "Because I know that you are no longer afraid of the enemy's sword. In the same way, I have found you an enemy, a band of water thieves, about two hundred. Not to mention the expedition. ”

When Liu Feng said the word "expedition", the soldiers trembled, but it did not cause much emotional change.

It feels like just a surprise, a surprise. Didn't pay much attention to it.

"This is the result of the 30-day training." Feeling the mood fluctuations of the soldiers, Liu Feng smiled softly, and his heart was completely relieved.

Turning his head to Liu Feng a few steps behind, Chen Da, who was also standing in front of the soldiers, nodded.

"Rush, stab in the chest, kill." Seeing Chen Da nodding, Liu Feng turned his head and stared at the scarecrow in front of him. A loud roar erupted, and the whole person rushed forward like a sharp arrow, and then pierced the chest of the scarecrow in front of him.

Clean, like a battlefield veteran.

Not only Liu Feng, but also Chen Da, the soldiers moved with Liu Feng in unison.

"Rush, stab in the chest, kill."

In the loud roar, more than 300 scarecrows in the school yard were all pierced in an instant.

Not only that, but during the operation, the soldiers kept their eyes on the scarecrow, their eyes sharp, as if they were looking at an enemy soldier in leather armor.

It doesn't feel like training, it's killing.