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Seven days, if the usual boring beard will only feel that the days pass so quickly? .

A bunch of bearded men wore these special clothes and pants to cry and cry for their fathers and mothers every day, and then did 300 push-ups, and then started the fighting sparring with a hum.

Then each person had a wooden stick, and a cotton ball stained with ink was tied to the front to play assassination sparring.

Of course, that's not all! After the assassination practice, Tu Qianjun still instructed the bearded men in shooting training. Ten rounds per person, and the target is a circle drawn on the wall with a brush.

After the bullet was fired, all the people began to climb the high wall in the stockade, crawl under the iron nails and wooden chips, and stabbed each other in small groups......

Then, before the meal, they shouted a small tune of mountain songs in their throats, and after eating, they all went back to sleep on the kang.

And those who run backward from the mountain have to help everyone wash their pants, and those who practice fighting in small teams and lose the assassination have to prepare tomorrow's meals for everyone......

After such a toss, the beard felt as if his body was about to fall apart, but it couldn't fall apart.

The amount of food eaten every day is constantly increasing, and the food and ammunition that were originally "received" from the village are also constantly decreasing. But strangely, these things should have been worrying, but no one would bring them up at this time.

To put it mildly, the reasons are not complicated. First of all, a bunch of training has the beards half to death, and I really don't have the heart to think about these problems, and the second is that the beards have suddenly had more blind trust in their own shopkeepers through these trainings!

Whether it is marksmanship, handlebar, running mountain, over the wall...... This young shopkeeper has compared them to them, and he is much better than them in any point!

This made the beards suddenly feel that there seemed to be nothing that could not be solved by their own shopkeepers.

Leave it all to the young shopkeeper to solve! Let's just practice the things that the shopkeeper gives us to practice! The rest of the sensei are worried.

And a cloud and God, these two are completely old-fashioned. After training again and again, these two people have been able to persevere, and often take the initiative to practice by themselves after Tu Qianjun's training.

Especially the style, the two of them who have been taught by Tu Qianjun will go to the back mountain to practice for a while after training every day, which also makes Tu Qianjun look down on these two people.

And after Tu Qianjun's observation of them, it was confirmed that these people were loyal to their father, and even a few people could not only be described by loyalty, they could be said to worship their father who had never met to the core!

Every time Tu Sancang is mentioned, a few people, and even most of the beards in the cottage are like being beaten with chicken blood, and they are excited!

It's not that Tu Sanpao helped someone and the old man to find Langzhong to save his life in the snowy day, or someone who was bullied by the local tyrant to help him get out, or someone who was injured when he smashed the kiln somewhere......

And the performance of these people is even more that they can't sleep with the pants of the old man Tu Qianjun has never met, Tu Qianjun even suspects that someone must say something in front of them: Tu Sancang should be killed, these guys can eat that person on the spot.

Only then did Tu Qianjun know what kind of influence his cheap dad had in this cottage! With these, Tu Qianjun began to train the selected top soldiers with confidence.

In fact, the Elite does not have much more content than other training. Tu Qianjun only taught some of the techniques of one-hit killing to these top soldiers, and took them to practice lurking, night attack, infiltrating assassination, and dealing with sudden attack reactions.

On this day, when the training was over, the Howling Mountain Tiger suddenly stopped Tu Qianjun, pulled him to a remote place, and honestly confessed to the young shopkeeper.

"Junzi, there is not much food on our mountain." The Whistling Mountain Tiger looked a little hesitant, "We smashed the Hujia Fort some time ago, and now the officers and soldiers are holding it strictly, and the brothers under the mountain are not good at going up the mountain, so ......"

Tu Qianjun frowned, he had actually thought of this question a long time ago! It was the Hujiabao that Ertou Mountain smashed last time, and there were three spray canisters that didn't dare to hang the red flag! I just know that I don't dare to mess around with my own strength!

The red kiln that can hang the red flag is definitely first-class in strength! Generally, hundreds of people can't be blamed at all! If you can't smash it, the sign on the hill will be considered blind!