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Fang Yun in the team was like a fish in water, perfect like a veteran who had been trained for decades, so much so that when he got to the back, the team of the team even let Fang Yun stand at the front and let everyone learn from him.

Zhang Jing'an felt that he was particularly dazzling.

After the military formation drill, the captain announced that Fang Yun would become the leader of the whole team in the future, and in the array competition of the 100 teams of the whole guard tomorrow, if Fang Yun can lead the team into the top ten, he will be promoted to the head of Fang Yun.

As soon as these words came out, many veterans were extremely envious, but they also knew that Fang Yun was Hanlin, so they didn't dare to say anything, only a few people were still secretly angry, and they continued to attack Fang Yun in private.

When lunch time came, everyone walked quickly to the dining room, for fear that the delicious food would be eaten.

Zhang Jing'an hurriedly stood up, his whole body ached, and he walked slowly and hard, with every step, there was pain all over his body, especially his crotch, as if there was a knife cutting all the time.

Zhang Jing'an looked at Fang Yun with a pleading gaze, but all he saw was a tall back.

The back never turned.

Zhang Jing'an gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and lowered his head slightly.

"Sure enough, you will still abandon me as you did back then! This kind of father, don't recognize it! Even without you, I can live a better life! I will definitely surpass you! I must let my grandfather restore his literary name! I must lead the Pearl River Army to stand at the head of the city of the Two Realms Mountain! I, Zhang Jing'an, must become a hero like my grandfather! All those who say that grandpa is a rebel will kneel in front of grandpa's grave and confess their guilt!"

Under the scorching sun at noon, Zhang Jing'an slowly moved forward, his eyes full of determination.

While eating lunch, Zhang Jing'an's hands were shaking all the time.

Zhang Jing'an ate all his lunch seriously, although his lunch was only half of that of an ordinary elite soldier, it was enough for an eleven-year-old child, but for a child who was tired all morning. But it's not enough.

Zhang Jing'an felt that he was not full.

After the lunch break, the men of the other battalions of Jing Xiwei either changed their guards or rested, but the soldiers of the first, second, and third battalions still had to continue their training.

As in the morning, everyone ran for half an hour, boiled their bodies for half an hour, practiced weapons for half an hour, and practiced military formations for half an hour.

Under such high-intensity practice, all the elite soldiers are very strong and can kill the demon people in a one-on-one situation. Even in the face of powerful demon soldiers, as long as there is the blessing of Zhuang Xing Poem, there is a chance to win in a one-on-one situation.

All the people in the third battalion completed the training, except for Zhang Jing'an.

Zhang Jing'an ran for half an hour and ran out of physical strength, and when he was boiling up his body in the second part, he temporarily gave up the plum blossom pile and practiced the stone lock, but he couldn't make the basic stone lock action at all, and could only keep lifting and falling and lifting and falling.

When practicing a spear. He was weak the whole time, as if his bones had been sucked away.

When it was time to train the army, he finally couldn't support it anymore and passed out.

The military doctor arrived. Take Zhang Jing'an away.

At night, Zhang Jing'an slowly opened his eyes, as if a voice was coming from the sky, and it took a while to realize that the sound was very close. Realizing that he was lying in the barracks, the soldiers in the same room were talking.

"Look at this son of the reverse seed, it's just like a waste! What a majestic and dignified hereditary marquis back then, but now? Let a child who has not grown up in the army come to the army, and if he has a qualification after two days of casual training, he can be quickly promoted!"

"That rebel Hanlin thought so lightly, thinking that if he came to the army to hone his skills, he would be able to clear his suspicion?

"General Jin Wei didn't want to see them at all, but they were cheeky and stayed in the camp, ridiculous!"

"The grandfather is the reverse seed, and the one who is the grandson is not as good as the reverse seed. I was obviously nothing, but I still recklessly trained with us, and then pretended to be unconscious to avoid the night's labor. It's a pity that the army has military rules, and his rebel father has become a scapegoat, and he has to clean up the barracks with those lowly handymen. ”

"The Zhang family has three generations, and it is really not as good as one generation. Back then, I admired Zhang Wankong very much, but now I think about it, I'm really ashamed, how can I worship that kind of old miscellaneous ...... of the reverse seed."

Zhang Jing'an sat up suddenly, his eyes were red, and he shouted angrily: "Don't slander my grandfather! My grandfather is not a rebel, my grandfather is a big hero who fought in the Two Realms Mountain!"

The barracks immediately fell silent, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

A soldier sneered, "Can't pretend anymore?"

Zhang Jing'an looked at the soldier angrily, and then felt extremely painful pain in all parts of his body, and he could fall into a coma again at any time.

He took a deep breath and struggled out of bed, slowly walking out one step at a time.

A kind soldier sighed and said, "I think you should stay in the barracks to recuperate." ”

Zhang Jing'an didn't speak, pushed open the door, and walked out of the barracks.

Zhang Jing'an glanced up at the starry sky, walked out step by step, inquired when he met a handyman, and soon came to a school field.

The huge school yard is very empty, and there are only two people cleaning, among whom is Fang Yun.

Fang Yun looked at Zhang Jing'an and continued to bow his head to clean the venue.

Fang Yun's two divine thoughts formed by his heart and soul were all reading in the world of strange books, and this simple job of cleaning would not distract him at all.

Zhang Jing'an took a deep breath and said loudly: "Give me the broom, and I'll clean it." ”

"Go back and rest!" Fang Yun replied unceremoniously.

"Even if you do it for me, I won't recognize you!" Zhang Jing'an said.

"Get out!" Fang Yun shouted violently, and the talent and heaven and earth vitality rolled like a stream, knocking Zhang Jing'an backwards.

Zhang Jing'an looked at Fang Yun angrily, and after a long time, he slowly turned around and left the school.

Late at night, Fang Yun returned to the barracks, and everyone had already fallen asleep, grinding their teeth, snoring, talking in their dreams, and so on.

Fang Yun's gaze swept over the clinical Zhang Jing'an, and the starlight outside the window fell on the child's face, shining on the tear stains on his face.

Fang Yunwai released the medical book, and white light enveloped Zhang Jing's body, healing all his wounds.

Afterwards, Fang Yun closed his eyes and lay on the bed and continued to practice, not falling asleep until dawn.

Time passed day by day.

Every day, Fang Yun's father and son will follow the three battalions to train together, but Zhang Jing'an is only an eleven-year-old child after all, he can't withstand such a high-intensity training at all, he can't complete the training every day, and finally he will faint from exhaustion, if it weren't for Fang Yun's medical book, his body would accumulate incurable injuries.

In the face of failure, Fang Yun's indifference, and the ridicule of Jing Xiwei's soldiers, Zhang Jing'an has been persevering.

On the 10th day of September, the 3rd Battalion and the other 4 battalions, totaling 2,500 men, went out for a drill, and the whole process lasted two days, with one night to spend in the field.

From early in the morning, the whole detachment had been marching rapidly, from smooth roads to meadows, to river areas, to swampy hills, and finally to a stop in the dense forests and mountains.

At the same time that the camp school Xu Cang announced that he would set up camp, Zhang Jing'an, who was covered in sweat, finally couldn't hold on, his body was crooked, and he fell to the ground.

"I'm not a soldier anymore, I'm not a general, I'm ...... I can't hold on......"

Fang Yun walked over quickly, and after a closer look, Zhang Jing'an was already unconscious, but there were two crystal tears on his face.

The corners of Fang Yun's mouth curved into a slight arc.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )