Screaming was inevitable, of course, but each scream was met with more severe beatings and Captain George's insults, "Keep yelling, you stupid pig, scream louder!"

The whip in Captain George's hand never stopped from the beginning to the fourth lap, and the beaten recruits would chase after the group after screaming in pain, and then not far before falling again, followed by another whip. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After five laps, more than 20 people have been beaten, and some people even can't bear it and fall to the ground.

"Payne, I can't hold on, I'm probably going to fall behind. By lap six, Roy felt like his legs had been filled with lead, and the more he ran, the heavier his legs became, and now he couldn't hold them anymore.

"Hold on, Roy, and think about what I told you earlier. Payne said.

"No," Roy said, with a desperate look on his face, "I can't remember anything in my head. ”

"Then think of Connie," Penn encouraged, "and Connie is warming you in the comfort of her bed, and if you fall behind, then her bed will always be someone else, not you, Roy." ”

When Roy heard this, it was like a chicken blood, and the whole person suddenly changed, and the already stumbling pace regained its frequency, and followed closely behind the team. - Connie is better than a whip, Payne thought.

"Elevate your legs a little higher, you are about to face a battlefield where you can die at any moment, and if you trip, your dog's life will come to an end...... Give me a little higher!"

Captain George's shouts never stopped from the beginning of the run, and he kept correcting the recruits' movements and telling everyone about some mistakes that could lead to death in the form of whips.

Of course, not everyone listened, and they cared more about not being beaten than the captain's advice.

After ten laps, the captain finally stopped the team, and he looked at the panting recruits with a very bad face. Especially look at those who have fallen behind.

"Do you know why the first part of the training camp is physical training?" the captain's eyes quickly swept over everyone, and he continued, "Nobody knows? ”

The crowd suddenly exploded, and regardless of whether it was reliable or not, more than a dozen answers appeared one after another.

However, the captain obviously didn't let them go, and sneered, "It's late, I hope that after these ten laps, you can give me a satisfactory answer." ”

For the next ten laps, Payne didn't know how he got over, his legs were shaking uncontrollably, his chest was on fire, and his lungs felt like they were being torn apart, as if they could explode at any moment.

The others were no better than him, and some even fell to the ground and fainted after the run.

The sudden amount of activity made it difficult for many people to adapt, and they wondered if they would die on the training ground before going to war.

However, they soon found out that this time the captain's question was completely different from the last time, and the recruits who had already thought of the answer were all stunned, and at this moment, they ushered in the third ten laps.

Payne had thought he would get two lashes this time, but then he noticed that his body was starting to get used to it. - He thought that maybe it was a sign that he had broken through his limits, or maybe it was a sign that his control was working, but Payne was more inclined to the former, and he felt that he didn't feel a fart except that he was tired.

When he looked at Roy again, Payne found that the other party still had a constipated expression on his face, completely supported by perseverance and faith.

And just like that, after the next ten laps, Payne felt that his body seemed to be fully adapted, and that's when he felt something, and the control seemed to work.

It's like the first lap, breathing smoothly, keeping your legs at a certain level, and even instilling in Roy along the way.

But it was useless, and Roy eventually collapsed with both eyes rolled up. -- Fortunately, those who fell to the ground no longer need to eat whips.

It didn't take long for Roy to get back on his feet, and it seemed like nothing was too big.

In fact, Roy had done a good job, and when he fell, there were only thirty or so people left in the whole team who were still holding on. By the time the ten laps had come down, there were less than twenty people left.

Captain George looked at the dozen or so recruits in front of him, and finally a smile appeared on his face, "Very good, your batch of recruits is a little stronger than the previous batch, but only one person is stronger." Right now... , you can go to lunch, remember to eat more, there will be you in the afternoon. ”

After Payne and the others left the training ground, Captain George's face was once again gloomy, "You idiots can continue to stand there, but don't think about lunch and dinner. ”

As soon as they heard that there were no more than two meals, the rest of them immediately moved, but their pace was slow, and it was clear that they were completely supported by their consciousness.

......

Payne didn't have any affection for the food, but the consequences of not eating enough could be severe, and he struggled to swallow two one-pound breads and three bowls of porridge as he watched the recruits gobble up the rooks beside him.

This startled him himself, and since he felt in control, he noticed that the amount of food had increased significantly. However, correspondingly, the intensity of the daily training he customized for himself has also increased, and the number of swings in each period has increased from the original 300 to 400.

Payne pondered it himself at night, and later he found out that it had something to do with the amount of exercise he had.

Now the number of swings of the sword is more than three times that of the previous one, and the physical energy consumed is naturally replenished by food, so it is understandable that the amount of food has increased significantly. -- This should not have anything to do with control.

The dozen or so people who first completed the training task had no food limit, but the food was fixed, and the later ones only had a bowl of wheat porridge... Or half a loaf of bread. - It seems that rumors are rumors after all, and if they are less, they will not starve to death, Penn thought.

After lunch, Payne turned down the invitation of the so-called elite small team and returned to the training ground alone to begin the daily training he had set for himself.

The afternoon camp was a ten-pound weight run, which didn't put too much of a burden on Payne, who had already acclimatized, and by dinner time, he was the first and only one to enjoy dinner.

Payne didn't notice that Captain George had already made a subtle change in the way he looked into his eyes.

In the five years that Captain George has been coaching the boot camp, it's not uncommon for a brilliant recruit like Payne, but he can do it to this extent...... You can count it on one hand. And among these people, they have undoubtedly become the pride of the Eighth Mercenary Battalion in the South.

Some of them entered the Southern Mercenary Regiment and held important positions, some became knights of a noble, and some even became officers in the King's army.

Captain George also saw an immeasurable future in Payne. ――He thought that if he could train another excellent mercenary, he might be qualified to join the mercenary group.