"Bu Ji, you, you run first, don't worry about me, we will both be punished if you do this, it's better to earn my share back."

Cao'er panted and said to Bu Ji beside her, Bu Ji has been following her to take care of her because he is worried that she will not be able to bear it, and he has fallen behind a lot at this time, except for a few sick scholars behind him, no one is slower than them.

Bu Ji has never been a hesitant person, he knows that Cao'er is right, so after glancing at Cao'er, he decisively began to speed up.

Perennial knife practice makes his physical fitness very abundant, a few years ago, due to the nutrition can not keep up, the physical development is not too good, there is a feeling of leanness, this time in Wei Feng's feeding, the body has a little flesh, but after all, the time is too short, I am afraid it is not easy to run down with the students of the military department, but it is still very easy to catch up with most of the scholars.

Time was spent in the students' suffocating running, most of the students from the military department were "rewarded" by Zhao Daxin, except for a small number of people who were fortunate enough to get weight clothes, most of them were only rewarded for the number of laps, and the children of the family were not too much.

Only the students in the imperial examination are in a normal situation, most of them do not set any additional requirements, and a small number of additional exercises are only one or two rounds.

A circle around the training ground is about 300 zhang, and about 10 kilometers around the training ground, and the ground of the training ground is not a smooth stone road, which is about 10 kilometers off-road.

The physical fitness of the students here is generally stronger than the students Wei Feng has seen in his previous life, and it should be possible to complete it without a time limit.

Sure enough, after everyone finished running a lap, Zhao Daxin took a long whip from the weapon rack and held it in his hand, walked to the venue with a bright smile, and yelled at the students with bad intentions: "Run faster for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will remember the time of each of you, as long as the time is higher than the first lap in the future, Lao Tzu will reward him with a whip for every ten more breaths." ”

As he spoke, he also danced a whip in the air, which scared many students into a tremble, and their feet were suddenly three points faster.

It's really ruthless, Wei Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, most people were in the best state in the first lap, and the results they ran out were relatively highest, and many people wore weights at the beginning of the second lap, and it was not easy to catch up with the lap time of the first lap.

Whipping is both a physical punishment and a psychological offensive, no one wants to be whipped, let alone in front of all his classmates, and he has no doubt that some students will be pressured to overdraw themselves in the second lap, or even make it through the second lap.

Sure enough, as he expected, just when Wei Feng was about to finish the seventh lap, the last few sick scholars-like scholars were already wheezing like bellows, out of breath, and their feet were floating when they ran, and they looked like they were about to fall down at any time.

Finally, the last student fell to the ground with a "poof" just over the halfway point of the second lap and fell into a coma.

"Waste." Zhao Daxin scolded in a low voice that only he could hear, and immediately raised his body and rushed to this person's side, waved the long whip in his hand, rolled up the fallen student, and threw it in the direction of the locker room.

The unconscious student was thrown high by him, arcing through the air, and was caught by a figure when he was about to land, but at some point several instructors were already waiting on the sidelines, one of them caught the candidate, stripped naked a few times and threw it into a medicine pool at the back of the locker room.

This is a recovery potion prepared by the Academy, not used for body refining, the main effect is to help quickly recover from injuries and strengthen the physical body.

It seemed that the first person to fall to the ground blew some horn, and those who fell to the back one after another couldn't hold on to the ground, and Zhao Daxin also threw them out of the field in the same way, and then was caught by other mentors and thrown into the medicine pool, until one of them was somebody, and his long whip was thrown on the person's back without hesitation.

"Smack."

The whip sound was crisp, and the skin on the back of the person who was only beaten was open.

And the man who fell to the ground suddenly suffered pain, and suddenly bounced up from the ground, but he could not fully bounce up, and his physical strength could not keep up and he staggered to the ground, curled up on the ground because of the sharp pain in his back, and cried out in pain.

Zhao Daxin only said to him coldly: "Pretend to be unconscious, you won't use it tomorrow, Zhige Academy is not a bad breed to enter, now get out of here." ”

The student gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, his face pale and his back blurred with flesh and blood, but he finally left with his head bowed without opening his mouth to argue.

"Smack."

Another whip woke everyone up from the shock just now, followed by Zhao Daxin's iconic loud voice: "Your kid runs four breaths slower than the first lap, and you will be rewarded with a whip." ”

Only then did the students react, and one by one, their feet fell a little faster, and only when the whip fell on the classmates could they really realize that the instructor was really beaten.

However, this whip was not as hard as before, but it left a red and swollen whip mark on the student's arm, which made him grin in pain for a while.

After that, there were only a few sounds on the field, the heavy footsteps and wheezing of the students, the sound of the exhausted falling unconscious, and the shouts of Zhao Daxin's whip.

The number of remaining students on the field is gradually decreasing, but none of the students in the military department have been eliminated, and some of them would rather fight for a few lashes, but also control their breathing as much as possible, so as not to let themselves faint because their breath cannot keep up.

As time goes by, more and more people feel that they are gradually unable to keep up, although they have the experience of the person who just left the scene, and they also know that the training is for themselves, but under the devastation of this fatigue, they still have the heart to faint and pull down, and end the torture.

It wasn't until the instructor on the sidelines sent a student back into the field that everyone took the time to take a look and vaguely remember that it was one of the first to fall unconscious.

Zhao Daxin said to the man, but the voice seemed to ring in everyone's ears: "Return to the team and continue to run, I will continue to throw you out when I am unconscious, come back when I wake up, and the training will not end if I don't run ten laps today." ”

Want to cry without tears, this is the only thought in the hearts of many candidates at this time, it turns out that fainting is not the end, these ten laps must be completed no matter what, so what do you think, let's run with a dull head.

But despite this, the number of people in the field is still decreasing, and they are basically really unable to hold on, especially under the psychological and physiological double pressure created by Zhao Daxin, it is easier to overdraft in advance.

When Wei Feng finished the nineteenth lap, there were less than half of the remaining people in the field, and the attrition of the female students was better than that of the male students.

When Wei Feng finished the twenty-third lap, his brain was already a little drowsy, Rao was also a little struggling with his physical fitness, and at the beginning of the twenty-fourth lap, he ate Zhao Daxin's whip for the first time, and two-thirds of them had already withdrawn at this time.

This whip is heavier than whipping other students, Zhao Daxin's strength is determined according to his personal physique, although Wei Feng can definitely resist it, but the pain is definitely more intense than everyone else's.

The sharp pain in his big arm made him a little more sober and he was barely able to pick up his pace, but it was hard to get to where he was in the first few laps.

On the twenty-sixth lap, several whip marks on one arm were very eye-catching, his steps were no longer so steady, the size of his stride was no longer accurate, and his strength was not so controlled.

On lap 29, he didn't have much thinking ability left, and he didn't have any extra energy to pay attention to other students, just gritted his teeth and let himself persevere, so he didn't notice that less than a tenth of the students in the field were still persevering.

If he was still sober, he would find that many people were moving their feet with difficulty, and the speed was not comparable to the beginning, but Zhao Daxin did not swing the whip again, and even if he remembered the specific time of each student, he would find that Zhao Daxin's whip was not executed according to the rules he said.

But he was not so awake, and the fatigue of his body would cause his brain to be drowsy, unless the cultivator could forcibly sober himself up with the help of Yuan Force, but the people present were all ordinary people, and the only cultivator had dispersed all of his Yuan Force.

When Wei Feng was running the thirtieth lap, most of the remaining students were on the ninth or tenth lap, indicating that Zhao Daxin's estimate of everyone was still very accurate, but one person completed the task, not someone else, it was Pei Hansheng.

But his footsteps did not stop, although his eyes were bloodshot and his eyes were black, although his steps were vain and his breath was disordered, and he even struggled to say a word, but he glanced at Wei Feng's figure that was still running, and started his nineteenth lap without saying a word.

When he finished the thirtieth lap, Wei Feng himself was a little sluggish due to his mental trance, and he hadn't reacted yet, but the dog who had been following behind him reminded him in time: "Woo~"

Wei Feng heard the barking of the dog, looked at its lively appearance, just as it was provoking and showing off, he rolled his eyes reluctantly, and gasped: "Okay, good you dog, you, you mock me, today, I must let you see and understand, the strength of the little prince of my happiness road No. 1 Middle School, you, you wait." ”

Canggou blinked innocently, I'm not, I don't, you talk nonsense, but Wei Feng has run away, and it can only run.

Wei Feng's eyes were also black and white for a while at this time, he almost didn't turn over the white eyes just now, and there were only two thoughts left in his heart, first, Zhao Daxin still has some ability, and I am really accurate, second, but this old boy underestimated my determination to gather wool.

The strong smell of medicine on the returning student confirmed his conjecture, the school palace does have a medicine pool to prepare, and this medicine pool must be the more fully exercised, the better.

And he is not completely exhausted now, he will go to soak at this time, isn't that cheap Xuegong, this kind of thing is wool, you can get ten roots, not only nine and a half, today, either I Wei someone ran to die here, or the sheep of the Xuegong were bald! ——

It's five thousand and five again, so it's half a chapter, okay?

(End of chapter)