I'm a pirate at the end of Ming Dynasty

Chop, stab, chop, stab.

I don't know how long this monotonous movement lasted. Anyway, half an hour ago Zheng Zhipeng felt that he was going to be trained to death and that he would not be able to hold on any longer, but now he is still holding on.

I thought to myself: "I am a general, the leader of this gang of righteous followers. I can't be defeated by anyone. If I collapse, I will be looked down upon by others. After being looked down upon by others, I will not be able to lead the team. Without a team, I will only live in this life." If I can be a dandy, then what the hell am I doing here in this time travel? I want to do big things! Do big things!! A mere injury is nothing, come on!"

While practicing, he secretly sang in his heart that men should strive for self-improvement to cheer himself up.

As he practiced, Zheng Zhipeng's nerves were reaching their limit, and he couldn't help but sing the song, over and over again. At first, he hummed it by himself, and gradually, some people even learned to sing along, and in the end, everyone learned to sing along. Yi Cong hummed along regardless of whether he knew it or not. The effect of singing in unison was extremely poor, it was messy and unpleasant, but it didn't feel like a hormonal explosion.

After all, this song "A Man Should Be Strong" uses a selection of tunes from the General's Order, and the lyrics are quite similar to the vernacular of the late Ming Dynasty, which is not too inconsistent. When the sun rises, the afterglow shines on them, and it seems that The opening theme of Once Upon a Time is the same.

I don’t know how long it took for Zheng Zhibao to finally shout stop. Zheng Zhipeng reluctantly listened to the last words of Zheng Zhibao’s training, and then he lay down on the ground. Because he was sweating profusely, there was still a mark on the ground when he lay on the ground. Every muscle in his body seemed to be in rebellion, twitching constantly.

This kind of exercise is no longer fitness, but harmful to the body.

Zheng Zhibao quickly pushed away everyone and ran over, tearing off his pants in front of the big guy. They were all men anyway, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

I saw that the wound on my thigh had indeed opened and started to bleed. A huge blood circle was hidden in the white gauze and showed through. The underpants were also dyed red. Then I tore the gauze open and blood mixed with sweat flowed down the stream. , the knife wound was ferocious and turned outward, so scary.

"Well done, fourth brother. Let me bandage it again for you."

After saying that, Zheng Zhibao actually took the gauze and bandaged it for Zheng Zhipeng himself, and then took the opportunity to put it in his ear and said: "Just make a sample. You are already doing very well. You don't need to practice anymore. If you really can practice, It's injured, your leg will never recover."

Zheng Zhipeng naturally nodded in agreement, endured bouts of confusion and exhaustion, struggled to stand up with Zheng Zhibao's help, and said loudly: "I'm hungry, third brother, let's start dinner."

Zheng Zhibao was stunned for a moment, and then immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "Of course it's dinner now, come here, serve the food!"

Then he secretly whispered to Zheng Zhipeng: "Do you want to eat with them?"

"Wu Qi is a general, and he has the same food and clothing as the lowest-ranking soldiers. I have no experience, and I have a lot of bad reputation before. Only in this way can I quickly regain the morale of the army. Besides, it's just this meal in the morning. I'm not greedy for this. .”

"Okay, the fourth brother is indeed not a thing in the pond, but remember, the way to be a general is wisdom, trust, benevolence, bravery and strictness. One is indispensable. A lenient one will damage your dignity."

"Don't worry, third brother, I know what's going on."

While they were talking, breakfast had already been served, and seven or eight people filed in, carrying a large wooden bucket like a water tank on a wooden stick like a sedan. After a while, three of them were placed neatly in the yard.

As soon as the lid was opened, there was a bucket full of steamed buns, a bucket of pickles, and a bucket of braised pork. The smell of meat wafted over, and the sounds of rumbling stomachs came one after another, like an ensemble.

You must know that although pork is cheap, it is still compared to mutton. This full bucket is clearly a sign of satiety. I don’t think it is worth two or thirty taels of silver. If you make so much money for just one breakfast, I am afraid that this food will have to be eaten. God damn it, only a wealthy family like the Zheng family can raise an army like this.

Of course, it may also be because today is the first day of training and the food standard has been increased.

Zheng Zhibao saw that Zheng Zhipeng had already eaten, so naturally he couldn't eat alone anymore, so he also took a steamed bun, put two pieces of meat in the bowl, and ate it in big mouthfuls, because he had just finished exercising and his appetite was pretty good. .

Zheng Zhihu, who had been watching them, also smiled and picked up a pair of chopsticks, went over to eat, and while eating, he praised Zheng Zhipeng, and chatted with this group of people from all over the world without any airs. When she got up, Zheng Zhiyan, who had just turned on the small stove in her room and finished eating, was not embarrassed to hold out her full and round belly, so she reluctantly picked up a steamed bun that looked a little smaller and started to nibble on it.

After a while, the four brothers of the Zheng family started chatting with these followers. Although Zheng Zhibao was meticulous in training and seemed to be very fierce and stern, he had no airs at all when he was resting. He opened his mouth and made dirty jokes. Staying on the third path, the effect was surprisingly good, and he quickly became involved with the new followers. Zheng Zhipeng watched and learned silently, feeling that the benefits were endless.

But I don’t know who was behind, and suddenly asked Zheng Zhipeng to teach them the song that morning. Zheng Zhihu was also very interested in this and started to make noises.

So, after dinner, when Zheng Zhipeng went back to his room to read a book, he heard a chorus that kept playing outside. It was so unpleasant that it was so unpleasant, but he couldn't help but beat the time lightly and hum along.

"Facing the waves with arrogance, my blood is like the red sun, my courage is like iron and my bones are like fine steel! I have a huge mind and a far-sighted vision. I will work hard to be a good man~"

After singing, Zheng Zhipeng endured his exhaustion and sleepiness, opened the Wu Jing Zong Yao, and began to study it carefully.

Good men should strengthen themselves.