The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1468 The role of reading (4)

In the barracks of a group of adult men, such a cute little boy suddenly appeared, arousing the sympathy of many rough men.

"Brother Xu, let's forget it. This kid can be trained in the military camp, so he is considered to have eggs. Our human race is short of such children!"

"Yes, Xu Yingxiao, just punish him by running two more laps every day. The half-grown boy is growing up, so don't deduct food."

"Look at this child, how pitiful he is. It reminds me of my son. Alas..."

Many people helped Zhang Jing'an to intercede, and Zhang Jing'an felt warm in his heart.

"In the military camp, there are no exceptions to the orders and prohibitions! Shut your stinking mouths and go back and recuperate! I just begged for mercy. Come to the school field after dinner and run twenty laps. If you can't do it twice tomorrow!" Xu Cang was not polite! , just glanced at Fang Yun inadvertently before speaking.

Everyone sighed, gradually dispersed, and continued to exercise.

Zhang Jing'an's face was black and blue. He held back his anger and grievance, climbed up the first wooden stake, and continued jumping.

Ten breaths later, a loud shout was heard. Zhang Jing'an fell to the ground because he was distracted. This time he was prepared, but he just dropped the wooden stake and was not injured.

"Go on! Don't be lazy there! I'm going to practice stone locks!" Fang Yun said coldly and left.

"Yes, Wu Zhang!" Zhang Jing'an replied loudly, his voice full of anger.

Fang Yun walked towards the place where he was practicing stone locks. There were small and large stone locks, the smallest was ten kilograms and the largest was over five hundred kilograms. However, generally no one would use those over two hundred kilograms. It was not that they couldn’t be lifted, but that they were too harmful to the body and not suitable for long-term use. practise.

The prerequisite for exercising is that the body will not suffer damage that is difficult to recover from.

Nourished by vitality, the literary world and Shengyuan mainlanders are relatively strong, but without Zhuangxingshi, only a very small number of soldiers can dance a stone lock weighing more than two hundred kilograms.

Some people practicing stone locks slowed down and looked at the approaching Fang Yun, and a few even put down their stone locks.

Suddenly someone sneered: "Isn't this the famous reverse species Hanlin? Why, are you here to spy on the human race's military situation?"

"What are you looking at? How many people have died because of you rebellious people?" A tall and round man wanted to rush over, but was stopped by other soldiers.

Fang Yun, as if he had not heard anything, walked to two 500-pound stone locks, picked up one in each hand, and then began to practice the stone locks, such as forward throwing, reverse throwing, back throwing, hand catching, finger throwing, shoulder catching and so on. techniques.

Fang Yun had read these stone lock training techniques from books. He had only practiced them occasionally before, and had not practiced them for a long time, so he was a little rusty.

Everyone was dumbfounded as they watched the huge stone lock being thrown by Fang Luck, flying in the air as if alive, whistling in the wind, and the person who wanted to play Fang Luck before felt his legs become weak.

"No wonder the name is Zhang Longxiang, it turns out he is born with divine power!"

"I've heard before that this man is indeed stronger than others, but I didn't expect him to be this strong. After ten years in prison, he can still play with a five-hundred-pound stone lock. It's amazing!"

"It's a pity that he turned out to be the reverse species!"

"Be careful! Since he was released by King Chu, he is definitely not a traitor."

"Why should he be imprisoned for ten years if he is not a reverse breeder? He is not a reverse breeder. Where is his father?"

No matter what those people said, Fang Yun turned a deaf ear and focused on beating his body.

Fang Yun didn't feel anything at first, but as he continued to practice, he found that his whole body felt comfortable. Under the pressure of such a heavy stone lock, his body had been exercised extremely well. Although people are not as good as demons and barbarians, the stronger their bodies are, the more useful they are in battle. Even if this enhancement is only one or two percent, it may save lives at critical moments.

In the process of practicing stone locks, Fang Yun not only devoted himself to reading in Qishu Tiandi, but also occasionally glanced at Zhang Jing'an.

Zhang Jing'an became more and more miserable. He kept falling off the wooden piles, and even hit the wooden piles a few times. Many parts of his body were bruised and swollen, but he always gritted his teeth and persisted.

In less than a quarter of an hour, because the wound was too big, the military doctor finally gave him gold wound medicine and bandaged the wound with gauze.

After bandaging, Zhang Jing'an continued to walk the plum blossom pile.

Fang Yun looked at Zhang Jing'an's back and smiled.

Plum blossom pile looks easy, but in fact it is much more difficult than stone locks or other methods, because stone locks can be increased one by one from light to heavy, and plum blossom pile requires not only extremely high skills and experience, but also a strong body.

Zhang Jing'an is just a kid no matter what, and his steps are limited no matter how big he steps. The plum blossom pile is definitely the most difficult way for him to train his body.

Not long after, the gong sounded, and everyone in the third battalion gathered together, including Fang Yun and Zhang Jing'an.

Fang Yun and Zhang Jing'an were both ordinary spearmen. Each held a large spear. They stood in a row with other spearmen and practiced spear techniques together under the command of the captain.

Fang Yun had already practiced it and was very good at it. Not only that, he could also draw parallels during practice, which would help him to fight with each other.

But for Zhang Jing'an, a spear that is twice as tall as him is simply his nightmare. His hands are too small, their strength is too low, and their skin is too tender. They are completely unable to adapt to the heavy spear, and their hands are quickly worn out. It turned red, but he had no choice but to practice hard.

Not long after, Zhang Jing'an's whole body was soaked with sweat, his hands were numb, and he waved the spear awkwardly, which was very uncoordinated and eye-catching among the entire team.

After everyone practiced the gunmanship dozens of times, the scholar captain praised: "Zhang Longxiang's gunmanship is a model for our team. Everyone should learn from it. As for Zhang Jing'an, he needs more practice."

Zhang Jingan lowered his head in shame. He tried hard to perform well, but he was too tired. His steps were weak, sweating, and his whole body was weak. His spear fell out of his hand many times and he was scolded.

However, Zhang Jingan kept holding back and did not cry.

After practicing spearmanship, each team began to practice military formations, commanded by the battalion commander Xu Cang, who either played flags, used drums, or spoke loudly, or secretly transmitted messages to let the soldiers change formations, charge and retreat, disperse and gather, etc.

For the opponent, this was still a piece of cake. Even if he had not learned some parts, he could judge instantly based on the movements of the surrounding soldiers, and even react faster than many slower soldiers.

For Zhang Jingan, military formation drills were a bigger nightmare, because he knew nothing at all. When others went forward, he went backward, and when others went left, he went right. He was either knocked away or thrown away. Most of the time, he ran around chasing the large army alone.

He had been gritting his teeth and holding back, but when he saw the cold eyes of Fang Yun and Xu Cang, he finally couldn't help it, tears rolled down, and his eyes were hazy.

"Woo..." Zhang Jing'an cried while carrying a long spear that was twice as tall as him and running around in the team.

At this moment, Zhang Jing'an was as helpless as a puppy chased by a lion.

Except for Zhang Jing'an, the team of 500 people was in order. No one changed for Zhang Jing'an, and even if Zhang Jing'an was knocked down, no one helped him up.

This is the military camp.

At the last moment, Zhang Jing'an finally couldn't hold on and sat on the ground, without even the strength to stand up.

The dust and tears on the training ground mixed together, turning Zhang Jing'an into a clown face.

He sat on the ground blankly, watching the 500 elite soldiers constantly advancing and retreating, moving sideways, interlacing, and changing formations, and his heart was full of envy and shame.

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