The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1469 The role of reading (5)

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

Zhang Jing'an found him particularly dazzling.

After the military formation drill, the captain announced that Fang Yun would be the leader of the team in the future. In tomorrow's formation competition among 100 full-guard teams, if Fang Yun can lead the team into the top ten, then Fang Yun will be promoted to Shi Chang.

As soon as these words came out, many veterans were extremely envious, but they also knew that Fang Yun was a Hanlin and did not dare to say anything. Only a few people were still secretly angry and continued to privately attack Fang Yun for being a traitor.

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

Zhang Jing'an stood up in a hurry, his whole body was sore, and he walked slowly and laboriously. Every step he took, there was pain all over his body, especially his crotch, as if there was a knife cutting him all the time.

Zhang Jing'an looked at Fang Yun for help, but all he saw was a tall figure from behind.

That figure never turned around.

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

"Sure enough, you will still abandon me just like you did back then! It's okay not to recognize this kind of father! Even without you, I can live a better life! I will definitely surpass you! I must let grandpa regain his literary name! I I must lead the Pearl River Army to stand at the top of Liangjie Mountain! I, Zhang Jing'an, must become a hero like grandpa! All those who say that grandpa is a traitor will kneel before grandpa's grave and confess their guilt!"

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

During lunch, Zhang Jing'an's hands kept shaking.

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 it was not enough for a child who had worked hard all morning.

Zhang Jingan felt not full.

After the lunch break, the other battalions of Jingxi Guard either changed defenses or rested, but the soldiers of the first, second and third battalions still had to continue training.

As in the morning, everyone spent half an hour running long-distance, half an hour exercising, half an hour practicing weapons, and half an hour practicing military formations.

Under such high-intensity training, all elite soldiers are very strong and can kill monsters in one-on-one situations. Even when facing powerful monster soldiers, as long as they have the blessing of Zhuang Xingshi, they still have the opportunity to fight one-on-one. case to win.

Everyone in the third battalion has completed the training, except Zhang Jing'an.

Zhang Jing'an ran out of energy after running for half an hour. When he was working hard in the second part, he temporarily gave up the plum blossom pile and practiced stone locks, but he was unable to make basic stone lock movements and could only keep lifting and lowering.

When practicing the spear, he felt weak throughout the process, as if his bones had been ripped away.

When it came time to practice the military formation, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and passed out.

Military doctors came and took Zhang Jing'an away.

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

"Look at this son of a reborn son, he is just like a waste! The Zhang family of the Pearl River Army was so majestic and hereditary in the past. What about now? Let a child with no hair grow into the army and train for just two days. Once you have a qualification, you can advance quickly!”

"That unfaithful Hanlin thought so lightly. He thought that by training in the army, he would be able to escape suspicion? What Zhang Longxiang is, he is just a snake and a rat!"

"General Jin Wei doesn't want to see them at all, but they shamelessly stay in the camp. It's ridiculous!"

"The grandfather is a reverse breeder, and this grandson is worse than a reverse breeder. He is obviously nothing, but he still dares to train with us, and then pretends to be comatose to avoid the night labor. Unfortunately, the army has military regulations, and he is a reverse breeder. Dad became the scapegoat and had to clean up the military camp with the lowly handymen.”

"There are three generations of the Zhang family, and one generation is really inferior to the other. I admired Zhang Wankong very much back then, but now I think about it and I feel ashamed. How could I admire that kind of old bastard..."

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

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

A soldier sneered: "Can't you pretend anymore? Is your injury healed?"

Zhang Jing'an looked at the soldier angrily, and then felt extremely painful everywhere in his body, and might fall into coma again at any time.

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

A kind-hearted soldier sighed and said, "I think you can stay in the barracks to recuperate."

Zhang Jing'an didn't say anything, opened the door and walked out of the barracks.

Zhang Jing'an raised his head and glanced at the stars in the sky, then walked out step by step. When he met a handyman, he inquired about it, and soon came to a school ground.

The huge school ground was very empty, with only two people cleaning it, and one of them was Fang Yun.

Fang Yun looked at Zhang Jing'an and continued to clean the place with his head down.

Fang Yun's two spiritual thoughts formed by his multitasking were all in reading in the world of strange books. Simple tasks such as cleaning would not distract him at all.

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

"Go back and rest!" Fang Yun responded rudely.

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

"Get out!" Fang Yun shouted violently, his talent and vitality flowing like heaven and earth, knocking Zhang Jing'an back.

Zhang Jingan looked at Fang Yun angrily, and after a long time, he slowly turned around and left the training ground.

Late at night, Fang Yun returned to the barracks. Everyone had already gone to bed, including those who were grinding their teeth, snoring, and talking in their sleep.

Fang Yun's eyes swept over Zhang Jingan in the clinic. The starlight outside the window fell on the child's face, shining on the tears on his face.

Fang Yun took out the medical book, and the white light enveloped Zhang Jingan's body, healing all his wounds.

Then, Fang Yun closed his eyes and lay on the bed to continue practicing until dawn.

Time passed day by day.

Every day, Fang Yun and his son would train with the third battalion, but Zhang Jingan was only an eleven-year-old child after all, and he could not withstand such high-intensity training. He could not complete the training every day, and would eventually faint from exhaustion. If it were not for Fang Yun's medical book, his body would accumulate incurable injuries.

Facing failure, Fang Yun's indifference, and the ridicule of the soldiers of Jingxi Guard, Zhang Jingan persisted.

On the tenth day of September, the Third Battalion and the other four battalions, totaling 2,500 people, went out for a drill. The whole process lasted for two days and they had to spend one night in the wild.

Since early morning, the whole team has been marching rapidly, from flat roads to grasslands, to river areas, to swampy hills, and finally stopped in dense forests and mountains.

When the battalion commander Xu Cang announced the camping, Zhang Jingan, who was sweating all over, finally couldn't hold on. His body tilted and fell to the ground. Before he fainted, Fang Yun heard Zhang Jingan whispering.

"I don't want to be a soldier anymore, I don't want to be a general anymore, I... can't hold on anymore..."

Fang Yun walked over quickly and checked carefully. Zhang Jingan was already unconscious, but there were two crystal tears on his face.

Fang Yun's mouth curved into a slight arc.

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