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Chapter 994: Isn’t armed training the basics?

In the past, numbers were also an adjective and a metaphor.

For example, when a waterfall drops three thousand feet, it doesn’t mean that it is really three thousand feet high, but it makes you feel the picture in the text.

The 800-li Xiquan Mountain is also a figment of imagination. In fact, no one has ever bothered to measure it.

But the last time Wang Yunxiao came to deal with immigration issues, he went for a run because he had nothing better to do.

Because he usually pays great attention to physical training, he usually takes his brothers to run laps around the school.

This time I was so exhausted from working that I became bald, so I took the opportunity when no one was around to indulge myself a little.

Eight hundred miles is equivalent to four hundred kilometers. In fact, based on his own physical feeling, the straight-line distance is just over two hundred, about two hundred and fifty.

Running around Xiquan Mountain is a distance of three to four hundred kilometers.

After Wang Yunxiao was promoted to Iron Hawk, he could run a lap in about eight hours. This was normal running, not an all-out sprint.

Sprinting will be faster, but it's not necessary.

When they heard that they had to run around Xiquan Mountain, the Qilin Army soldiers who followed were all dumbfounded.

Although everyone knew that this guy wanted to show his power, no one expected that the show of power would be done in this place.

Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?

But you can't say anything to them. After all, they have already said that if you don't want to run, you can go back to sleep.

If you don't want to run, just admit your mistake and endure other people's weird tempers. What's the big deal...

I can't bear it!
The Qilin Army considers itself to be the strongest army in the world. It has fought in civil wars and foreign wars, and has defeated Russians of all colors. It even looks down on the Imperial Guards. The entire army is proud of it.

Now the instructor asks you to pull a rope, but you can’t do it?
What a joke, do you still have any shame?
In addition, after the recent purge, everyone was holding a grudge and wanted to prove that they were not traitors and were still the invincible sword in the hands of the President.

He ran fifty kilometers in one breath.

Wang Yunxiao stood on the cliff, looking down at the team that had formed a long line at the foot of the mountain.

It has to be said that the overall quality of the Qilin Army somewhat exceeded his expectations.

Each person has trained as a palace soldier.

Certainly not at the same level as his own brothers.

At this time, we need to use the bean juice power... the level division of fighting power for calculation.

The progress of my brothers' soldiers has almost reached the seventh or eighth level, while the average strength of the grassroots soldiers of the Qilin Army is around the second level.

It is mainly a cognitive problem and the cultural level is not high.

Their understanding of war is completely different from that of junior high school students.

Veterans were better, but there weren't many of them left. Many of them either retired or were transferred out to become imperial guards or to form other legions.

New recruits like these, who were in their early twenties, basically caught up with the tail end of the war in the early Ming Dynasty.

There is an old saying among southerners: If a gangster doesn't eat brains, he will be a gangster all his life.

Joining the Qilin Army and practicing every day does not necessarily mean that you have the talent for practice.

Of course, their personal qualities were good, they had all practiced martial arts, and even cultivated internal strength. Picking out any of the soldiers, he could easily fight six or seven thugs bare-handed on the street.

Just give them time to grow up...

Now all walks of life are racing against time, and the whole country is racing against time.

A mere fifty kilometers was not a challenge for this group of soldiers with inner strength. The day and night in the Millennium Dynasty world were not distinct. If calculated according to the time in the real world, it was almost dawn, but the surroundings were still dark and nothing could be seen clearly.

There is not only Sunjia Town on Xiquan Mountain. However, under the control of the mountain god Chu Jiang, that land has become particularly livable, while other settlements are still immersed in darkness, barely maintaining faint firelight, and are in a half-dead state.

When they came across a village on the road, the villagers stared at the team passing through the center of the village like zombies. The leader of the village, the one-horned ghost king, who was two meters tall, lay in his lair and trembled, not daring to make a sound.

If he dared to block the way, Wang Yunxiao would like to play the trick of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, but unfortunately the other party was not stupid and did not give him the chance to show off.

After walking another fifty kilometers, Wang Yunxiao was walking, and the team behind him was running.

The soldier who had asked the question earlier caught up with him, panting heavily, and stopped Wang Yunxiao and said, "Instructor... let us take a break. We really can't hold on any longer."

"Can't you hold out after a 100-kilometer forced march?"

The expression on Wang Yunxiao's face looked like he deserved a beating.

"What's your name?"

"Report to the instructor! My name is Chen Ming! I'm the sergeant of the sixth company of the third battalion!"

"You really can't hold on any longer?"

"It's really too late, let us take a breath."

Although the instructor in front of him was not a human being - what did he mean by he couldn't even last a hundred kilometers? He was a human being, not a car!

But they do have the qualifications to say this.

Although he had no luggage on his back, he was fully armed and carrying a gun. He had been leading the way in front until now without his face getting red or out of breath, and there was not even a drop of sweat on his forehead.

"Okay then. I remember there's a place to rest ahead. We'll get there in a little while."

Wang Yunxiao is as easy to talk to as ever, but now no one dares to underestimate him anymore.

After watching Chen Ming return to the queue, Wang Yunxiao turned around and asked Wang Ying: "How are you, can you still hold on? Do you want me to carry you?"

Wang Ying's head was covered in cold sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and shook his head.

monster.

She is now finally certain that the big brother she recognized is a monster in human skin.

It would be fine if he was older, like my own brother.

But in fact, he was not two years older than her. She was in the first grade of junior high school and he was in the third grade.

Is the gap really that big?

In normal competitions, it was impossible to tell the difference between the two, but this time, when they pulled a hundred kilometers without saying a word, she finally experienced the most basic gap between people.

Her internal energy was almost exhausted, but Wang Yunxiao was still in the mood to tell her jokes along the way.

Dragging their heavy legs, they followed Wang Yunxiao to a place halfway up a mountain, where they sat down and waited for the team behind them.

The team of more than 5,000 people was completely torn apart after a forced march of 100 kilometers.

Wang Yunxiao waited for ten minutes, and only about two thousand people caught up with him. No one knew where the rest had gone.

As for whether they could catch up or run back to the camp, Wang Yunxiao didn't care. As a regular army, they wouldn't make a fool of themselves by being kidnapped by bandits and capsized in a ditch in such a remote place.

"Okay, let's rest for another ten minutes, and then we'll continue. We still have more than 300 kilometers to go, and if we go back early we can still make it in time for dinner."

Wang Yunxiao's response was dead silence.

(End of this chapter)