Chapter 2013

"Oh... Master, I..."

Du Wisteria looked at Zhang Feng in a trance and hesitated: "Sir, you just said to let them run around Chang'an City five times a day with sandbags tied to their legs and steel on their backs? Do 200 push ups at noon? By the way, what is push ups? You have to practice arrows? Are you not afraid to waste these family members?"

"No."

Zhang Feng waved and said positively, "I've arranged so that systematic training will not waste them, but make them stronger. You don't have to worry about it. You just need to help me supervise them every day."

Indeed, he used the method of training special forces in future generations. This kind of training is very intensive and ordinary people can't accept it at all, but it is still more acceptable for those who have been soldiers. Even if they are not used to it at the beginning, they will accept it slowly.

But Du Wisteria didn't know. He thought the master's method was too powerful for the guards to accept. As soon as he heard this, he was relieved, and youyou said, "the master has a point."

Zhang Feng took a deep breath of cigarette and said faintly, "you tell people to prepare some meat, prepare some hot water, and let these guys eat after running."

Du Wisteria took a deep look at the wailing guard. For a moment, he envied these guys. The master not only ate and entertained them, but also added consistency to the original salary. This is a great gift. He even joined in a little, but his legs trembled when he thought of facing such intensive training every day, Had to take orders to leave youyou.

"Hurry up, don't dally."

Zhang Feng glanced at the guards who were behind and scolded them. But he was determined to make these guys into the role of special forces. He started to put down the pins before he ran two laps? How can you not be angry?

The backward guard seemed to know that the master was scolding them. He glanced at Zhang Feng bitterly, wiped the sweat on his forehead, put away his long tongue and continued to catch up with the pioneers in front.

The yard kept echoing the panting of the guards. Their foreheads were sweating like beans and kept leaning down until they fell on their clothes, shoes and even under their feet. Soon, the land under their feet was wet, and the sweat mixed with the fragrance of soil gave off bursts of special smell.

Zhang Feng's eyes looked around the crowd like a hawk and falcon, and his mouth kept shouting: "one, two, one..."

"In the future, this is your slogan. You should shout it every time you run. Your steps should be consistent with the slogan. Now start shouting, one or two..."

People have long been tired and half dead. How can they have the strength to shout this messy slogan? They stuck out their tongues and their eyes were blurred, as if they were about to faint.

Zhang Feng was furious when he saw no response. He was about to reprimand, but unexpectedly, someone shouted: "one, two, one..."

He followed his reputation and saw a big man running in front, wiping the sweat on his forehead and shouting constantly in his mouth. It was as if he had shouted with all his strength, rough, crazy and high.

This man

Zhang Feng had a little influence.

He remembered that this man often kept watch at the door, but he couldn't remember his name. I have to ask later.

Thinking, he took another deep look at the big man and was about to say something to boost morale. Unexpectedly, bursts of chaotic howls sounded: "one, two... One, two, one..."

The sound was made by all the guards. They were half dead and tired just now. They really had no strength and no intention to shout any slogans, but it was different at the first beginning. It seemed that it immediately caused a fire in their bodies and forced them to explode.

Indeed, Zhang Feng's slogan has a basis and strong dependence. As long as the first person starts, the people behind them all roar involuntarily as if they are infected. This is equivalent to throwing a spark on a grassland. Originally, the flame is not very large, but it will gradually infect the surrounding areas. A flash of fire can start a prairie fire, It's perfect to describe these guards.

They didn't even know how to speak when their physical strength was about to dry up. Anyway, when they had the first one, they shouted, and gradually their voice became more and more neat and even louder.

"One, two... One, two, one..."

Bursts of loud and loud voices spread all over Zhang's house. The servant girls with smart ears seemed to hear something. With a scream, they pulled up their companions and surrounded them. Within a moment, the yard was full of watching servant girls.

"Wow, this is Ning Xiao. He's a good friend. He's manly. Look, he's the first."

"If you want to say it's manly, you still have to look at Kang Shuang. You can see his bulging muscles even across his clothes, especially the master who is soaked with sweat. Wow, I can't stand it. Help me."