Chapter Twelve: Military Training

  "Get up, all of you get up!" Early in the morning, Zhang Xiaoqi had already tidied himself up and rushed to his subordinates' quarters. Seeing that they were still fast asleep, Zhang Xiaoqi, who had gotten up early on purpose, was furious and went forward to lift their blankets and scold them awake.

  "What's going on? What are you doing, so early in the morning?" The soldiers were all confused.

  "Get up, everyone! Get dressed and go to the school grounds quickly!" Zhang Xiaoqi grumbled.

  "It's not the first day of the decade today, why do we have to have a drill?" The Iron Mountain Department stipulates that there must be one drill on the first day of each upper, middle and lower decade in a month.

  "You can stay away, when the time comes, the one with the surname Long will come looking for you, I won't care." Zhang Xiaoqi sneered, gritting his teeth.

  "Call him over, the several of us will continue to sleep." The soldier had obviously just woken up and was still a bit dizzy, and actually crawled back into bed. But after a while, he found something was wrong, why were his brothers all jumping out of bed and hastily getting dressed?

  "What's up guys?"

  "Sleep again, be careful General Totem will come looking for you." The soldier on the side said viciously while tying his belt.

  Right! Our General isn't someone who just changed his name, is he... Long Chen!

  A carp rolls over, and the soldier immediately drills out of the quilt, and Long Chen's name can be used in Tieshan Department to "stop children from crying".

  ……

  "The time has come." Long Chen raised his head and looked at the sky, facing the empty school field, a hint of depression on his face.

  "Stop bothering me, those kids will come to estimate, but don't think it's that early." Ruan Yi leaned against the stake, with his long gun resting on his shoulder.

  "I'm telling you, can't you be less gleeful about this?" Long Chen glared at Ruan Yi, who looked as innocent as could be.

  "There's a saying that goes 'face reality and fight', it doesn't rely on them at all." Rang Yi still smiled.

  "If not them, who?"

  "You may not know this, but the general has a personal army of over 200 men, and they are the ones who do the actual fighting."

  "What about us?"

  "Running errands, and taking advantage of the situation to create momentum." Rang Yi picked his ear with his little finger, flicked it lightly, "This is what we should be doing."

  Long Chen didn't respond, back then the A team under his command was the Republic's top combat sequence, his pride wouldn't allow him to have a bunch of "mud" under him, even if it meant piling up mud, he would remake them into bricks.

  After a long time, finally, a group of people began to hurry outside the school field, and the leader was none other than Hu Meng.

  "Sir, the officers and soldiers under your command have arrived." Hu Meng hastily stood at attention and saluted Long Chen. Of course, his eyes also swept towards Rang Yi, "Good sir."

  Then Zhang Xiaoqi arrived with his men, followed closely by Liu Xiaoqi and Li Xiaoqi. In fact, there were only about twenty people on the training ground, including Ruan Yi and Long Chen. On the one hand, Zhao Ming's small flag group was the largest, but they had been cleaned up by Long Chen and were still lying in bed. Adding them to the total, they barely made up twenty-five soldiers. A general flag usually has five small flags under it, with fifty soldiers, but now it can only account for fifty percent of its actual strength.

  Ran Yi stood up straight, since people have arrived, he also needs to get into position and line up.

  "Let's get started!"

  Long Chen's order has been given, but the soldiers on the training ground are still confused. Several of them started whispering to each other: "This... how do we practice?"

  "Didn't your previous captain take you guys to practice?" Long Chen asked the crowd below. Yan Yi, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but touch his nose, feeling that he was being referred to.

  "Your Honor, usually when we're drilling, we just stand in formation on the drill ground and wait for them to finish, then we're done." Hu Meng explained with a stiff upper lip.

  "They are the direct troops you mentioned earlier?" Long Chen turned his head towards Rang Yi.

  Ran Yi nodded slightly.

  "Alright, today I'll come and train you all, run laps around the school field for me!"

  "Brothers, listen to the big man's words, run away, all of you run away!" Hu Meng himself considered himself as one of Long Chen's trusted followers, so he naturally had to cooperate a bit and quickly called out to his subordinates to start running.

  "They all ran, they all started running." The other little flags also followed, waving under their hands.

  Seeing the soldiers all running away, Ruan Yi shook his head and also ran after them.

  The playground is not big, running a lap is just over 300 meters. However, after running four laps, two soldiers started to slack off and slowly fell behind with others.

  Until the sixth lap, the two who were originally lazy at the back were actually overtaken by others.

  "Brother Tiger, why did this new boss ask us to run errands?"

  "It's obvious, just messing around."

  "I think so too, and must stir up some trouble."

  "He's making a big show of himself, let's just slowly move on and give him some face."

  At the tenth lap, Long Chen made a gesture and shouted to stop. The crowd wasn't actually that tired, although at this time people's living standards were not as good as in later generations, but their physical strength was absolutely stronger than in later generations. These ten laps were equivalent to about five miles, and everyone used to walk dozens of miles when they escaped from disaster before, but after all, they had been lazy and idle in the military camp for a long time, and suddenly moving around really made them feel a bit uncomfortable.

  "Those two, drop out!" Long Chen pointed at the two who were at the back of the crane earlier and had been lapped twice in the previous lap, having run two laps less than everyone else.

  Those two military men seemed to know that the commander was looking for trouble, but they weren't worried at all. They thought to themselves, "Even if we don't run a few laps less, what can he do to us?"

  Those two military men stood beside Long Chen, one of them bowed and said, "Sir, I have leg trouble, I'm not good at running."

  Another one is also like this: "Small ones also have leg diseases, leg diseases."

  Even if we let the university students of future generations, who spend all day sitting in front of computers, run for five miles, they could grit their teeth and get through it. But these soldiers are actually lazy even about this.

  "Is your leg all right?" Long Chen leaned forward, his face close to hers, and asked again.

  Those two Han soldiers were intimidated by Long Chen's aura, but still lowered their heads and muttered: "Yes... yes... yes."

  "Then let me take a look." Long Chen's two hands were like a pair of pincers, grasping the shoulders of the two soldiers, then forcing them downwards.

  "Ah yo!" The two soldiers cried out in pain and fell to their knees at the same time.

  "Does it hurt here?" Long Chen stretched out his foot and poked a soldier's calf.

  "Yes, no, not." The soldier was already flustered.

  "Is it really?" Long Chen's toes exerted a bit of dark energy and pressed down.

  "Ah! Ah! Ah!" The soldier suddenly cried out in pain.

  "Does it hurt here?" Long Chen's toes continued to exert force.

  "Ah! You with the surname Long, what do you mean by this!" Being forced to kneel was already humiliating enough, and now the other person was intentionally stepping on him. Which rascal didn't have any temper?

  "Didn't you say it hurt?" Long Chen kicked out with one leg, sending the soldier flying and rolling on the ground for two rounds.

  "You're a Dragon surname, you damn scoundrel!" The soldier stood up from the ground, "I'm Zhao Erhu and I'll fight you to the death."

  "Come on." Long Chen stood with his hands behind his back, continuing to provoke.

  "Hey, everyone! Look at this guy with the surname Long, he clearly doesn't take us seriously. Don't think you can just hit people and get away with it, even if you're some kind of kingpin! You dare to humiliate me like this? I'll go report you to the law enforcement team!" Zhao Erhu also wasn't stupid and knew how to stir up the crowd, later on he would use the excuse that "the law doesn't blame the masses" and would even bring out the big guns of the law enforcement team.

  There were several military officers who, along with Zhao Erhu, were about to step forward under a small flag, but they retreated after being swept away by Yan Yi's gaze. Long Chen's prestige was earned through his fists in this battle array, while Yan Yi had been the chief flag officer for a long time, and even though the tiger is dead, its power remains.

  Seeing no reaction from the crowd, Zhao Erhu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes slightly dim, but he still forced himself to hold on.

  "Have you shouted enough?" Long Chen asked with a smile.

  For some reason, Long Chen's smile was so terrifying in Zhao Erhu's eyes that he even started to sweat.

  Hu Meng whispered to his brother beside him: "Every time our master makes a move, he will smile. This Zhao Erhu is done for."

  "Disobeying the superior's orders, being lazy during training, disrespecting superiors, inciting a mutiny! Zhao Erhu, what crime should you be guilty of? Do you believe me or not, I'll immediately have Liu Zongqi dispatch the law enforcement team to take you away!" Long Chen put away his smile and pointed at Zhao Erhu.

  "You, you're turning black and white upside down!" Zhao Erhu was completely panicked by this fright.

  "This fool, what's wrong with admitting defeat, still stubbornly holding on, stupid to this extent, ah, I can't bear to watch." Hu Meng sighed softly.

  "Then I'll show you!" Long Chen finally moved, retreating and then suddenly shooting forward like an arrow off a string, pouncing on Zhao Erhu.