After saying the command, Emperor Chongzhen began to run around the inner circle of the veterans in the Beijing camp regardless of the surprised gaze of the nobles.

The one hundred guards were already familiar with this. They followed Emperor Chongzhen with fists and waved their hands to start running. Zhang Shize, the oldest among the nobles, followed first, and then the other nobles followed behind the guard team.

Emperor Chongzhen had three sandbags tied to his body, one with twenty kilograms on his chest, and each with ten kilograms on his calves. This was considered that if the army lost its chariots, muskets, bullets, swords, armor and even tiger squat cannons during the marching of force, they would almost have to be carried by the soldiers' bodies, and forty kilograms were barely able to bear the weight.

These sandbags were designed by Emperor Chongzhen himself, and Bi Maokang, the Minister of Works, made according to the drawings and by the craftsmen in the workshop according to the unified specifications, which was a unique training method for the Beijing soldiers.

Emperor Chongzhen did not promote his training methods to the entire army. First, whether it was Lu Xiangsheng or Sun Chuanting, they had their own training methods, and second, they still needed to be tested such hodgepodges from later generations.

The time for running with a weight was three quarters, that is, forty-five minutes. The running speed was also the standard marching speed. After only about ten minutes of running, Emperor Chongzhen had not yet realized what was going on, the nobles in the rear began to gradually fall behind.

Emperor Chongzhen frowned slightly. The physique of these young men is really not bad!

"All keep up! You can't hold on until the end, breakfast will be cut in half!" Emperor Chongzhen slowed down and said in a deep voice to the nobles who had lost the team.

"Hahahaha!" As soon as Emperor Chongzhen finished speaking, a veteran of the Beijing camp who was also running outside suddenly burst into laughter.

According to the requirements of veterans in the Beijing camp, no one can run until the end, and there is no breakfast to eat. Not only will there be no food, but all the subsequent training must be participated as usual. If it still cannot be completed, the military stick will be at the least, and the military camp will be driven directly away from the military camp.

According to Emperor Chongzhen's preferential treatment for active-duty soldiers, soldiers who normally retired from the army either allocate land or arranged work by local officials in their registered residence. At the worst, they could have sex with a choreographer or other choreographer in the county police station.

But if you are driven out of the military camp, you will not only not receive any preferential treatment, but you will be ridiculed even if you return to your hometown.

The laughter of the veterans in the Beijing camp was obviously mocking. These veterans in the Beijing camp usually claim to be the emperor's personal army. With so many miscellaneous soldiers and the young masters in the capital, they are inevitably despised.

Not everyone among the nobles could not keep up. Although the three young men of the British government ran out of sweat, they still gritted their teeth and persisted and ran at the forefront.

The second is the two brothers of Duke Qian, Mu Tianze and Mu Tianrun. The two are the youngest in the middle grade, one is seventeen years old and the other is only sixteen years old. However, because Mu Tianbo shoulders the heavy responsibility of guarding southern Xinjiang, he usually trains the two brothers, so that they can follow the Zhang brothers steadily.

The worst was Emperor Chongzhen's two cousins. They were panting and ran around in the end, while the eldest brother was pulling the second brother to prevent him from falling behind.

Almost all of them heard the ridicule of the veterans in the Beijing camp, but they were already tired and almost breathed, so they had no time to talk back.

"Why are you laughing at? At the beginning, were you also a group of new recruits? I dare to mock the new recruits again, I will let you run enough today!" Emperor Chongzhen yelled at the veterans of the Beijing camp, and then turned to the noble team.

"Only one can be brave after knowing shame. In the army, the so-called family background and status are of no use. If you want to stay, you must become stronger! At least you cannot be worse than ordinary soldiers!" After saying that, Emperor Chongzhen stopped talking.

A group of noble children were first ridiculed by ordinary soldiers, and then scolded by Chongzhen. They seemed to be holding their breath, but their bodies were really not good, and sweat flowed down their cheeks, and they only regretted that their bodies were not good.

"Brother... we can't hold on anymore. We thought... we could get an official position in the military camp... we..."

"Shut up! Save your energy. If you have this strength... don't embarrass me... Keep up!"

Liu Wenyao gasped and complained, but was interrupted by his brother Liu Wenbing before he finished speaking. Liu Wenbing was also very tired, but he felt a little angry. While pulling his brother, he stared at the big cousin in front of him.

He was a little surprised. Not only Liu Wenbing, Zhang Shize and other noble children were also very surprised by the physical fitness of Emperor Chongzhen. He thought that His Majesty is now pampering in the palace, but he didn't expect that his physical strength was so good and he didn't breathe when he spoke.

Originally, if Zhou Yuji came to lead the team to train, these young men would definitely not give him face, but now that the emperor is running ahead, what qualifications do you have to complain? You can only blame yourself for not being able to do it.

After finally running, the veterans pressed their legs and stretched them. Liu Wenyao and other noble children collapsed to the ground. They were so tired that their standard military uniforms were all wet and they lay on the ground without even moving.

"Everyone hurry up and move, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences." As soon as Emperor Chongzhen finished speaking, Liu Wenyao started to wail.

"Brother...Brother...Oh, our legs are cramped, oh...it hurts..."

Emperor Chongzhen reminded him before, and later, Liu Wenyao learned from the past. The nobles who collapsed on the ground quickly got up and stretched their arms and shook their legs like veterans. Liu Wenbing originally wanted to help his brothers, but Emperor Chongzhen stood in front of him and did not dare to help.

Emperor Chongzhen frowned and walked to Liu Wenyao's side, squatted down, picked up Liu Wenyao's feet with both hands and straightened his legs, and the eyes of a group of noble children were straightened.

"Don't move, endure it."

The sweat on Liu Wenyao's face seemed to be worthless, but now His Majesty's feet were scared by the fact that he was holding him. He didn't dare to scream anymore. After about a few breaths, his right leg finally returned to normal.

"Hehe, Your Majesty, our legs are ready, thank you!" Liu Wenyao said embarrassedly. He glanced at his brother, only to find that his eyes were a little scary.

"Get up and move on, there will be other training later. If you can't finish it, you will have to take it." Emperor Chongzhen didn't take it seriously at all. Even the King of Hell had already become accustomed to it.

In the army, there were not so many special treatments, and Emperor Chongzhen set an example, so how could anyone else dare to complain?

After running, I took off the sandbag and put up push-ups and sit-ups. After a few sets, Emperor Chongzhen felt comfortable all over. Looking at the nobles, they were all so tired that they couldn't get up. Finally, it was time to eat.

I woke up early in the morning and didn't eat anything. After more than half an hour, the nobles' children were so hungry that they could not bear it, but when they saw the food, they looked like they were losing their parents.

The dishes were big pots of vegetables, and there was not much oil and water. They were all eaten by their servants. But seeing that Emperor Chongzhen and other soldiers also ate, they all shut their mouths with tact.

But maybe she was too hungry. Liu Wenyao whimpered and pulled the food into his mouth. It looked quite fragrant. Emperor Chongzhen sat in the middle and said to the nobles:

"A porridge and rice should be thought of hard-earned, half of the thread, and always think about the difficulty of material resources. Your ancestors couldn't even eat these things back then, but they still followed Emperor Taizu to build this country.

Now that the Ming Dynasty is suffering from internal and external troubles, it’s finally our turn. Tell me, can I still count on you?"
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