Chapter Forty-Three: Eat Your Own Fruit
February 24th, sunny and breeze.
The willow trees on the edge of the city have sprouted new buds.
It is suitable for boating on the lake, traveling with beauty, and painting with food, but not suitable for training.
This is the fourth day after Zhao Yan and the other two arrived at the military camp.
With the help of everyone, Xiao Zijie finally learned how to quickly distinguish between east, west, south and north.
Kong Ze, who has a slightly round body, has lost at least five kilograms.
Zhao Yan looked a little stronger. Although he was also tanned, he was still a handsome young man standing among the soldiers.
This kind of elegant temperament is something that no one can learn.
As for Heiwa and Yue Feipeng, they were all in the water. Whether it was crossbow training or sword competition, they were both among the top.
Due to the intensity of the training, all five of them were quite edible.
Now, Zhao Yan can eat five steamed buns in one meal, plus four dishes and one soup.
Heiwa is when she grows up, and usually she has twelve steamed buns as the base.
At noon, with the disbandment of the battalion commander Wei Datou, five hundred soldiers rushed to the kitchens of each capital.
Nowadays, the two most wonderful things are eating and sleeping.
Today’s lunch is spicy radish, stewed fish, fried chicken and rabbit, and meat noodles.
The so-called meat-sliced noodles are braised noodles with big meat sauce and winter melon.
Zhao Yan ate Sanhai Bowl in one go, but he was still a little unsatisfied.
This very ordinary pasta becomes as nostalgic as the delicacies of mountains and seas after high-intensity training.
At this moment, someone suddenly covered his stomach and ran towards the cottage in pain.
One, two, five, ten, thirty, forty...
Almost in an instant, Zhao Yan and his entire infantrymen rushed towards the cottage.
Heiwa, Yue Feipeng, Kong Ze, and Xiao Zijie also rushed forward with their stomachs. Some people couldn't bear it, so they went to the woods in the distance to solve the problem.
Just when Zhao Yan felt that he seemed to be fine, a sudden cramp in his abdomen came. He ignored his image and ran towards the woods.
Obviously, something went wrong with the meal today.
Not far away, Zhao Du was tying his belt on his head and rushed towards the kitchen angrily.
"Where is the master, let him get out for me and what did you put in the meal!" Zhao Dutou cursed loudly.
A guy came out of the corner of the kitchen. He covered his stomach and said, "Du Tou, the master has also gone to the cottage!"
Zhao Du's head was about to get angry, but suddenly felt his stomach ringing. He immediately covered his stomach with one hand and his butt with the other, and ran towards the cottage quickly.
"Old... I will settle the score with him when I come back!"
Half an hour later.
The hundreds of people in Zhao Yan, all of whom were sitting on the ground with weak expressions.
It is exactly the old saying: Diarrhea is not a disease, but it will be a life of pain.
Even Zhao Dutou, the entire infantry capital had been to the cottage at least five times.
Not far away, the chef took a few chefs, covering their stomachs while checking the lunch meal.
In the end, the chef discovered a problem in the sauce rooting with meat noodles.
"Qi Bindu Head, I found croton dregs in the sauce germ!" said the chef with a depressed look on his face.
Zhao Du stood up with his head covered his stomach and cursed loudly: "Which bastard is made by it? If you have sex, stand up. Who did our third infantry provoke? If you have sex, we will fight one by one. If you have sex, we will not be afraid of fighting together!"
"I did it." A loud voice came from a distance.
Everyone turned their heads and couldn't help but be stunned.
The speaker was Wei Datou, the commander of the camp, who strode over with several soldiers.
"I asked someone to let me put the croton, and I put a total of ten kilograms. Who scolded me just now?" Wei Datou said with a glaring look.
Swish!
Zhao Yan and other soldiers turned their heads to look at Zhao Du's head.
Zhao Dutou was a little cowardly. Seeing so many soldiers looking at him, he immediately raised his chest and asked, "Battle Commander, I don't understand why you want to put Croton in our meals. After putting Croton, how should we train?"
Wei Datou raised his head a little higher, coughed dryly and said, "This is the method of training that the commander has developed to understand His Majesty's holy will."
Hearing this, the soldiers became solemn in an instant.
Since Zhao Yan destroyed the prestige of envoys from various countries at the Grand Dynasty meeting and demonstrated the atmosphere of the Great Zhou Kingdom, the soldiers admired him in all their might.
It is circulated among the people that the Holy Lord of the Great Zhou has arrived, and the Holy World is not far away.
Heiwa and the other four looked at Zhao Yan in surprise.
Zhao Yan covered his stomach, looked depressed, and cursed in his heart: When did I say that I can train troops with Croton?
The commander of the battalion, Wei Datou, continued: "Your Majesty once told the Military Commander that only in desperate situations can a person realize his greatest potential. What Your Majesty said naturally contains great truths. The Military Commander said this to the Commander, and the Commander told me this."
"After thinking about it, I thought it made sense and thought about how to apply it to military training. Just yesterday, I figured it out. If you were to complete the long-distance 20-mile mission in the weakest state of your body, it would definitely be a huge challenge for you, and this will inevitably inspire your own talents!"
Speaking of this, Wei Datou smiled proudly and continued, "You all have many new recruits, so it's best to try."
When Zhao Yan heard this, he almost cried.
These people thought about the holy intentions and went to grandma's house.
What I said that I can stimulate potential in desperate situations does not mean I have to eat Croton!
"Oh, I'll stop talking about some useless philosophy in the future. It's easy to deceive others and yourself!" Zhao Yan said helplessly in his heart.
At this moment, the other soldiers looked excited and seemed to be inexplicably inspired.
Zhao Du's head was as if he was injected with chicken blood and shouted at the top of his throat: "Line in line!"
Soon, the hundred soldiers formed a neat queue and each brought their own weapons.
Zhao Dutou shouted: "The long journey is twenty miles long, and set off now!"
Zhao Yan had no choice but to run with everyone, and this really shot himself in the foot.
Wei Datou, who was standing in place, looked at the dust rolled up in front of him and couldn't help but say narcissisticly: "A military officer like me who can accurately understand the holy intention and integrate it into military training should be considered rare in the Great Zhou Dynasty. If His Majesty knew that I was training in this way, he would definitely commend this commander!"
He didn't know that Emperor Zhao Yan would strangle him to death now.
With almost exhaustion due to diarrhea, hundreds of people are carrying heavy loads and going for twenty miles without stopping, which is a challenge for anyone.
Zhao Yan didn't know whether other soldiers had scolded him as the emperor, but in his heart, he had scolded him countless times.
"I am really a mean person. If I didn't say this, wouldn't I be less than twenty miles away?" Zhao Yan cursed himself and ran hard.
Zhao Yan secretly told himself that he would never tell his ministers some advanced life philosophy in the future.
Chapter completed!