A courageous warrior has accumulated too much resentment, and sooner or later it will explode.

Shen Tang picked off a piece of weed and held it in his mouth, and said with an old-fashioned attitude: "You don't understand, I call it 'one arrow counts death'. I let the warriors actively participate in the work, not only for the courage of the warriors, but also for their efficiency.

, and there are other purposes, which are also the key to leading troops. If you don’t have enough friendship, I don’t even bother to teach them.”

Qian Yong sneered: "I would like to hear your advice."

Shen Tang said: "Martial warriors have more physical strength and energy than ordinary soldiers. A group of energetic people are like huskies. Once there is excess, they will tear down the house. Too much energy needs to be vented. If it is not vented, chaos will easily occur and it will last for a long time.

It will also lead to a lack of morale in the army, a lack of discipline, and a decline in combat operations. Some forces use the most "bad" methods to solve the problem. Once they reach a certain place, they allow soldiers to rape and plunder everywhere to satisfy their physiological needs, and the soldiers pass like a grate. In this way, the risk of war is reduced to the greatest extent.

Hidden danger..."

She smiled and said, "Of course I won't do that."

It's easy to vent your physical strength and energy.

Either work or train intensively.

The latter can improve combat power, and the former has additional benefits.

Qian Yong Digu: "Waste of food."

The losses are great, and so is the food consumption.

Shen Tang sighed: "That's why I have to work in the fields."

She is under great pressure for food.

When dusk fell, Qian Yong rinsed his feet with clean water, wiped them clean and put on his combat boots again, stepping on the shadow and embarked on the return journey. Other confidants followed behind him, chatting and laughing, and the content was nothing more than how much they had done today.

Live, what to eat at night.

Qian Yong listened to these contents carefully.

I have some inexplicably complicated feelings in my heart.

Suddenly, it seemed that I was far away from the battlefield.

"...General, there seems to be some braised pork here today...I heard it was brought here from Longwu on a special trip. I heard from other veterans that it is fried in sugar color and so on. It's a must-have!"

Qian Yong laughed and scolded: "Eat, eat, eat, all I know is eating!"

He doesn't care about eating pork that's so spicy.

But soon, he was slapped in the face. If it weren't for his extraordinary strength, a bowl of meat wouldn't have entered the belly of any bastard.

He had just finished his meal when he suddenly heard the sound of pots and pans being banged outside, and he couldn't help but look over curiously.

A girl had an argument with the back-of-house chef with her hands on her hips.

"What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!