Chapter 35: Poor qualifications

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A team of 100 people set off in turn.
The mighty team ran around the barracks at the foot of the mountain, which was a spectacular thing. Although everyone complained and shouted, there was no delay. The head of the team responsible for He Yan, Liang, named Liang Ping, is just as fierce and ruthless as President Shen. I saw him saying: "Rapidly line up, start!"
With an order, everyone started the long-distance running with the team.
Carrying such a big sandbag on his back, He Yan just felt like he was carrying a stone, and pressed her down unsteadily. Since she became Miss He, she has accompanied He Yunsheng to cut firewood every day, but it can only make Miss Lai's weak body healthy, or stronger than girls of her age. But Xiao Jue's hard-blooded military training method is really too much.
In the past, He Yan was ok, but now He Yan is very difficult.
There are people around him who are more than He Yan. Most of the people who came to join the army are strong and strong, but the tall and mighty people are not so tall, and they are mostly from poor families, who are used to heavy work. Although it was tiring to carry the sandbags, but it was okay. There are very few such weak people as He Yan, and few of them died on the way to Liangzhou. It can be said that under the Baiyue Mountain and Liangzhou Health Center, in terms of physical qualifications, He Yan is the weakest One.
The two brothers, Stone and Wheat, ran very fast. They hunted in the mountains, often chasing their prey, and the prey hit was tied to their bodies, and it was common to carry the prey around, so it was fairly easy. Hongshan was probably a little older. After a lap, he was breathless and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He said, "Hey, it's really not a man."
He didn't hear He Yan's answer. Looking back, He Yan had already dropped him for more than ten steps, and he slowed down a bit, waiting for He Yan to go up and down and ask, "Ahe, can you still hold on? I It’s a bit uncomfortable to see you."
He Yan's face was pale, and the bean-sized sweat beads rolled down his forehead to his chin, and did not fit into his shirt. Carrying a sandbag, it looks like the children on the docks of the capital that were sold by their parents to the helpers as hard laborers.
"I'm fine, brother, you don't have to control me. You run first. If I can't run fast, let me run slowly behind." He Yan smiled. "You can go to the shed to rest after you run early. Don't wait for me."
"Would you like to talk to the coach," Hong Shan said hesitantly, seeing that nobody around them paid attention to them, and whispered: "Either secretly run a few laps, nobody sees anyway."
"I have a heart in mind." He Yan smiled, "Brother Shan, let's go first, let's wait for a while."
Hong Shan repeatedly confirmed that He Yan didn't need help before running away with the sandbag on his back. He Yan scratched her head, showing a helpless smile.
Tongjiao said he could not? How could it be possible to enter the army barracks or not. Secretly run two fewer laps? How is it possible to look at the people who are not seen around now, but these coaches are very fine, and there are hidden supervisors on the roadside, I really want to sneak a few laps, it is a violation of military discipline, I want to drag out and hit the stick. When she was a general, she knew that when she was a soldier, she didn't have the reason to drill in.
It's just... she wiped the sweat that rolled onto her eyelids and looked at the golden sun hanging over her head.
It's so hot!
...
In the health center, someone came out.
Cheng Lisu took a folding fan and fanned the wind, looking at the mountains covered by clouds in the distance, and said with joy: "The scenery here is also very good, ten thousand times more beautiful than the capital! Uncle is really a good eye!"
Xiao Jue followed behind him in an embroidered ebony robe, with a long sword slanted at the waist, looking like a star, with a lip like a verdure, an elegant demeanor, and a beautiful appearance. The ground also adds a bright color.
"They are running, twitching," Cheng Lisu shook his head. "If I were to do this, I would certainly not be able to hold it for a quarter of an hour."
"Then you go back." The answer was cold sarcasm.
"Ah, what do you say, the wind is so strong, I can't hear... Uncle, who do you think is coming?" Cheng Lisu said stiffly.
The coming person was Shen Han Shen Jiao. He stopped in front of the two and saluted Xiao Jue, saying, "Du Du."
"How about recruits?" Xiao Jue asked.
"It looks pretty good, but there are a few that may not work, maybe just practice it." Shen Han replied.
"What's the matter with that person?" Cheng Lisu pointed to the distance. "It seems he has to run and kneel down."
But seeing the long way, there is a young boy Lang who is running, saying that it is running, but it is too slow. He has pulled away most of the distance from the team in front, in fact, his weak sandbags on his back seem to be heavier than himself.
"That was the soldier of Liang Ping, and he ran the fourth lap."
"Fourth lap?" Xiao Jue raised an eyebrow.
The rest of the people have already started running the seventh lap. This talent has just started the fourth lap. After falling so much, he said in a calm way: "The qualifications are too bad."
Cheng Lisu and Shen Han looked at each other and didn't speak. They were stamped by Xiao Jue as "poorly qualified". That's really bad.
"It doesn't matter if your qualifications are too bad," Cheng Lisu thought of something and smiled, "It's not bad to be a gang soldier, just in case his craft is good."
He Yan, who was hoped to have "good craft", has run away at this moment without knowing what he should say. The sandbags on his body were really heavy, but he had to continue. Because she clearly understands that physical training is just the beginning now, after a while, skills training will gradually increase, such as bows and arrows.
However, if they can't even bear the physical training, they are not qualified to continue the skill training, and they will be directly thrown to be gang soldiers.
She didn't want to be a gang soldier.
Near the pergola, Hongshan ran the last lap, finally found wheat and stones resting in the shed, and sat down next to them.
Wheat looked around and asked, "Brother Ahe? Haven't you come out yet?"
"I don't know, I didn't see him," Hong Shan was also worried. "This kid won't be able to run, can't he?"
"Did you tell Brother Ahe to sneak two laps less?" Wheat whispered. "No one saw it anyway."
"I told him a long time ago! This kid is a stubborn donkey and doesn't listen to me. What can I do?" Hongshan spread his hands.
The two were talking, and the stone suddenly said, "Come."
Several people followed his gaze and saw the end of the long road between the trees, and a young man came slowly. The sandbags on his back were too large compared to his figure. His hair had become wet and dreadlocked. The beads of sweat dripped slowly down his forehead to his chin, not into the mud under his feet. He ran near the pergola, and instead of looking at it, he went on and started a new lap.
"He has to run..." Wheat murmured.
He Yan didn't stop.