Zhu Yunwen couldn't wait to come to the military camp after leaving the imperial study. Today, he wanted to let these five hundred soldiers experience the charm of the pool.

At this moment, the soldiers were training in martial arts. Unlike their usual training, they were in squads, and each person's training content was different.

They rotate every two weeks to ensure that everyone receives special care.

If everyone knew what Zhu Yunwen was thinking, they would definitely shout, "Yes, but it's unnecessary!"

Zhao Qingzhu was highly skilled in martial arts, so he naturally took on the role of instructor for training these soldiers. It is said that at first, some people were not convinced by this little eunuch.

However, after being beaten up a few times, he stopped talking.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

Zhu Yunwen blew his whistle, and this time the soldiers lined up neatly in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Yunwen nodded in satisfaction.

"Gentlemen, our conflict with the Japanese pirates is escalating. I hope you can master the ability to protect yourselves within a month."

Then Zhu Yunwen pointed to the pool next to him.

"From now on, every day, we'll practice holding our breath in the water as a class, and the longer the better!"

The soldiers nodded in acceptance and resumed their intensive training.

Just as the soldiers were training intensively, a basin of water suddenly fell from the sky and hit everyone on the head.

Everyone felt a blur in their minds, as if they had been struck by a heavy object. They looked up at the sky and then another jet of water fell on their faces.

"The Japanese pirates are skilled in naval warfare. If you are not familiar with water, how can you fight against them on the battlefield?"

Basins of cold water were poured into everyone's hands, and only then did they realize that what His Highness was holding seemed different from the buckets.

As soon as His Highness flicks his wrist, a jet of water sprays out from there, which looks quite frightening.

Zhao Qingzhu did not slack off and began training in the water.

Although the cold water was a bit uncomfortable, everyone endured it and began training. Zhu Yunwen was quite satisfied with everyone's performance.

But the water soaked his clothes, making them heavy and clinging to his body, slowing down even his boxing practice.

The soldiers were wearing clothes specially made by Zhu Yunwen, which prevented water from seeping through. However, their clothes were soaked with water, and they felt tired as they pulled on their arms and legs.

"Starting now, everyone will run thirty laps with the weights on!"

In the Ming Dynasty, weighted running was done in pairs, with one person carrying their teammate while running, and then switching roles once they had run enough.

Running with weights is already a training exercise that everyone fears, and now there are five or six pounds of water trapped in your body. Wouldn't that kill you?

Those being carried tried to empty the water from their clothes before getting on their teammates' backs.

To everyone's surprise, Zhu Yunwen did not stop watering the soldiers. The soldiers felt their bodies getting heavier and heavier, and they could not even lift their legs.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, many people were already exhausted.

Zhu Yunwen aimed a jet of water at the few people who had fallen behind and sprayed them violently. Caught off guard, they stumbled and fell to the ground.

His skin was broken and blood slowly seeped out.

The group that had finished running kept their eyes fixed on what Zhu Yunwen was holding. Whenever he aimed at a soldier, the others would stand in his way and let the water jet spray on themselves.

Because the training ground was made of soil, it quickly turned into a mud pit.

The ground became increasingly slippery, and the teammate on my back felt like a massive boulder, making it hard to breathe.

"Look at the state of yourselves! I'll stop lenient if you admit you're cowards!"

But not a single soldier gave up. Even though it was difficult to take a single step, they still tried their best to sprint forward. Zhu Yunwen was very satisfied with everyone's perseverance!

"If you beg me, maybe I'll consider making your lives a little more comfortable!"

"We will never yield!"

"We will never yield!"

Everyone shouted as they charged forward, and those who couldn't run anymore were helped up by their teammates and carried forward shoulder to shoulder!

After another cup of tea's time, everyone had finished the training program. Zhu Yunwen pointed to the carriage wheel next to him.

The weight that the carriage wheels of the Ming Dynasty had to bear was not light; the wheels were the heaviest part of the entire carriage.

Zhu Yunwen placed the wheel flat on the ground, with a rope tied to it.

"I admire your spirit of teamwork. Now let's have a competition. Divide into two groups and pull this wheel to pass it to the teammate on the other side. The first group to pass it to everyone wins!"

After saying that, Zhu Yunwen conducted the experiment again.

The first two to take the stage were ablaze with excitement, their business hanging on their shoulders, ready to sprint ahead.

The mud on the ground was so slippery that it was difficult to take a single step, but the wheels were lying flat, which increased the friction and made pulling them even more difficult.

It got harder and harder as they went on, with the wheels getting heavier and heavier as they accumulated a lot of mud.

The two groups were evenly matched, and no winner was decided until the very last person!

Just as they were about to reach the finish line, one of the team members suddenly collapsed to the ground.

He had no strength left, but the thought of everyone being punished because of him forced him to endure the pain and try to stand up.

He tried twice and was slammed hard into the mud each time, and the last bit of strength in his body was drained away.

"Brother, are you alright?"

A voice rang out from above, and the man looked up to see that it was a member of another team.

He had clearly pulled the wheel far, far ahead of him.

"You...why are you back again!"

"We're brothers, come on, let me help you!"

At that moment, Zhu Yunwen sneered.

"If you wait for him, both groups will be punished. Are you willing to do that? Are you all willing to do that?"

The man hesitated, his outstretched hand pausing. He was fine with being punished himself, but he was worried about implicating his entire team...

"Brother, we're willing to be punished together!"

"Brother, it's okay, do what you want to do!"

"We're willing to be punished together! We're willing to be punished together!"

Finally, the two of them supported each other and walked step by step towards the finish line.

"I'm glad you're like this, but have you ever thought that if this were really on the battlefield, this one person could cause the deaths of all of you!"

Zhu Yunwen's voice rang out on the arena. No one spoke; they simply lay down on the ground and began doing push-ups.

"I know you resent me, after all, I had to help each other out just a couple of days ago, but special times call for special measures, and we can't act impulsively!"

No one responded to Zhu Yunwen's words; everyone silently accepted their punishment.

"If you don't want this to happen, you should help your comrades grow quickly to the same strength as you!"

"That's it for today's training. Let's go get some good wine later, and drink until we drop tonight!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Zhao Qingzhu's eyes also became somewhat misty as she looked at Zhu Yunwen. Indeed, His Highness had not disappointed her!

The military camp was peaceful and harmonious.