One hundred people formed a team and set out one after another.

The mighty team was running around the barracks at the foot of the mountain. It was a very spectacular sight. Although everyone was complaining and shouting, it didn't delay the work. The coach in charge of He Yan's team was named Liang Ping, and he was as fierce and ruthless as the head coach Shen. He just said, "Quickly line up and set off!"

At the command, everyone followed the team and started running long distances with weights carried.

He Yan felt like she was carrying a stone on her back with such a big sandbag on her back, pressing down on her body and making her unstable. Since she became Miss He, she had accompanied He Yunsheng to the mountains to chop wood every day, but it could only make her weak body healthier, or stronger than other girls of the same age. However, Xiao Jue's iron-blooded training method was really too much for her.

It was possible for He Yan in the past, but it is very difficult for He Yan now.

There were people around who were taller than He Yan. Most of those who joined the army were strong, tall and mighty. Even those who were not so tall were mostly from poor families and used to hard work. Although running in circles with sandbags on their backs was tiring, it was not so bad. There were very few people as weak as He Yan. The few who were weak died on the way to Liangzhou. It can be said that at the foot of Baiyue Mountain, in the Liangzhou guard post, He Yan was the weakest one in terms of physical qualifications.

The brothers Shitou and Xiaomai ran very fast. When they hunted in the mountains, they often had to chase prey. They tied the prey they shot to their bodies and carried it around with them. It was a common practice for them, so it was quite easy for them. Hongshan was probably a little older, so he was a little out of breath after running a lap. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Oh, this is really not a human thing to do."

He didn't hear He Yan's answer. He looked back and saw that He Yan was already more than ten steps behind him. He slowed down his pace a little, waiting for He Yan to come forward and ask, "Ah He, can you still hold on? I see you're feeling a little uncomfortable."

He Yan's face was pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead to his chin and then sank into his clothes. Carrying a sandbag, he looked like one of those children at the docks in Beijing who were sold by their parents to gangs to do hard labor. It was unbearable to watch.

"I'm fine, Brother Shan, don't worry about me. You run first. I can't run fast, so let me run slowly behind you." He Yan said with a smile, "If you finish running early, you can go to the shed to rest. Don't wait for me."

"Why don't you tell the coach," Hong Shan said hesitantly. Seeing that no one around them was paying attention to them, he leaned in and whispered, "Or you can run a few fewer laps secretly. No one will see you anyway."

"I know what's going on." He Yan laughed, "Brother Shan, you go first. We'll meet up later."

Hong Shan confirmed again and again that He Yan didn't need help, and then he ran away with the sandbag on his back. He Yan shook his head and showed a helpless smile.

Tell the coach that you can't do it? How is that possible? Once you enter the military camp, you have to do it even if you can't. Secretly run two fewer laps? How is that possible? Now it seems that there are no people around, but these coaches are very smart, and there are hidden supervisors on the roadside. If you really run a few fewer laps secretly, it is a violation of military discipline and you will be dragged out and beaten. She knew this when she was a general, but when she was a soldier, there was no reason for her to get involved in it.

But... she wiped the sweat rolling down her eyelids and looked at the golden sun hanging above her head.

It’s so hot!

…

Someone came out of the guardhouse.

Cheng Lisu fanned himself with his folding fan, looked at the distant mountain peaks covered by clouds, and said happily: "The scenery here is so beautiful, ten thousand times more beautiful than the capital! Uncle really has a good eye!"

Xiao Jue followed behind him, wearing a black gold robe with cloud patterns, a long sword slung across his waist, eyes like stars, lips like vermilion, elegant and graceful, like a young man of a noble family who happened to pass by, adding a touch of brightness to this bitter and cold place.

"They are running, tsk tsk tsk," Cheng Lisu shook his head, "If I were asked to do this, I would definitely not last more than a quarter of an hour."

"Then go back." His answer was cold and sarcastic.

"Ah, what are you talking about? The wind is so strong, I can't hear you...Uncle, look who's here?" Cheng Lisu changed the subject abruptly.

The person who came was Coach Shen Han. He stopped in front of the two of them, saluted to Xiao Jue, and said, "Commander-in-Chief."

"How are the new recruits?" Xiao Jue asked.

"It looks pretty good. There are a few things that don't work, but they may get better with practice." Shen Han replied.

"What's wrong with that guy?" Cheng Lisu pointed to the distance, "It looks like he's about to run to his knees."

But on the long road, there was a short young man running. He was running too slowly. He had already opened up a large distance with the team in front of him. In fact, he looked so weak that the sandbag on his back was heavier than he was.

"Those are Liang Ping's soldiers, running their fourth lap."

"The fourth lap?" Xiao Jue raised his eyebrows.

The others had already started their seventh lap, but this guy had only started his fourth lap. He was so far behind that he said calmly, "My qualifications are too poor."

Cheng Lisu and Shen Han looked at each other without saying a word. Xiao Jue stamped their names as "too poorly qualified", which meant they were really poor and could not go to the battlefield.

"It doesn't matter if his qualifications are too poor," Cheng Lisu thought of something and smiled, "It's not bad to be a team leader. What if he has good skills?"

He Yan, who was expected to have "good skills", had run so fast that she didn't know what to say. The sandbags on her body were really heavy, but she had to continue. Because she clearly understood that the current physical training was just the beginning, and after a while, she would gradually add skill training, such as bows, crossbows, swords and arrows.

But if you can't even withstand physical training, you are not qualified to continue skill training and will be thrown directly into service as a soldier.

She doesn't want to be a soldier.

Near the pergola, Hongshan finished his last lap and finally found Xiaomai and Shitou who were resting in the pergola. He went over and sat down next to them.

Xiao Mai looked around and asked, "Where's Brother He? Hasn't he come out yet?"

"I don't know. I didn't see him." Hong Shan was also a little worried. "Could this kid be unable to run and come out?"

"Didn't you tell Brother He to run two fewer laps secretly?" Xiao Mai whispered, "No one saw it anyway."

"I've already told him! This kid is stubborn and doesn't listen to me. What can I do?" Hong Shan spread his hands.

As the two were talking, Shitou suddenly said, "Here I come."

Several people followed his gaze and saw a young man running slowly towards the end of the long path in the forest. The sandbag he was carrying was too big for his body, his hair was wet and tangled, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead to his chin and sank into the mud under his feet. He ran past the arbors and did not look over here, but continued forward and started a new lap.

"He's still trying to run..." Xiao Mai murmured.

He Yan didn't stop.