On the second day, I got up at the same hour as before and went for a long run with a heavy load.

The recruits were miserable, because they had to check something else after yesterday's inspection. All the recruits were required to wear red uniforms, and they had to be neat and tidy when they got up in the morning. Even the beds that were messy at night had to be made neatly before they set out the next morning. If there were any messy beds, they would be checked one more time.

Who could bear it when they were added one after another? Amid the cries of their parents, the new soldiers' military discipline and etiquette were quickly rectified. In just over half a month, the new soldiers, although they did not know how to wield swords and arrows, had already looked decent in terms of military discipline and etiquette.

He Yan also sighed in his heart when he saw this. Although Xiao Jue was a bit evil, his methods were quite powerful. Compared with Commander Xiao, He Yan felt that his previous method of training soldiers was simply too merciful.

As the saying goes, a kind person cannot lead an army, and a righteous person cannot guard money. It seems that she still has a lot to learn from Xiao Jue.

The recruits ran in circles, and the coaches talked to each other in the gaps.

Head coach Shen Han looked at Liang Ping and asked, "Why don't you see the... hey, the weakest guy in your team?"

Over the past few days, everyone knew that among the new recruits coming to Liangzhou Guard, there was a weakest guy, a new recruit under Coach Liang. He was thin and had very poor physical strength. Every morning when he went for a morning run, he would lag behind the others by a large margin. It was okay for one or two days, but after more than three days, almost everyone knew about this person.

It can be said that it is notoriously weak.

"You mean He Yan?" Liang Ping pointed to the mountain path in the distance and said, "He's in the front. Look, the one running after the middleman."

Shen Han looked over and saw a young man running forward on the long road with a sandbag on his back. Although everyone was wearing the same red uniform, the young man was still recognizable at a glance because he was very thin and short.

Shen Han was a little surprised, "Isn't he left behind?"

"How could that be possible?" Liang Ping's face showed a bit of complicated emotions, "This kid is very determined."

Speaking of which, Liang Ping was not optimistic about He Yan at first. To be honest, he had been a coach for so many years and had seen many recruits. He could tell whether he could be a fierce soldier just by looking at him. He Yan's physical qualifications were really too poor. He might have been raised in luxury since he was a child. You could tell at a glance that he had no strength. He ran very hard on the first morning run, and Liang Ping made up his mind at that time: he could only be a teammate.

Unexpectedly, this kid is physically weak but has a strong temper. Even though he lags behind every day, he still runs with the team. Liang Ping also noticed that from the first day to now, he has never tried to slack off, but just runs seriously.

If a rich young man whose family has fallen on hard times becomes a soldier, it is already remarkable that he has such determination and persistence. Moreover, He Yan is not doing useless work.

She seemed to have mastered some tricks, or she had gradually adapted to this kind of long-distance running with a load, from falling behind many laps at the beginning to falling behind less gradually, and now she could barely keep up with the team. Liang Ping even had an illusion that if he continued like this, and ran for a few more days, he might even be the one running in the front.

As he was thinking, he heard Shen Han's voice coming from beside him.

"What's the point of having a strong will? Qualifications are just qualifications. Even if he can barely keep up with the running, the skills training in the future will still be too strenuous for him... I don't know if he can pass the skills training."

Before the skills training, the last morning run is to evaluate the physical fitness and potential of the new recruits in each team. If there are too many who fall behind, there is no chance of even skills training. With limited manpower, it is impossible to allocate so much manpower to invest in unworthy people.

War is cruel. Before a cruel war, we can only choose those who can bear this cruelty.

"I think he can." Liang Ping said.

Shen Han looked at him, and several other coaches beside him also looked at him. Someone said, "Coach Liang, are you sure? Don't make a mistake. You have to know that for so many years, such weak people... can't survive on the battlefield."

Even so... Liang Ping smiled and said, "You also know that the spirit has been tempered for a hundred times and is sharp and unyielding. Who can say for sure about such a thing?"

He looked at He Yan. The young man's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. In the hot summer, his companions who were running with him were gritting their teeth, most of them were impatient, but he was the only one who smiled and did not complain at all.

This kind of determination is really rare.

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He Yan didn't know that she had become the focus of discussion among the coaches. She finished the last lap and put the sandbag away. Hong Shan punched her in the shoulder.

"Hey, good boy, you are amazing." Hong Shan stroked his chin and looked at him, "Now you can keep up with us. Are you happy now? You don't have to be a team leader?"

He Yan laughed, "That's great."

Seeing that she was much better now than she was a few days ago when she was exhausted after running, Hongshan was happy for her. At this time, Xiaomai waved to them from a distance, "Brother He, Brother Shan, hurry up, there are meat buns today!"

After being here for so long, I finally have a good meal. He Yan felt his mouth water when he heard this. Hong Shan also licked his lips and said, "Finally, we have a good meal. Let's go!"

There was porridge in the iron pot, one bowl for each person, and in the big wooden barrel next to it was steaming meat buns, the fragrance could be smelled from a distance. The soldier in charge of distribution stood in front of the barrel, and each person could take one.

He Yan also received one.

She held the bowl of porridge in her hand, and since there was no place to sit, she thought about finding a cool place to sit down and drink her porridge and eat something. From a distance, she saw Xiao Mai, the clever little boy, waving at her under a tree, apparently finding a good place to cool off.

He Yan planned to leave.

She was only halfway there when suddenly, someone passed by her and bumped her shoulder hard, causing her to stagger and spill half the bowl of porridge in her hand.

She didn't hold the meat bun firmly, so it fell to the ground. Just as He Yan was about to reach out to catch it, a hand suddenly shot out from the air and snatched the meat bun away.

She stopped. In front of her stood a tall man with a mustache. There was an old scar from his forehead to his cheek. He looked strong and powerful, with a bandit-like air. He took the meat bun, as if it was natural, and continued walking forward without even looking at He Yan.

One foot was lying in front of the man.

The man paused and looked at the person in front of him.

The young man withdrew his foot, still wearing a polite smile on his face, as if he didn't understand what had just happened. She said, "My dear brother, it seems that you have taken the wrong thing."

"The bun in your hand is mine."

Scarface looked at him strangely, and after a moment, he suddenly laughed out loud, as if he had heard something funny. He spoke in a hoarse and unpleasant voice, "Do you know what you are saying?"

"I said," the young man said calmly, "the bun in your hand is mine."

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