He Yan guessed correctly. Three days later, when they were running with sandbags on their backs, Coach Liang shouted in front of them, "Starting tomorrow, we will run five laps around the camp. The rest of the time we will do weapon drills! So today, run well! If you don't run well, you won't have lunch!"

When they heard this, they were immediately excited. Compared to running non-stop with bags of sand on their backs in the hot summer, weapon training sounded much easier and more like what new soldiers should do. Being able to end this purgatory and enter a new stage may be a sign that they have gradually become a decent Wei soldier.

He Yan understood the hidden meaning behind Coach Liang's words. Today was the last "test". If anyone did not run well or was obviously unable to keep up physically, they would no longer be qualified to do the weapons training later.

He Yan bent over to carry the sandbag. At this time, someone passed by her from behind and suddenly bumped into her body. She stood up and looked. It was the scarred Wang Ba who had snatched her meat bun a few days ago. Wang Ba looked at him and showed a sinister smile, "Boy, after today, you will be a soldier, and your good days are over."

He Yan shrugged: "I don't understand."

"Your two brothers won't follow you forever. A buddy soldier..." He lowered his voice, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, "No one will care even if I kill myself!"

"Then you come and try it." He Yan threw the sandbag onto his back, smiled at him, and said, "By the way, I'm not going to be a team leader, absolutely." After saying that, he turned around and walked up the long road without caring about Wang Ba's expression.

Xiao Mai followed him anxiously and asked, "Brother He, did he give you any trouble just now?"

"How could that be?" He Yan replied with a smile, "We were just chatting for a while."

"Is that so?" Xiao Mai laughed again, "Brother He, you are so amazing. You are running with us without even taking a breath, and you are running so fast!"

Xiaomai and Shitou grew up in the mountains. Hunters have to go out hunting all day long, so they have good physical strength and can run fast. Everyone saw how weak He Yan was at the beginning, but now she is more energetic and relaxed every day, which makes people wonder if she has taken some magic medicine in private.

"Really?" He Yan nodded seriously, "I do have great potential."

On the other side, the coaches gathered together to observe the situation along the long path in the woods.

The daily long-distance running for more than half a month is not only to train the physical strength of the recruits, but also to judge the qualifications of the recruits. They will record it every day, and today is the last record. After today, long-distance running will no longer be a means of judging qualifications, but will become an ordinary training. Because being able to conduct weapon training means that this person has the qualifications to become a new recruit of the Great Wei, and will not die before the war begins due to physical reasons.

There are also strong and weak people in the military camp, and the contrast between the strong and the weak is even more obvious. Those with good qualifications will stand out from the beginning, and those with poor qualifications will be very unnoticeable from the beginning. This is a very unfair thing, after all, no one can change what they are born with.

But there was an accident.

"Old Liang," someone patted Coach Liang on the shoulder, "The boy named He Yan in your team is really a talent."

He Yan was that accident.

Her qualifications were very poor, and she received a unanimous evaluation from the coaches at the beginning. Even if she became a team soldier, everyone was afraid that she would get sick from the smoke of the fire, but she became lighter day by day, and now she can keep up with the team steadily, and even occupy a position at the front of the team.

It's a miracle.

"A rope can saw through a piece of wood, and water can wear away a stone." Coach Liang was very proud. "I have said it before, Liang Ping will not make a mistake. This kid has such a rare determination, and he will be good at everything he does."

"Don't brag," said Du Mao, one of the coaches, who poured cold water on him. "You know that qualifications are qualifications. The reason why he can keep up with the team is because of his hard work!"

This is true. Everyone looked at the boy running with the team. He was of the right age, optimistic, and pleasing to the eye. He ran very well, rarely talked to people around him, and ran seriously. In short, he looked like he was doing this very seriously.

"He has to work very hard to achieve this, but others don't need to work hard and may only need one minute to do it." Du Mao said: "Now he is just running long distances with a sandbag on his back. In the future, weapons training and formation exercises will only become more and more complicated, and he will have to put in more effort than others. In this way, he will never stand out and can only be an ordinary soldier."

"I advise you to focus more on the talented new recruits in your team and not pay too much attention to that kid," Du Mao shook his head. "It doesn't make any sense."

"I can't argue with you, and I'm too lazy to talk to you." Liang Ping was not very happy with what he said, and left with his spear.

But as he walked, he began to wonder in his heart that those coaches had led a lot of soldiers, but in the end, those who could survive on the battlefield or achieve great success were often those who performed brilliantly and had outstanding qualities at the beginning.

The boy had no choice but to work hard...but would hard work really be useful?

…

He Yan finished today's meal in one breath, received his meal, and ate. In the afternoon, Coach Liang suddenly came over, called a dozen soldiers, and left with him.

"Hey, it seems that they are just going to be the comrades." Xiao Mai said, "But do they need so many comrades?"

He Yan smiled and shook his head, "It's just a title. Not all of them cook. Some do other things. Anyway, they don't have to fight directly on the front line."

"That's good," Hong Shan stretched his back lazily, "Isn't it good to be alive without having to risk my life?"

"But Brother He is really happy this time," Xiao Mai said hurriedly, "At least he doesn't have to be a team leader!"

He Yan was unwilling to be a team leader, and this was something everyone knew. She did not refute it, but just smiled and said, "That's good news."

"Will you be given a chance to show off your skills soon?" Hong Shan glanced at her and said teasingly, "You will be able to show off your skills in the next weapons training."

"Well, not really." He Yan thought for a moment before answering.

She is good at swordplay, archery and horseback riding, and spear and infantry marching are not difficult for her. After running for so long, climbing mountains and charging are no problem for her. The only difficulty she has is probably the bow and crossbow.

A crossbow requires tremendous strength, and it is difficult for someone who is not strong and healthy to pull it. Given Miss He's current physical condition, it might be a bit difficult for her to do so.

However, when Xiao Jue trains his troops, he probably won't start with bows and crossbows, right? She thought.

She was wrong.

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Uncle: Are you surprised? Are you surprised? Are you excited?