The setting sun was sinking in the west, the wind was cold, the snow was tight, and Ouyang walked alone on the official road from the north of Jinyang City to the military camp.

He dragged Ouyang's shadow for more than a meter and threw it into the field of snow mud and dry grass. A crow roared alone, pulling Ouyang back from his frowning and meditation.

He stopped and looked at the swaying black crow in front of him, and sighed a long sigh.

Before leaving, he explained everything carefully, including restaurants, blacksmiths, grocery shops, Wulang's master and senior brother, Yun Niang's relatives and friends, the selection of chefs, the search for orphans, etc. The big business looks prosperous, but it requires several times or even dozens of times of energy and effort. Fortunately, Ouyang got the license to go back to the city at will when he was free, and he could also make the decision on his business and take the helm. Otherwise, it would be impossible to hold on with a mother and two sister-in-law in the family without a man.

Along the way, what lingers in his mind is not business matters. After all, he has sufficient funds and has decided to go the general direction. Just follow the steps. What he can't let go of the most is the arrival and confession of Changsun Linling.

As an unexpected accident, Ouyang never expected that the fairy he once said would come to the door in person, and he did not expect that she and Di Xue would appear on the same day. The most unimaginable thing was that she confessed her passionate love for her in front of everyone, and even later she cut off her silver knife and floated away, leaving a lot of sorrow and trouble to herself.

"The water flows even more when you draw a knife and cut off the water, and the sorrow is even more when you raise a glass to relieve your sorrow." He sighed, thinking about it all the way without understanding the emotional entanglement from beginning to end, so he was too lazy to think more, let's see how they decided on their fate.

A cold wind blew, lifting up a lot of dust from the exposed ground, blowing Ouyang's gray-browed face. He spitted out the soil between his teeth and accelerated his pace to the camp...

"Stand up for me, tight legs and tight feet, okay, good, okay, hold on." Before Ouyang could reach his camp, he heard Goro's loud voice across the other camp.

I rushed to the camp in two steps and saw fifty-seven people standing there straight, beads of sweat as big as beans slid down their faces like rain. On this extremely cold winter evening, their faces were steaming. I guess they were trained hard enough, otherwise they would not have had such a large amount of sweat. However, at first glance, except for Ge Ye and Liu Yuxuan who kept wandering around to correct the soldiers, the other fire-long soldiers and his seventh brother and three personal guards were all very well and made considerable progress.

This look made Ouyang feel much better. He lost his life and gained something from the east. He encountered trouble at home, but he didn't expect to give him a surprise in his camp.

He took two steps and suddenly appeared in front of the soldiers, looked at everyone with a smile on his face, and waited for a look back and forth, and shouted in his somewhat hoarse voice: "Rest!"

Among the soldiers, the quick-reacting legs crossed sideways, shoulder-width, and held their hands tightly behind them. The slow-reacting few people also followed suit when they saw others moving. Overall, they reacted quickly and mastered the key points. After all, they had only practiced for two days.

Ouyang couldn't help but feel happy when he saw his slightly changed movements being made neatly by these wolves and tigers: "These people are indeed good people. I really can't figure out how other generals are willing to let such a good seedling come out!"

"I won't say much nonsense. Thank you for your hard work today. Now I'll take a break and eat. After dinner, I will continue to explain the strategic ideas of special operations. Before going to bed, I will soak my feet in hot water for a quarter of an hour to disband." Ouyang gave the order, freeing the soldiers from extreme fatigue. Looking at the soldiers who were supporting the relaxed soldiers, he laughed secretly...

The next day, at the hour of Mao, it was just dawn, and a team of sixty people trotted out along the path outside the military camp. Seeing the speed of the march and the mental outlook of the generals, it was far less exciting than yesterday morning.

The team stopped at the foot of a mountain next to the military camp. As soon as the team stood still, the soldiers noticed Ouyang's strange expression and were secretly shocked that this young instructor would not come up with any torture tricks again.

"Liu Yuxuan, Song Ye." A cold voice rang in a low voice.

"Arrival." Liu Yuxuan and Ge Ye stepped forward and took a military salute, waiting for Ouyang's instructions.

Ouyang had a dark face and said coldly: "From today on the start of training every day, the first thing before training is to take your soldiers, run from here, go around the back mountain and come back. The time cannot exceed half an hour. If anyone comes back more than this time, there is no food to eat in the fire where he is. I don't care how you run, even if you run with him on your back, drag him, and hold him to run, you will run for me within the specified time, you understand!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking in their hearts that it was fortunate that they were just running, which was too easy compared to yesterday's standing military posture and sprinting.

Just as they were secretly glad, Ouyang Yu suddenly pointed to the pile of gravels exposed at the foot of the mountain not far away and said word by word: "There are stones there. Open your marching bags and fill them with them. Tie them around your waist and legs, and set them off immediately after they are tied!"

When the soldiers heard this, they were immediately furious. Let's run away. Why do you get a stone bag? If you run in a circle, you won't be able to run for an hour. Although these people are brave, their patience and explosion are used for a moment of charge. When they usually fight, once they knock on the hole, the infantry behind will surge like a tide. It doesn't require that they have such a long time of endurance. However, in the mountains next to the military camp, if you run around, you will be so tired that you will have to lie on the ground. You have to limit the time and tie the stone bag. Are you crazy?! This young coach of traveling for two days is laughing and joking, but he doesn't want to practice harder than anyone else. He is indeed a demon.

Ouyang pulled out the barrier knife on his waist and said coldly: "Don't forget the military discipline I mentioned. If anyone has the courage, come and try it!"

After saying that, Ouyang ran aside first, picked up nearly thirty or forty kilograms of stones and tied them into a portable marching bag. He held another big stone of about 20 kilograms in his arms, and ran away with his legs.

When everyone saw that the coach had already taken the battle, the weight of the stone they were holding was impossible for them to imagine. They quickly tied the stone bags and rushed towards the back mountain. No one wanted to implicate the comrades in the same fire and had no food to eat.

Not halfway through the journey, except for a few people with excellent endurance or martial arts, the rest were panting and almost coughing out their lungs. Some people couldn't run and fell to the ground. Their fire chief quickly called someone to help him up, and ran forward with pulling and pulling. When they were more than halfway through, everyone could no longer support him, sitting or lying to rest in groups, drinking water in big mouthfuls. The fire chiefs were anxious to see, first persuaded them, then started to scold, and then kicked them hard, but those people just didn't move. It was not that they didn't want to, but that they couldn't bear such high-intensity training.

Ouyang had been not far ahead, deliberately suppressing the speed and leading them to run. Otherwise, at his speed, these people had not run half a lap, and he would have to finish one lap and take another nap.

He turned his head and saw that the group of people behind him were as if he had just entered the military camp in his previous life. He thought to himself that he didn't know how to persevere at that time, but he only remembered that his legs were trembling after running, and he was extremely tired every step he took.

He didn't want to talk about any other principles, but just trotted back to the middle of everyone, put down the big stone in his arms, looked up at everyone, picked up one or two soldiers who were tired, took off the stone bags on their bodies and put them on their shoulders, and then took the big stone back into his arms with some difficulty and continued running forward.

"How many stones are there on the coach's body? I'm afraid it's more than seventy pounds!"

"Can he bear it after running this lap? It's only less than half a lap that I feel like my bones are falling apart. Look, here, my skin is worn out!"

"Damn, the coach of the troop carries us stones. We didn't even get any of them down there. We got up and had to crawl back even if we were a man. We were all lying here like a woman. What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"I'm not afraid of rushing to pull, I'm afraid of making the ball!"

A group of people stood up and supported each other, too lazy to see if the person beside them was a soldier who was furious. A group of men rushed forward with shouts, startling many winter birds that had just woken up.

Ouyang listened to the conversation between the people not far behind him, turned his head and looked at their tilted figures, but his heart warmed up, "Come on." He secretly urged everyone, adjusted the stone bags all over his body, and ran forward.

Ouyang stood at the starting point, and the stone in his body and arms was still there. It was not until another moment later that the last soldier was supported and ran back. He threw the stone aside and praised loudly: "Yes, it took more than an hour to run down this lap today, but no one fell behind, and no one was thrown in the mountains. I saw your unity and mutual assistance, and I was very happy!"

After saying that, he changed his voice and said sternly: "The Special Independent Brigade obeys the order, all the staff gather and walk back to the camp with me!"

Everyone was stunned. What happened to the coach again? Isn’t it okay to take a break for a while? Goro walked up and said, “Brother Eighth brother, I’m almost gone for life in this lap. Brothers are so tired that they are dying. Look, let’s have a rest for a while…”

"If you rest on the spot after such a marching, it will harm you. Get up and walk slowly, so that your muscles and bones will be stretched out, and you won't be able to get up the bed the next day. If you still believe me, the coach, just follow me. If you don't believe that you will rest and go back slowly, but you will know the consequences of not getting up tomorrow morning." Ouyang could not explain to them the knowledge of medicine and physiological kinematics, so he could only briefly explain it and let them see the effect tomorrow morning.

Everyone stood up slowly, and they chose to believe Ouyang Yu. At least so far, he had not done anything that everyone disbelieved. The accumulation of prestige played a role in a few days, and the group gradually moved away with Ouyang.

As soon as he entered the camp gate, the sergeant who had gotten up and finished breakfast was walking towards his camp in groups of three or three. Seeing the team covered in sweat and dirty faces, he couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!