"Buji, you, you run away first and don't worry about me. We will both be punished if you do this. Why don't you earn my share back?"
Cao'er panted and said to Buji next to her. Buji had been following her to look after her because she was worried that she would not be able to bear it. At this time, she had fallen far behind. Except for a few sickly scholars behind her, no one could compare with them. Slower.
Buji has never been a hesitant person. He knew that Cao'er was right, so after looking at Cao'er, he decisively started to speed up.
Practicing swordsmanship all year round has given him a lot of physical energy. In the past few years, due to the lack of nutrition, his physical development was not very good and he felt lean. During this time, under Wei Feng's feeding, his body has improved a little. It feels sexy, but the time is too short after all. It may not be easy to follow the students of the Ministry of War and run down in one breath, but it is still very easy to catch up with most scholars.
The time was passed by the students running with all their strength. Most of the students from the Ministry of War were "rewarded" by Zhao Daxin. Except for a few who were lucky enough to receive heavy-duty clothing, most were only rewarded with laps. The children of the aristocratic families also Not too bad.
Only the imperial examination students were in a normal situation. Most of them did not set any additional requirements, and a small number of them only had one or two extra laps to practice.
One circle around the training ground is about three hundred feet, and ten circles around it are about ten kilometers. Moreover, the ground of the training ground is not a flat stone road, which is equivalent to about ten kilometers of cross-country.
The physical fitness of the students here is generally better than that of the students Wei Feng met in his previous life. They should be able to complete it regardless of the time limit. Based on Wei Feng's guess about the school's style, something will probably go wrong in this case.
Sure enough, after everyone finished running a lap, Zhao Daxin took a long whip from the weapon rack and held it in his hand. He walked to the field with a bright smile and shouted to the students with ill intentions: "Run faster, I'm here." Point, I will remember the time of each of you. As long as the time of each subsequent lap is higher than the first lap, I will reward him with a whip for every ten more breaths."
After saying that, he also danced a whip in the air, which scared many students to tremble, and their feet suddenly moved three points faster.
How cruel, Wei Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Most people were in the best condition during the first lap, and ran relatively high results. From the second lap, many people put on weights, trying to catch up with the first lap. The lap time is not easy.
The whipping was both a physical punishment and a psychological offensive. No one wanted to be whipped, and no one wanted to be whipped in front of all their classmates. He had no doubt that some students would overdraw themselves in the second round due to pressure, or even Can't survive the second lap.
As he expected, just when Wei Feng was about to finish his seventh lap, the last few sickly scholars were already panting like bellows, out of breath, their steps were sloppy while running, and they were about to run away at any moment. Falling down.
Finally, just halfway through the second lap, the last student fell to the ground with a thud and fell into a coma.
"Trash." Zhao Daxin cursed in a low voice that only he could hear. He immediately raised his body and rushed to the man's side. He swung the long whip in his hand, rolled up the fallen student, and threw him in the direction of the locker room.
The unconscious student was thrown high into the air and drew an arc in the air. He was caught by a figure when he was about to land. Unexpectedly, several instructors were already waiting on the sidelines. One of them caught the A candidate took off his clothes and threw them into a medicine pool behind the locker room.
This is a recovery medicine soup prepared by the Academy. It is not used for body training. Its main function is to help quickly recover from injuries and strengthen the physical body.
It seemed that the first person to fall to the ground blew some kind of horn, and one after another of those at the back couldn't hold on and fell to the ground. Zhao Daxin also threw them out of the field, and then they were caught by other instructors and thrown into the medicine pool. , until one of them came, he threw his long whip on that person's back without hesitation.
"Snapped."
The sound of the whip was clear and crisp, and the skin and flesh of the man's back were torn apart.
The person who fell to the ground suddenly felt pain, and suddenly jumped up from the ground in shock, but he could not fully rebound. His physical strength could not keep up and he staggered to the ground. He curled up and screamed on the ground because of the severe pain on his back. With.
Zhao Daxin only said to him coldly: "Pretend to be unconscious. You don't have to come tomorrow. Zhige Academy is not for cowards. Get out now."
The student gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground. His face was pale and his back was bloody. In the end, he did not open his mouth to argue and left with his head lowered.
"Snapped."
Another crack of a whip woke everyone up from their shock, followed immediately by Zhao Daxin's iconic loud voice: "You kid, if you run four breaths slower than the first lap, you will be rewarded with a whip."
Only then did the students react, and each of them jumped a little faster. Only when the whip fell on their classmates did they truly realize that the instructor was really hitting them.
However, this whip was not as severe as the previous one. It only left a red and swollen whip mark on the student's arm, which made him grin in pain for a while.
After that, there were only a few sounds on the field, the heavy footsteps and breathing of students, the sound of exhausted people falling to the ground in a coma, and the shouts of Zhao Daxin cracking his whip.
The number of remaining students on the field is gradually decreasing, but none of the students from the Ministry of War have been eliminated. Some of them would rather fight for a few whips and control their breathing as much as possible to prevent themselves from being killed because they can't keep up. faint.
As time goes by, more and more people feel that they are gradually unable to keep up. Although they have learned from the experience of the person who just left the field and know that training is for themselves, they still have the determination to do so under the torment of this fatigue. He fainted and fell down, ending the torture.
Until the instructor on the sidelines sent a student back to the court, everyone took a moment to take a look, and vaguely remembered that he was one of the first students to be unconscious.
Zhao Daxin said to the man, but the voice seemed to ring in everyone's ears: "Return to the team and keep running. I will continue to throw you out when you are unconscious. Come back when you wake up. Today's training will not end until you finish ten laps."
I want to cry but have no tears. This is the only thought in the hearts of many candidates at this time. It turns out that fainting is not the end. These ten laps must be completed no matter what, so what are you thinking about? Just run away.
But despite this, the number of people in the field is still decreasing, and most of them are really unable to hold on. Especially under the dual psychological and physiological pressure created by Zhao Daxin, it is easier to overdraw in advance.
When Wei Feng finished his nineteenth lap, less than half of the people in the field were left. The attrition situation of female students was better than that of male students. He also saw that Cao'er's face was pale and his breath was weak, and there were several marks on his arms. Weep marks, but still kept running.
When Wei Feng finished the twenty-third lap, his mind was already a little groggy. Even with his physical fitness, he was a little tired. And at the beginning of the twenty-fourth lap, he received Zhao Daxin's whip for the first time. By this time two-thirds of the people had left.
This whip was stronger than that of other students. Zhao Daxin's strength was determined according to his personal constitution. Although Wei Feng could definitely resist it, the pain would definitely be more severe than others.
The severe pain in his arm made him wake up a little, and he could barely increase his speed, but it was difficult to reach the state of the previous laps.
On the twenty-sixth lap, several bright red whip marks on one arm were very eye-catching. His steps were no longer so steady, his stride length was no longer precise, and his strength was no longer so controlled.
On the twenty-ninth lap, he had very little thinking ability left and had no extra energy to pay attention to other students. He just gritted his teeth and insisted on persevering, so he did not notice that less than one-tenth of the students were left in the field. The students are still persisting.
If he were still awake, he would find that many people were moving with difficulty, and the speed could not be compared with the beginning. However, Zhao Daxin did not crack the whip again. Even if he remembered the specific time of each student, he would also find that Zhao Daxin The whip does not follow the rules he says it does.
But he was not so awake. Physical fatigue would lead to brain drowsiness, unless the practitioner could use his Yuan Power to force himself to wake up. However, the people present were all ordinary people, and the only practitioner had dispersed all his Yuan Power.
When Wei Feng was running the thirtieth lap, most of the remaining students were on the ninth or tenth lap, which showed that Zhao Daxin's prediction of everyone was still very accurate. However, one person completed the task, and it was none other than Pei Hansheng.
But his steps didn't stop. Even though his eyes were bloodshot and dark, even though his steps were frivolous and his breath was disordered, and it was difficult for me to even speak, he glanced at Wei Feng's still running figure and said nothing. Started his nineteenth lap.
When he finished the thirtieth lap, Wei Feng himself was a little sluggish due to his mental trance and had not yet reacted, but Cang Gou who had been following behind him gave a timely reminder: "Woo~"
Wei Feng heard the barking of the gray dog and looked at its lively appearance. He thought it was just provoking and showing off. He rolled his eyes with all his strength and gasped: "Okay, you gray dog, you, you are mocking Yes, today, I must let you see the strength of the little long-distance running prince of my No. 1 Middle School on Xingfu Road, you, you wait."
Cang Gou blinked innocently, "I'm not, I didn't, you're talking nonsense," but Wei Feng ran away, so it could only run with him.
At this moment, Wei Feng's eyes were turning dark and white. He almost didn't roll his eyes at himself just now. He only had two thoughts in his mind. First, Zhao Daxin is quite capable, and my calculations are really accurate. Secondly, Zhao Daxin is quite capable. Two, but this old boy underestimated my determination to collect wool.
The strong smell of medicine on the returning students confirmed his suspicion that the academy indeed had a medicine pool prepared, and the more sufficient training the medicine pool has, the better the effect would be.
And he is not completely exhausted yet, so he goes to soak at this time. Isn't it a cheap school? When it comes to gathering wool, if you can gather ten strands, you can't just pluck up nine and a half. Today, either I, Wei, will run away and die here. , or the sheep in the academy will be bald! ——
It’s five thousand and five thousand again. How about half a chapter?
(End of chapter)
