Su Dingfang had led everyone back to the camp unknowingly because he had been thinking wildly.
However, Su Dingfang's footsteps became heavier and heavier, and his breathing became more difficult. The large beads of sweat soaked the clothes on his body as if for free, as if he wanted to dry out the last trace of moisture in his body.
Licking the corners of his chapped lips with difficulty, Su Dingfang felt his eyes turning black.
If he hadn't held on with his firm will, he might have collapsed long ago.
Once he falls, it means he has to quit, which Su Dingfang cannot tolerate.
I remember Yang Fan's words, 'You will regret it...' when he first came to Junyangfang, with a hint of teasing and even joy in his tone.
Although he didn't know why the Marquis Zhongyi was so 'preferred' to him when they first met, Su Dingfang was really flattered.
Su Wen heard that this loyal and righteous prince was narrow-minded, easily held grudges, and liked to torture people.
Could it be because I often contradicted him when I first came here? Then deliberately humiliate and torture yourself?
Because every time the burden on me and the learning tasks are more than double that of others!
At this time, Su Dingfang was a little upset. If he was really forced to quit due to training, how could he live up to the trust and trust of his teacher Li Jing.
But Su Dingfang didn't know that it was precisely because he heard Su Dingfang's name that Yang Fan deliberately trained him.
Su Dingfang is a well-known handsome man. If he is trained well and combined with Xue Rengui's swords, he can be said to be invincible in the army.
This is why Yang Fan asked Su Dingfang to lead these people in training as soon as he arrived.
Su Dingfang forced his blurred eyes to look back.
The neat team just now was a little sparse and unorganized, and many people were even crawling on their hands and feet, sticking out their tongues like dogs.
But no one fell behind, no one gave up, which made Su Dingfang nodded with satisfaction.
You must know that every training has a continuous sitting system.
If too many people fall behind, flee or quit, he, the leader, will also be punished.
Looking at the training camp a few hundred meters away, although night had begun to fall, Su Dingfang could still vaguely see a person standing upright on the general stage.
You don't need to think about it to know that he must be the loyal and righteous prince that everyone admires and fears.
Su Dingfang mustered up all his strength and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Keep on holding on, we will arrive at the camp soon. Marquis Zhongyi has prepared hot meals for us in the camp. Please work harder and don't let our brothers fall behind." ”
As soon as these words came out, the half-grown men who were already strong crossbowmen howled loudly, and a little strength came out of their sore legs and feet. They all rushed to catch up.
Thinking that there were enough meat tubes in the camp, the group of boys who were moved by the smell of fish suddenly started to howl.
There is no other way. In this era where you can only eat half a full meal, eating a full meal is something that no one can even imagine.
Yang Fan stood on the general stage, and the night gradually enveloped him, but his eyes were shining brightly, looking at the group of people rushing towards him screaming.
At this time, Yang Fan was in a good mood. If these people could complete various trainings according to his own ideas, any one of them would be qualified to serve as a general in the general army.
It is even more terrifying for this group of people with extremely high military literacy to form a team.
Because this group of people can move in unison like waving their arms and waving their fingers, this battalion will become the most terrifying war machine of this era.
It is definitely every man's lifelong dream to be able to control such an ultra-era force.
For men, they advocate iron-bloodedness and conquest, and conquering women is only a small part of it. The wider world will be on a bloody battlefield.
Although Yang Fan is a novice when it comes to fighting, who has given him more than a thousand years of experience than people of this era?
Even in later generations, soldiers trained in this way are the strongest in the world.
The loyalty and iron discipline of the people's soldiers in later generations have verified everything.
What's more, Yang Fan is preparing to develop a batch of weapons in Junyangfang that are far ahead of this era.
Due to the limitations of the industrial base, although it is impossible to build machine guns and cannons, ordinary guns are still possible.
In this Tang Dynasty, where people use their legs to travel and kill people with knives, even a gun can lead this era.
After all, when hot weapons are against cold weapons, just crush them.
In the face of absolute strength, all strategies are just tricks to bluff people.
Although the steelmaking process needs to be further improved and improved to create a durable gun barrel, this is what Yang Fan planned.
A few days ago, Yang Fan specially used hundreds of thousands of taels of gold to exchange for the manufacturing process of seamless steel pipes.
Although it is impossible to make a heat-resistant barrel for a machine gun or cannon, there should be sufficient measures to make a barrel for a trigger gun.
While thinking, night gradually enveloped the earth, like a big mouth trying to swallow the world.
However, in the camp of Junyangfang, a bright white light rose up, piercing the gaping hole. Everyone in the camp was already used to it.
Of course, Yang Fan didn't want to explain, nor would he explain.
If you tell a group of ancient people who don't know anything about electric lights, can they understand you when you talk about solar light bulbs?
Besides, Yang Fan only used these things to facilitate training and did not intend to spread them out.
The high-tech products in the system are too expensive, which is why Yang Fan rarely exchanges the items inside.
Gold is so scarce that the landlords have no surplus food!
Su Dingfang shouted to organize the team, and then he dragged his heavy steps and loudly reported to Yang Fanhui who was in a daze: "General, the 626 people of the storm battalion have been trained. Do you want to disperse and have dinner?"
Looking at these disgraced soldiers, Yang Fan couldn't help but frown, and the stench of sweat came out.
Speaking of this era, what is the most unbearable thing for Yang Fan?
Of course it’s a health issue!
Ancient people said that all hair is inherited from their parents, so they all had long hair.
Even if Yang Fan is the chief officer, it is impossible for him to change the concept of this era and let them cut their hair and train.
So now one or two of them can hardly see their faces, and even the long hair on their heads is so dirty and sticky.
Yang Fan glanced at everyone, then looked at Su Dingfang with a cold face, and scolded: "Look at you, you are dirtier than the cattle in the fields, and your hair looks like it has been soaked in lard. Isn't it disgusting?"
At this time, Su Dingfang was too tired to move. If he hadn't used his will to hold on, he would have fallen down long ago.
So he smiled bitterly and said: "General, we are tired and hungry now. Can we let everyone eat and rest for a while before taking a shower?"
All the soldiers also nodded quickly, hoping that Yang Fan would be extra merciful today.
But these soldiers thought too well.
