Great Tang’s Unparalleled National Teacher

"Oh oh...Lord, I..."

Du Ziteng looked towards Zhang Feng in a trance, hesitated and said: "Lord, you just said Every day they have sandbags tied to their legs and steel on their backs to run five laps around Chang'an City? Do two hundred push-ups at noon? By the way, what are push-ups? Do you want to practice arrows? You are not afraid to let these guys out of practice. "

"No."

Zhang Feng waved his hand, said resolutely: "I have arranged it so that the systematic training will not only prevent them from training, On the contrary, it can make them stronger. You don’t have to worry about it. You just need to help me supervise them every day."

Indeed, he used the method of training special forces for later generations. This kind of training is very High-intensity, ordinary people can't accept it at all, but for those who have served as soldiers, it is quite acceptable. Even if they are not used to it at the beginning, they will gradually accept it.

It’s just that Du Ziteng doesn’t know. He originally thought Lord’s method was a bit too powerful, and bodyguards couldn’t accept it. After hearing this, it’s relieved, faintly said: "Lord has a point."

Zhang Feng took a deep breath of cigarette and said indifferently: "You order people to prepare some meat, prepare some hot water, and let these guys eat after they finish running."

Du Ziteng took a deep look at the wailing guard. For such a moment, he was a little envious of these guys. Lord not only served delicious food and drink, he also added a lot of money to the original salary, which is simply huge. He even joined in a little bit, but thinking about having to face such high-intensity training every day, his legs could not help but tremble a little, so he had to accept the decree and leave faintly.

"I will give Laozi a little faster, don’t dare."

Zhang Feng glanced at the guards behind and sternly scolded him, but he was determined to build these guys. As a role like a special soldier, now he has not run two laps before he actually starts to slap his prongs? How can you not be angry?

The backward guard seemed to know that Lord was berating them. He gave Zhang Feng a bitter look, wiped the sweat from his forehead, put away the old man’s tongue, and continued to chase the forerunner in front of him. .

The bodyguards’ gasps echoed in the yard, their foreheads were sweaty like beans, and they kept leaning down until they landed on their clothes, shoes, and even their feet. Soon, they The ground under my feet was wet and a piece of soil, the sweat mixed with the fragrance of the earth exudes a peculiar smell.

Zhang Feng looked around at everyone like a falcon, and kept shouting: "One, two, one, two, one..."

"From now on, this will be your slogan, every time You must shout out when you are running, and your footsteps must be consistent with the slogan. Now you start shouting, one or two......"

Everyone has long been tired and half-dead, how can there be physical strength to shout this messy slogan? They were sticking out their tongues, and the expressions all were a bit blurred, as if they were about to faint.

Zhang Feng saw that there was no reaction, and he was immediately furious and was about to reprimand, but he did not know who loudly shouted: "One, two, one, two, one..."

He followed the reputation, I saw a big man running in the front wiping the sweat on his forehead, and his mouth kept screaming. This sound seemed to be the scream of all his strength, rough and high-pitched.

This person...

Zhang Feng has a faint influence.

He remembered that this man often stood guard at the door, but he couldn't remember his name. He had to ask later.

Thinking, he took a deep look at the big guy again, and was about to say something to encourage morale. Unexpectedly, a series of messy howls sounded: "One two... One two one..."

The sound was made by all the guards. They were already tired and half alive. They really didn’t have the energy or the mind to shout any slogans, but with the first beginning, it was different. It seemed to be caused in an instant. A fire in their bodies made them have to explode.

Indeed, Zhang Feng’s slogan is well-founded and highly dependent. As long as the first person starts, the people behind are as if they are infected, and they all roar involuntarily. It is equivalent to throwing next moment spark on a grassland. The flames are not very big at first, but they will gradually infect the surrounding areas. The instant flames are great, and the sparks of sparks can start a prairie fire. These guards can't be used to describe these guards.

They don’t even know how they spoke when they were about to run out of energy. Anyway, if they had the first one, they would just shout along with them. Gradually, their voices became more and more orderly, and even louder and louder. .

"One, two... One, two, one..."

A burst of high-pitched and loud voices spread inside and outside Zhang Mansion. The maid with bright ears seemed to have heard something and screamed With a sound, the companions around him gathered around, and within a moment, the yard was full of maids watching.

"Wow, this is that Ning Xiao, his friend is masculine, look at him, he is the first."

"If you want to talk about masculinity, you still have to watch Kang Shuang, look at his bulging muscles, you can see them even through his clothes, especially the Master who is soaked in sweat, wow, I can’t stand it anymore, please help me."