Martial Sage

Half of the sky was reflected in the setting sun, and the hiss of the barracks had calmed down.

The soldiers who had been training for a day began to leave in twos and threes, and went to the sleeping quarters, took off their own food box, and went to the kitchen to have a meal.

Cheng Chumo took two soldiers to shuttle among the running soldiers, holding a scroll in his hand, which was the list written by Tang Hao last night.

The burly school lieutenant carried the armor he had just taken off, and saw Cheng Chumo and the three of them looking around, and hurriedly ran over.

On the sweaty cheeks, there was an inexplicable tension on the expression that had just relaxed.

Cheng Chumo is a well-known devil instructor in the military camp. Running with his back, fighting in the mud, and the ten-kilometer cross-country are all arranged by this man.

So that the current sergeant, seeing this officer's first reaction is to dodge, for fear that he is making some torturing new recruits.

"General Cheng,"

A sonorous and powerful polite question came from the burly man in front of him, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone with a gleam of perspiration.

Cheng Chumo looked at Captain Lieutenant with a serious face, and said solemnly.

"Training intensity, and strength to speak!"

"Intensify efforts tomorrow!"

The eyebrows of the figure in front of him were twisted in an instant, and then relaxed in an instant, and he replied solemnly with his head held up and his chest tall.

"Yes!"

Cheng Chu silently passed the name list in Yang Yang's hand.

"At the hour of a stick of incense, I want to watch the soldiers on the list!"

It was actually a list, not a cruel training project, the school lieutenant's heart was somewhat ecstatic.

As soon as he took the list in his hands, the school lieutenant ran away, for fear that the terrifying instructor would arrange some strange projects for himself.

After a while.

A strange scene appeared throughout the barracks.

In front of the long-row room, the sleeping tents lying all over the place, and the side of the bathing pool, are full of the voices of school lieutenants shouting their names.

Unbiased, the incense in front of Cheng Chumo, when it burned to the last point, the three hundred soldiers inscribed on the scroll stood neatly in front of Cheng Chumo.

Because the notification was too hasty, and there was no shortage of whips in the hands of the school lieutenant, when many soldiers rushed, their clothes were disheveled and they were quite embarrassed.

Sweeping from these soldiers, Cheng Chumo's face became gloomy.

"Look at you!"

"If a war breaks out, it looks like this, how to fight it?"

When everyone thought that punishment was inevitable, Cheng Chumo waved his hand.

"Half a tea hour, bring your bag and set off!"

Soldiers regard the execution of military orders as their bounden duty, and they did not dare to ask where they were going or what they were doing. In my mind, only the approaching hour was whirling.

A swarm came, and a swarm rushed back to the dormitory, holding his own luggage, and hurried to the school again.

Those soldiers carrying their jobs and looking at the hurrying figures of the soldiers have become accustomed to them.

Just because they are Tang Hao's subordinates, and just because they have a mysterious special identity.

It was quite easy for a team of three hundred people to gather together. At the moment when they stood neatly in front of Cheng Chumo, many people were panting, waiting to arrange new tasks.

Looking at the soldiers, who were obviously faster than before, Cheng Chumo, who was sitting at the top of the school field, finally showed a gratified smile.

"Not bad, a lot faster!"

With just this simple sentence, many soldiers were already happy.

Some people worry about the rice that Cheng Chu silently put on the table, licking their lips and swallowing saliva.

The two bites of food that I had picked up have already been put aside by myself. I don't know how long it will take for the task at hand before I can go back to pick up the two bites.

But Cheng Chumo didn't seem to have any intention to speak. He picked up the bamboo chopsticks on the table, and feasted in front of the square of three hundred people, regardless of the feelings of the soldiers around him.

After a stick of incense, a bowl of rice has bottomed out.

Cheng Chu silently wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up.

"very good!"

"Set off!"

There are no instructions, just a few words

The soldiers had all kinds of doubts in their hearts, but they never dared to mention them.

This kind of thing is not only in military camps, but the same situation has occurred throughout Chang'an.

In the foundry workshop, the soldier in yellow armor raised the token in his hand and looked at the craftsman who was beating the iron rod indifferently.

"The Ministry of War is iron fate, take it away!"

The panicked craftsman was immediately taken away by the soldiers, causing the craftsmen around him to be jealous.

Even in the royal kitchen, there was a figure of yellow armor flying through it.

No one knows what happened, and no one dared to ask why these people were taken away by the soldiers.

Because that yellow armor is a symbol of the royal family, marking the honorable status of this majesty's personal soldier.

As night fell, soldiers dressed in disguise, brought these people gathered from all over the imperial city, and walked out of the city.

Tang Hao let out his plain clothes and appeared in a place one mile on the outskirts of the city. Standing beside him was a sound of black clothes and eighteen black knights holding Tang swords.

The brought crowd gathered from all sides one after another, and Tang Hao's majestic voice brushed over everyone's head.

"From today, you will be anonymous, and all will be named after the type of work number."

"We are about to reach a barren mountain, cut off from the world, until the equipment is born before we can go out..."

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