During normal time period, after training in the morning, they still have two hours of rest at noon.

Everyone thought that it was nothing to be hungry, and such high-intensity training in the morning had already left them with no appetite to eat.

They just want to go back to the dormitory and have a good sleep now.

They no longer have any strength at this time.

At this moment, the whistle of the emergency gathering sounded again, and everyone let out a wail, and then dragged their tired bodies to form again.

Zhang Chujun, who had already had lunch, walked slowly to them.

"You really disappointed me. With just such a training, there is only one person who can reach the end within the specified time."

"95% of people have even given up halfway, and very few people have really returned to the end."

Zhang Chujun walked in front of everyone with a dark face: "Maybe you think it's nothing to be hungry, I also know that many of you still have snacks hidden in your dormitories."

"So I've just asked someone to search each dormitory and clean up all the snacks you have hidden."

"From now on, if more than 10 people give up all the training in the future, then this devil training will continue."

"And I can guarantee that every game of training in the future will be more difficult than the previous one."

Hearing Zhang Chujun's words, everyone started to wail.

Some people have even started to complain that they are just ordinary local troops and cannot even be considered special forces.

Why do you need to do such high-intensity training?

Many of them don’t even want to stay in the army, thinking of retiring from the army as soon as two years arrive.

Zhang Chujun's usual training requirements have already made them complain. Today, they are becoming more and more dissatisfied with discipline.

"Battery Commander, please wake up quickly. You won't have much effect in practicing like this. With such high-intensity training, won't you take our lives?"

"That's right, battalion commander, you can't just use us to sweep it just because you are not convinced, right? If you have the ability, you can practice it yourself. What's the use of messing with us all day long?"

...

Suddenly, the soldiers below mustered up the courage to resist Zhang Chujun.

Zhang Chujun's face was getting ugly and he was about to get angry.

When Jiang Fan saw Zhang Chujun's appearance, he shook his head helplessly.

Then he walked to Zhang Chujun, held Zhang Chujun's shoulder like an old friend, and put his mouth on his ear and whispered: "Battery Commander, your training like this is ineffective, and it will even have a counterproductive effect."

"If you believe me, you might as well do what I said."

Zhang Chujun was a little confused by Jiang Fan's actions. You should know that the soldiers under him were as scared as mice or cats when they saw him.

He didn't even have the courage to talk to him, let alone begging him like Jiang Fan.

The soldiers below were also stunned. Everyone who was already very resentful of them instantly forgot to get angry and looked at Jiang Fan and Zhang Chujun very strangely.

"Talk well! Stand for me!"

After Zhang Chujun reacted, he quickly lined up Jiang Fan's hands from his shoulders with a dark face and scolded him sternly.

Jiang Fan stood up with a smile, and then said, "Battery Commander, you have to know that not everyone wants to be the King of Soldiers."

"You train them like this, it will only make them feel resentful to you in their hearts."

"I know you do this to make them stronger and stronger, for their good."

"But you also have to obey the people's will, right? Besides, do you think the King of War is so easy to practice?"

"According to your standards, if you have hundreds of people under your command become the King of War, the King of War will be in a mess."

Zhang Chujun's brows frowned as he listened to Jiang Fan's words.

He naturally knew what Jiang Fan said, but he was just dissatisfied.

"Didn't you practice this? Since you can do it, then they can do it too."

Zhang Chujun said with his neck stammering.

Jiang Fan was amused by his competitive appearance and said helplessly: "Battery Commander, I tell you the truth. Even if you have been practicing like this for more than ten years, they will not be able to reach my current level."

"Don't talk about them, just your old comrades in special forces, it's easy for me to pick ten of them."

"The training method I told you is commonplace for me. You see, I have run for so long, is there anything I have to do?"

"It's not that I'm arrogant, but sometimes, you have to admit defeat."

Hearing Jiang Fan's words, Zhang Chujun's anger suddenly ignited.

"Let's go! Let's practice!"

Zhang Chujun was a real soldier king in the past. He was naturally very unhappy when Jiang Fan looked down upon him like this. He was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. He just pulled him to fight him one-on-one.

"Battery Commander, don't be fine, you can't beat me."

Jiang Fan politely refused.
Chapter completed!