After pondering for a while, He Wuhen became calculating in his heart.

He patted Wu Datou on the shoulder and asked, "Wu Datou, every soldier must participate in the armed battle competition, and the reward is so generous. Don't you plan to take your brothers to participate?"

Wu Datou raised his head and looked at He Wuhen, then lowered his head and said depressedly: "Hey, it's not that I don't want my brothers to participate. It's really because we are not as skilled as others, and it's embarrassing to participate. We have been at the bottom for three consecutive years, and have been despised by other soldiers openly and secretly. Why do we have to humiliate ourselves?"

"As for that reward, no matter how rich it is, it is still a cloud in the sky. How can we catch it? We are toads, how can we eat swan meat?"

Wu Datou's words resonated with the other veterans, and everyone nodded and their faces were dull.

However, what everyone did not expect was that He Wuhen suddenly stood up, pointed at everyone with anger on his face, and said contemptuously: "Okay! I didn't expect that you are indeed a bunch of waste! Even I, the waste young master, don't want to be with you!"

"You know that your skills are not as good as others, and you are afraid of embarrassing, so you don't participate in the martial arts competition. Do you think this way can cover up your ears and not be despised by others?"

"I tell you, I'm wrong. Then others will humiliate you even more unscrupulously, because you are all cowards and don't even have the courage to participate in the competition!"

"All of them are all humans, with one head on both shoulders, what are you missing than others? Do you really think you are a waste? Being born worse than others? Seeing others enjoy the joy of victory, don't you want to fight? Don't you want to wash away the reputation of the waste and make a gorgeous counterattack, which will stunned those who look down on you?"

"Anyway, I just say that all men's belong to me will participate! As the number one playboy in Yujing City, I dare to participate in the competition and rely on hard work to clean up the reputation of waste. Are you even more useless than me?"

He Wuhen's words were like a sharp knife, piercing deep into the hearts of every veteran. The barracks suddenly became silent, and the veterans lowered their heads, clenched their fists, and their bodies were trembling.

After a long time, Li Dazhuang raised his head first, looked at He Wuhen with red eyes, and said firmly: "I've participated. This time, no matter what, I will fight with you, Master!"

"I'll participate too! I'm also a man. At worst, I'll lose someone and lose someone again. I'm afraid of a ball!"

“I will participate too!”

Soon, everyone expressed their opinions. Even the most depressed Wu Datou was inspired by He Wuhen's fighting spirit, screaming for a counterattack from the wastes and washing away the title of wastes.

Who doesn’t like to stand at the highest point with infinite scenery, enjoy the joy brought by victory, and enjoy the envious and admiring eyes of countless people?

Even Wu Datou and others considered themselves uselessness, and they had such fantasies in their hearts. However, these fantasies were shattered again and again by the ruthless reality, so they dare not expect them.

But now with He Wuhen taking the lead, he, the eldest young master who considers himself a waste of Yujing City, is full of fighting spirit, so he infects everyone and is determined to participate in the competition together.

At worst, it’s just a loss of the game and losing another person. What’s there to be afraid of? Anyway, the faces of these people have been lost in the past three years, so it doesn’t matter.

However, it is simple to say but difficult to do.

Although he was determined to fight with He Wuhen and use his own efforts to clean up the reputation of waste in the martial arts competition, the next month would be like hell for everyone.

For the bold words that night, Wu Datou and others suffered a lot and realized what devil training is.

Early in the morning, He Wuhen called Wu Datou and others to get up one hour earlier than the other soldiers, and went to the school to train.

Their training content is not like other soldiers who shout horns and boxing, but running or carrying heavy loads.

Every morning, He Wuhen tied 50 kilograms of sandbags on everyone's legs, allowing them to run to the deepest part of the Yishitian Grand Canyon, and then folded back and ran twice.

It was fifteen miles apart, and two times it was thirty miles apart. Everyone had 50 kilograms of sandbags tied to their legs, so they were struggling to walk, let alone long-distance running.

On the first day, Wu Datou and others were in trouble when they saw the sandbag. After they tied the sandbags to their legs, they all turned into bitter faces, complaining.

They never dared to imagine what it would be like to run thirty miles with loads like this, and they did not dare to try it.

However, He Wuhen did not pity them at all and ignored their complaints.

He Wuhen is now the core leader of this team. His words are more prestigious than Wu Datou, so the training content and methods are determined by him, and others dare not refute it.

Of course, the most critical reason why the nine of them decided to grit their teeth and execute He Wuhen's order after struggling in their hearts was that He Wuhen set an example and took the lead in executing it.

Everyone saw that He Wuhen quietly tied two heavy sandbags to his legs. After giving the order, he ran out of the military camp first and ran towards the depths of the Grand Canyon.

"Damn, even Master He can do it, why can't we do it? Brothers, fight hard!"

Li Dazhuang roared and took a big step, following He Wuhen closely. The others hesitated for a moment and finally followed.

An hour later, everyone came back panting, everyone was sweating profusely, wet and exhausted.

At this time, the wake-up call was just heard in the military camp, and the other soldiers had just gotten up.

Seeing the embarrassing appearance of He Wuhen and others, the soldiers all laughed and secretly laughed at their overestimation.

"No matter how powerful Mr. He is, those nine people are still wasteful. No matter how much they train, they cannot change the fact that wasteful things can't be changed."

"Yes, that's right, just because of the waste they are at the bottom every year, they still want to become famous in the martial arts competition? I'm delusional!"

These words were silent in the ears of He Wuhen, Wu Datou and others. No one paid attention to those who laughed at them wantonly, and only suppressed this anger in his heart and turned it into strength.

After breakfast, He Wuhen did not let everyone rest and began to take them in the quiet corner of the school grounds, doing push-ups, jumping frogs and other extremely physically exhausting movements over and over again.

Wu Datou and others were very curious about these novel training methods and doubted that these trainings that seem to be irrelevant to martial arts practice can improve their combat effectiveness?

He Wuhen did not answer them, but just trained meticulously, always as a good example and set an example.

In the afternoon, Wu Datou and others were training on the school grounds. Everyone had to hold an 800-pound millstone and walk around the school grounds for ten times.

He Wuhen became even more crazy. He actually held a 900-pound stone lock, took the lead for everyone, and stepped out step by step around the school ground.

All of this was seen in the eyes of Wu Datou and others, and they also saw He Wuhen, the playboy, with a hint of indomitableness and firmness on his still tender face.

They saw that He Wuhen was actually more tired and painful than them. He sweated like rain, was red and panting all over. They were all manifestations of exhaustion and exhaustion to the extreme.

But he did not give up or retreat, and he always gritted his teeth and persevered. Even though he was pressed by a 900-pound stone lock, he could not speak up and said, even though he was hunched over, he never called out a word of bitterness.

"Mr. He is countless times more noble than ours, his strength is weaker than us, and his reputation is even more useless than us. Even he can persist. Why can't we do it?"

After witnessing He Wuhen's efforts and persistence with his own eyes, Wu Datou and others' hearts were completely ignited, and they were training frantically with an unyielding momentum.

Only He Wuhen can achieve this effect. Only the change of his Tianzi playboy can give Wu Datou and others confidence.

If it were someone else, such as a soldier or a centurion, no matter how much he persuaded him, even if he was tired of his mouth, he would probably not be able to make Wu Datou and others so full of fighting spirit.

The day's training was finally over. The exhausted Wu Datou and others returned to the barracks and fell asleep. After a while, they all fell asleep.

But He Wuhen didn't sleep, he hadn't rested yet.

In the quiet military camp, he slipped out of the barracks under the cover of the night, came to a remote corner of the schoolyard, and began to practice the basic sword technique and the Shenlong Body Refining Technique.

The autumn wind is solemn, and the school ground is cold and cold at night, but He Wuhen is hot and sweating profusely.

He swung his sword over and over again, drew his sword, slashed, and mechanically repeated the same movements. He had practiced this basic sword technique for hundreds of thousands of times, but he would continue to practice it.

After practicing the knife for an hour, he began to practice the Divine Dragon Body Refining Technique. With the support of his strong willpower, he began to practice the introductory movements that were terrifyingly difficult.

Not far away, under the hazy moonlight, on a towering tree, He Feng was leaning against the trunk with his arms around him, looking at He Wuhen in the corner of the schoolyard.

Even if the night was hidden, it could not cover the eyes of He Feng, a level 6 martial artist. He Wuhen's every move was in his eyes.

During these days, he received He Yaotian's latest order to stay in the Black Armor Camp and continue to observe He Wuhen.

In the past few days, He Wuhen's change has been completely seen by him, which has also made him feel relaxed and has evoked many memories.

Under the night, he saw He Wuhen practicing martial arts for a while, then sat on the trunk of a tree, took out a pot of monkey wine from his arms, Yang Tian drank a few sips, his face full of smiles.

"Boy, the prodigal son finally turned around, and the adoptive father should be relieved. This brat has finally woken up and got crazy, and he is a bit like what I was like back then."

"I really look forward to your performance in the martial arts competition! If you can win the championship, what is the reward from the Black Arc Camp? The old man has prepared a big gift for you, it depends on whether you can get it."
Chapter completed!