A sickly fellow ridiculed by the entire army? I'll be the most beautiful woman in the barracks!

Zhao Daxuan's men are now full of energy. Yesterday, they had meat with every meal, and they ate until their mouths were greasy.

Many people may have eaten more meat in these two meals than they have in their entire lives combined.

At this moment, everyone looked at Zhao Daxuan with shining eyes, filled with gratitude, and especially with hope for the future.

After a night's rest, everyone was full of energy and high spirits, so they were not as afraid of today's training as they were yesterday.

"Very good, since you're so confident, then let's increase the intensity of today's training!"

"Just like yesterday, I'll still give you extra food! But those who fall behind aren't allowed to eat meat at lunch!"

When Zhao Daxuan said this, there was no wailing as expected, but instead everyone responded in unison with high morale.

"promise!"

Zhao Daxuan raised an eyebrow and nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, let's set off now!"

After saying that, he took the lead and started running, and his men followed in an orderly fashion.

Today, Zhao Daxuan deliberately increased his running speed. If yesterday he was running at 6 kilometers per hour, today he increased his speed to at least 7 kilometers per hour.

After running for an hour, Zhao Daxuan was surprised to find that his men, wearing leather armor weighing over ten kilograms, were still keeping pace with him and closely following behind.

Although his men were already breathing heavily, covered in sweat, and radiating waves of heat.

But you should know that at this time yesterday, everyone was already panting heavily, exhausted, and many were close to their physical limits.

Under normal circumstances, this level of improvement cannot be achieved without a month of specialized training, and that's assuming there's enough food and no injury.

The skill's effect was far better than I imagined.

Therefore, as long as I can guarantee sufficient food, I can increase the intensity of training and squeeze the potential out of my soldiers.

He wanted to train his soldiers into a sharp blade, invincible on the battlefield.

In the training ground, the other training teams looked on in surprise as they watched Zhao Daxuan and the others running around the field, marveling at their feats.

"Tsk tsk, what a surprise! I didn't expect them to be able to continue training today!"

"Not only that, have you noticed that they seem to be running even faster today?"

"So what? Didn't you see they ate meat twice yesterday? That's more meat I've eaten in ten years! If I could eat that much meat, I could run too!"

"I'm so envious!"

For a time, many people were filled with envy and praised Zhao Daxuan repeatedly.

Two centurions standing in the crowd were also discussing Zhao Daxuan.

One of the centurions, with a full beard, listened to the others' discussions and his face darkened as he glared at Zhao Daxuan with displeasure.

"I don't know where this kid came from." A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the centurion with the shrewd face.

"He pretended to be sick for so long, and now he's jumped two ranks and become a centurion just like me. I fought on the front lines for several years before I was promoted to centurion."

Another skinny centurion shook his head and said, "Old He, don't underestimate this guy surnamed Zhao. I heard he's incredibly fierce in the Daliang Mountains, like a god of death."

The centurion with the stubble face sneered, "I think that apart from being a bit handsome, he's nothing like the rumors that make him so amazing. Didn't they say he was a sickly man before?"

He paused, then added, "Speaking of long-distance running, my team is among the best in the military. With their speed, we can easily crush them!"

After saying that, he clapped his hands at his teammates and shouted, "Brothers, you've rested enough. Our next training session is running, so give it your all! I'll give you all a snack at noon!"

After he finished speaking, his soldiers cheered. As Zhao Daxuan led his troops past them, the centurion of Wucha Company waved his hand.

"Everyone, keep up!"

So he started running after them. He had seen the performance of Zhao Daxuan's men yesterday and knew their approximate capabilities.

So today, he deliberately waited until his soldiers had run 20 kilometers before letting them start running.

In this way, his soldiers would definitely be able to overpower Zhao Daxuan, and he wanted to deflate the other party's arrogance.

As expected, he quickly led his team to catch up with Zhao Daxuan's group. When they caught up with Zhao Daxuan, the bearded centurion deliberately gave him a provocative look, then gritted his teeth and overtook Zhao Daxuan.

Zhao Daxuan raised an eyebrow upon seeing this. He hadn't expected anyone to come and provoke him. Ignorance is truly terrifying. He wondered where the man got the confidence to compare himself to someone who was cheating.

Zhao Daxuan's men looked at the group next to them that had surpassed them and were even casting provocative glances at them.

His face immediately turned angry. In the past, knowing his own limitations, he would have pretended not to see it, but things were different now.

Li Erlong ran a few steps and came up behind Zhao Daxuan.

"Sir, they're too arrogant. The brothers don't like them, we can't lose to them!"

Zhao Daxuan smiled and said, "Pass the word down and prepare to speed things up."

Upon hearing this, Li Erlong smiled and replied, "Yes, sir!"

Zhao Daxuan's team then quickened their pace and advanced steadily, overtaking the stubble-faced centurion's team in just a few breaths.

The stubble-faced centurion's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth and sped up again.

Then the two teams began to take turns overtaking each other, but after only a few rounds, the stubble-faced centurion's expression changed again.

Their own team is starting to tire!

He could only watch helplessly as Zhao Daxuan's team gradually pulled away from him, never able to surpass them again.

"Lord He, we can't catch up!"

Among the ranks of the stubble-faced centurions, someone sighed.

"Shut up! Speed ​​up! Keep chasing! I refuse to believe they can maintain this speed forever."

The stubble-faced centurion gritted his teeth, his face full of anger, and increased his speed to sprint.

The soldiers under his command also fell silent, not daring to say anything more, and could only continue the chase with their faces flushed.

One lap, two laps... until the tenth lap.

In the centurion's column, after the initial sprint, everyone's speed had become like that of a tortoise.

If it weren't for the stubble-faced centurion's refusal to give up, they probably would have stopped long ago.

At this point, Zhao Daxuan's team was already three laps ahead of them.

Every time they were overtaken from behind, everyone in the stubble-faced group felt like they were being slapped in the face.

After being overtaken by Zhao Daxuan's team for the third time, the stubble-faced centurion's face turned red, and he could no longer hold on.

He couldn't catch his breath, his brain spun, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Lord He, what's wrong?"

"Quickly, save him! Lord He has fainted!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Daxuan's team burst into laughter, and for a moment they felt less tired.

The sense of accomplishment they gained from repeatedly pushing their limits was unparalleled, making them unable to stop.

The arduous training no longer seemed like torture, but rather a kind of enjoyment.

Training didn't end until lunchtime, and everyone was still eating heartily the food that Li Tiezhu had brought them on the training ground.

Zhao Fubao chewed on the chicken leg with gusto. Even though it was the second day of eating meat, he felt he couldn't get enough. He looked at Zhao Daxuan with teary eyes.

"My lord, to be able to serve as your soldier must be something I did in my past life."

Zhao Daxuan got goosebumps from his scorn and laughed, scolding, "Stop flattering me, you little brat. Hurry up and eat. I'll give you some work to do at noon."

Zhao Fubao cheerfully replied, "Yes, sir! Please give me your orders!"