Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

By the third day...

Zhou Tianyang clearly sensed the change.

It's not a change in training results.

Although shooting scores are indeed steadily improving.

It's a change in physical fitness.

In the morning, we do a five-kilometer cross-country run with full gear. In the past, it would take new recruits forty minutes to complete the whole course, leaving them exhausted like dogs.

Now I can finish the run in thirty minutes, and after that I can do a hundred push-ups.

In the past, when veterans ran five kilometers, although they weren't tired, it wasn't exactly easy either.

Now, after running five kilometers, I'm not even out of breath; it's like taking a walk.

The group from Wild Wolf Valley used to be physically fit, but they weren't exactly in great shape.

Now, after running five kilometers, everyone is full of energy and can run another five kilometers.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the village entrance, watching the last batch of soldiers run back, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The body-strengthening liquid also worked.

The results are already so obvious after only three days.

In another two weeks, these soldiers will have an even greater improvement in physical fitness.

By then, running 10 kilometers fully armed will be a piece of cake.

"Commander!"

Zhao Wenlong ran over from the front of the line, stood at attention, and his face was filled with undisguised excitement.

"Today, the group's average time for the 5km run was almost five minutes faster than yesterday!"

Zhou Tianyang nodded without saying anything.

"Commander, I feel that the soldiers are in much better health recently."

Zhao Wenlong lowered his voice, his eyes filled with doubt.

"In the past, even veterans would be out of breath after running five kilometers, but now they can run it without any problems."

"It used to take new recruits forty minutes to run the whole course, but now they can finish in thirty minutes and they're not tired at all."

"Commander, what's going on?"

Zhou Tianyang looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

"If you get enough rest, your body will naturally feel better."

He paused, his tone calm.

"Back in the 772nd Regiment, we drank corn porridge every day, without a drop of oil. How could we have any strength?"

"And now?"

"With food and canned goods to eat, how could one's health not be good?"

Zhao Wenlong thought about it and agreed, nodding.

"The commander is right, the food is better and our bodies are definitely different."

But he still had a lingering doubt.

Good food definitely improves health.

But it's only been three days, and things have changed so quickly!

However, he did not ask any further questions.

There's no point in asking if the leader doesn't want to talk about something.

"Alright, stop thinking about it."

Zhou Tianyang patted him on the shoulder.

"Go tell the cooks to prepare more food."

"With such intense training, the soldiers are eating a lot."

"yes!"

Zhao Wenlong stood at attention, saluted, and then ran towards the cooking squad.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the distant mountains.

Three days.

The group completed the 5-kilometer armed cross-country run in an average time that was nearly five minutes faster than on the first day.

The effects of the physique enhancement liquid and skill inheritance card are gradually becoming apparent.

This is just the beginning.

The real test is yet to come.

……

a few days later.

morning.

On the threshing floor.

The more than 300 people of the new Second Regiment have lined up.

Zhao Wenlong stood at the front of the column, his gaze sweeping across the entire camp.

"Today's training exercise is a 10-kilometer cross-country run with full gear."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"Attention, all companies!"

"Set off!"

The three companies filed out.

They ran southeast along the dirt road at the village entrance.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the entrance of the regimental department.

Watching the group run far away, I turned around and went back into the house.

In the past few days, we have recruited more than twenty people.

They all came from even more distant villages, drawn by its reputation.

The current total number of people in the new Second Regiment.

There are already more than 350 people.

Including the platoon stationed at Black Wind Stronghold, there are nearly four hundred people.

A battalion is considered fully staffed.

Just then.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

"Zhou Xiaogui!"

"Zhou Xiaogui..."

The voice was loud and clear, carrying a reckless and unruly force.

Zhou Tianyang put down his teacup, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Li Yunlong.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the courtyard gate was pushed open.

Li Yunlong strode in.

A bodyguard, carrying a gun, followed behind, jogging along.

"Zhou Xiaogui!"

Li Yunlong plopped down in the chair opposite Zhou Tianyang.

He put his hat on the table and crossed his legs.

"Guess why I'm here today?"

Zhou Tianyang looked at him but didn't rush to answer.

"Old Li, you've lost weight."

Zhou Tianyang said something completely irrelevant.

Li Yunlong was taken aback, then waved his hand.

"Skinny? What do you mean skinny? I'm all muscle and bones!"

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, struck a match, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Zhou brat, do you even know how many big things I've done lately?"

Zhou Tianyang leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching him with great interest.

Tell me about it.

Li Yunlong took another drag of his cigarette, squinted, and began to boast.

"First, I've settled the camp in."

"Shi Nian Village, that place, is backed by mountains and faces water, easy to defend and difficult to attack."

"Ten times better than your Lijia Yu!"

Zhou Tianyang nodded without saying anything.

"Secondly, I recently recruited over seventy new soldiers!"

"They were all strong and robust young men, full of energy, and every single one of them was eager to join the Eighth Route Army!"

He stretched out one hand, spread his five fingers, and waved it in front of Zhou Tianyang.

"More than seventy!"

Do you know what that means?

"My new regiment now has over two hundred men!"

Li Yunlong's voice rose a few decibels, his eyes filled with smugness.

"Two hundred-plus people, two companies' worth, and I got it all together in ten days!"

He paused, then added.

"Zhou Xiaogui, how's it going over there?"

"How many people have you hired?"

Zhou Tianyang looked at him with a grin.

"good."

"How much is 'okay'?"

Li Yunlong pressed on, his smile carrying a hint of provocation.

"I'd guess you only recruited forty or fifty people at most?"

"Adding your original 120-plus people, that's a maximum of 170-180 people."

He flicked his cigarette ash, his tone carrying a clear air of smugness.

"Let me tell you, Zhou kid, you've got to learn how to build a team from me."

"We can't just wait for people to sign up; we have to take the initiative to promote and mobilize them."

"I personally led people to the surrounding villages, going door to door to do the work."

"When the people saw this, they thought, 'Wow, even the regimental commander has come in person, this team must be reliable.'"

"That's why people are willing to send their sons to join the army."

As Zhou Tianyang listened, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

But he didn't say anything.

Li Yunlong got more and more excited as he spoke.

He held a cigarette in his mouth and gestured with his hands.

"And also, training—how does your new Second Regiment train?"

"Over there, I do five kilometers of armed cross-country running every day, one hundred push-ups, one hundred squats, and one hundred sit-ups."

"The new recruits were screaming and yelling during training, but not one of them complained."

"I told them, 'If you sweat more today, you'll bleed less tomorrow.'"

"These kids all understand this principle."

He picked up the teacup on the table, gulped down two big mouthfuls, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Zhou Xiaogui, say something!"

Zhou Tianyang leaned back in his chair and looked at him.

Finally, he spoke.

"Old Li, are you done talking?"

"Are you done talking?"

Li Yunlong stubbed out his cigarette on the edge of the table and flicked it to the ground.

"How is it?"

"Did I do a good job?"

Zhou Tianyang nodded.

"good."

"Of course!"

Li Yunlong slapped his thigh, just about to continue his boasting.

Just then.

The sound of orderly footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

Li Yunlong's ears twitched, and he turned to look at the courtyard gate.

"Who's here?"

Zhou Tianyang did not answer, but stood up and walked to the door.

Outside the courtyard gate, Zhao Wenlong was leading a battalion of soldiers back along the mountain path.

More than three hundred people were lined up in three columns.

Their steps were synchronized, and their slogans were loud and clear.

"One, two, three, four!"

Li Yunlong followed him to the door, a cigarette still dangling from his mouth.

When he saw that team.

He was completely stunned.

The cigarette fell from the corner of his mouth and landed on the ground without him noticing.

More than 300 people.

There were more than three hundred people in total.

They were all carrying identical Type 38 rifles, wearing military uniforms, and wearing belts.

They were all in high spirits and marched in unison.

The procession passed by the gate of the courtyard, taking several minutes to walk.