I wanted to remind Yang Chendong to pay attention to speed and frequency, but considering that this was the best opportunity to slap his face, the words he wanted to say were finally suppressed by him, and he wanted to see how long this person could pretend.

Different from what Guan Ying thought, Hu Mang and Yang Er, who had been following Yang Chendong all the year round, were calm at this moment, and they were still a little surprised if they had to say it.

The calmness is naturally due to their belief in the young master's personal strength, and the surprise comes from feeling the kind of confidence in the young master, and even they have a feeling that the strength of the sixth young master seems to be even more bottomless.

Yang Chendong, who is just 21 years old, is indeed in the best physical condition. Compared with the previous life, when he completed various tasks, it was inevitable that his body would have dark diseases, but now he was uninjured, only the strength that seemed to be inexhaustible, at this moment he just wanted to sweat freely, and only by doing so would he feel very happy and comfortable.

In this way, in the eyes of others, Yang Chendong, who is reckless, is just training normally. It's just walking, and it doesn't need to run, and in his heart, it's not even a quick march, even if he can sweat, but only a little sweat.

In order to achieve a little more sweat by walking, Yang Chendong began to accelerate several times in succession, in order to expel more turbidity in his body. But even if he thought it was a non-hurried march, such a speed was already extremely fast in the eyes of others.

Only two hours have passed, and there are already some Ming soldiers who can't hold on and can't help but want to fall behind.

If it weren't for the desire to see how long this young Chincha-sama could last, this curiosity was too great, and I am afraid that more people would not be able to hold on.

"He can really pretend, but he has some strength, and he walked fast for two hours in a row, very good, I want to see if you can hold on for a long time." Guan Ying thought in his heart that such a march was actually a challenge for him. In the past, when he followed the army, he rode a horse, but this time he was somewhat uncomfortable with his feet, and when Yang Chendong came up, he did not give everyone the process of adaptation, but played direct acceleration in the eyes of others, which made this brave general in the army feel somewhat laborious.

Fortunately, Guan Ying is also young, and his physical foundation is also good, but it is not that he can't hold on for two hours.

In the blink of an eye, another hour passed. In the process, the team stayed and spent a quarter of an hour eating and replenishing their nutrition. People say that if you are not afraid to walk slowly, you are afraid to stop. Once stopped, all kinds of discomfort came, any backache and leg pain were common, and some people really couldn't start again without enough rest time as soon as they stopped.

After a quarter of an hour's rest, more Ming soldiers were left behind. They can see that even if this young Qincha Lord is reckless, but even this strong ability is beyond their reach, this person does have two brushes.

Those who also have this idea also include General Guan Ying. At this moment, he had to admit that this young loyal man's physical strength was indeed very good, so good that he had to admire it. But if he is asked to admit defeat, he can't, when eating, he is constantly recovering his strength, and thinking about whether Yang Chendong will continue to walk next, or has he already pretended to be finished, and is he ready to ride on the horse?

didn't give Guan Ying much time to think, Yang Chendong's speed when he started eating was indeed fast enough, if he was unaware, he would not be able to link his eating appearance just now with Lord Qincha.

Eating much faster than many people, Yang Chendong, who had drunk water, began to close his eyes and rest. This is a habit he has developed before, he can always seize every minute on the battlefield and rest at the first moment, which has the advantage of allowing him to have more energy and physical strength than others at the same level of training. Sometimes, it's often that a little more of this makes him the final winner.

As soon as the time of a quarter of an hour arrived, Yang Chendong quickly opened his eyes and embarked on the journey with an easy-going and energetic appearance. There were still Hu Mang and Yang Er who were still acting with them, as well as more Leng Feng and auxiliary soldiers.

Compared with the soldiers of the Ming army who are staggering around at the moment, standing without a statue, and without a statue, these 1,200 mercenaries still maintain the establishment of the team, although some of them are tired, but their spirit is still good. Especially when the team was about to continue to set off, and the commanders of the battalions, companies, and platoons began to shout the order to assemble, they acted even more quickly without the slightest intention of delaying. All this in Guan Ying's eyes made his eyes pop up, and at this moment he somewhat felt the strength of the mercenaries.

The team continued to walk. Another hour, two hours, two and a half hours...

People who have fallen behind have begun to appear one after another, and there are almost no soldiers left in the Ming army, even among the auxiliary soldiers of the mercenaries, people who have fallen behind have also begun to appear, but the elite Leng Feng battalion, no one has left the team, not to mention, and even the spirit is still full.

This is the difference between the regular army and the auxiliaries. To be able to become a person who is a cold front, not only does it require political excellence, but also military quality, that is, after a few hours of continuous marching, one by one still holds his chest up, looks straight ahead, and strides forward with a note.

This march is indeed beyond the usual training, but this kind of thing has not happened before, in order to train everyone, in line with the basic idea of sweating more in peacetime and less bloodshed in wartime, Leng Feng often conducts such training training. In comparison, the level in front of them was nothing, not to mention that the idol and spiritual pillar in their hearts, the Sixth Young Master, was walking at the forefront of the team, although it was completely dark, but the figure holding a torch was still like a guiding light, guiding everyone to stride forward and run towards a bright road full of bright futures.

Guan Ying was tired.

Very tired, very tired. He did the math, and apart from a quarter of an hour's rest while eating in between, the procession had marched for ten hours in a row, and had walked a full two hundred and fifty miles, nearly a day. By this time, the sky has begun to lighten, indicating the arrival of a new day. Exhaustion and fatigue made him want to fall to the ground and sleep, but a spirit of not admitting defeat still persisted, and this may be the only motivation for him to persist until now.

"Rest for all, eat and drink for a quarter of an hour, and if you have a problem to solve, please hurry up and move on after an hour." The voice of Chen Bo, the commander of the second battalion of the Leng Feng Battalion, finally sounded, and with this shout, the pace of the team began to stop, followed by the dissolution of dozens of hundreds of teams.

But even so, there was still not too much noise, and no one complained, some just solved their own problems, and some simply took out pieces of meatloaf that were warmed by their bodies in their arms and devoured them.

For such a meatloaf, the first Leng Feng and the auxiliary soldiers brought a lot of them before setting off. Behind them was a package that contained enough food for them to eat for a few days. After each break, I take out a new patty from the package and put it in my arms, waiting for the next time I eat it, it will naturally be warm again.

The advantage of this is that you can save time for eating. In many cases, if you can save an extra minute here, you will have an extra chance of winning on the battlefield.

Guan Ying's hand was also stuffed with three meatloafs with a large area. He was indeed a little hungry, and even more sleepy, but for some reason, he did not go to eat immediately, but began to gasp for breath, and he already knew clearly that after an hour, he would not be able to continue with the strength to persevere.

"How? I'm tired. I don't know when Yang Chendong's voice sounded in his ears, which made Guan Yingqiang, who had just closed his eyes and almost fell asleep, cheer up. Hehe, yes, I'm really tired, Lord Qincha, I really didn't expect that you usually look pampered, but you really walked so well, I really underestimated you before, I admit my mistake to you. ”

Guan Ying's words fell into Yang Chendong's ears, making him laugh. "General Guan, you've done a very good job. At least compared to other Ming soldiers, you can hold on until now, which is already very remarkable, and I admire it. ”

"Hehe" Guan Ying, who showed a wry smile, had a sense of self-esteem, thinking that he wanted to see the other party's jokes nearly a day ago, and then he knew how arrogant he was at that time. This also just interprets that sentence, the strong have their own strong players, and he will not dare to look down on anyone so much in the future.

Guan Ying even had a little trouble speaking, and Yang Chendong knew that the other party was afraid that his physical strength had reached the limit, so he said with concern: "It's better to stay and have a good rest." If possible, after a good night's sleep, organize the remaining soldiers and let them make meatloaf, which can not be stored for a long time in this weather. By the way, when making meatloaf, the meat must not be missing, and the kind of refined meat must be eaten, which is very exciting. As for how much money was spent, I will give it to you when I go back, in short, I can't treat these soldiers badly, is there a problem in completing this task? ”

"No problem." Guan Ying swore and said in a reassuring tone. He didn't know that at this moment, he was very much like Yang Chendong's subordinate.

"Okay, then it's hard for you, have a good rest, hehe." After Yang Chendong finished speaking, he patted Guan Ying's shoulder, and then stood up, looking like he was going to take a walk. This made Guan Ying couldn't help but ask, "My lord, aren't you tired?" ”