"Old man, 20 days have passed, and I heard that those dozen or so soldiers have no substantive training every day except for fighting each other or fighting each other, do you think this can work? The martial arts competition of the seven military regions is already imminent, and I have never heard of this so-called training method!"

In the office of the Supreme Commander's Building, a middle-aged man wearing a one-star military uniform looked at Han Rongguang, who was leisurely sipping tea.

"Lao Li! Our Northwest Military Region has won the penultimate place for six years, haven't you gotten used to it? Calm down, calm down! What should you do! Is this errand? Isn't it the penultimate number one for another year? What kind of wind and waves we haven't experienced in the Northwest Military Region, do we still have to keep this record? Haha-! Come on, drink a cup of tea and calm down, don't you say it, what kind of Wuyi Mountain big red robe of Lao Shizi seems to be really tasteful, I can drink a different feeling of a cow chewing peonies, well--good! Han Rongguang laughed loudly with the delicate little teacup.

"Old man, you-this is not your style! You used to be angry about the martial arts conference every day, why do you see it so openly and so thoroughly now? It's not bad to keep the record? It's not normal, it's not normal, after all, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd? At this juncture, you're still sipping tea leisurely?" Adjutant Lao Li said with a confused face, as if he couldn't believe that this was a hot-tempered old man in front of him.

"There's no medicine to sell! Just like you said, it's all at this juncture, so is it still useful for me to get angry? Lao Li! Calm, believe the instructor we invited, look at it, there will definitely be surprises! Maybe we can take off the crown of this year's martial arts competition! Haha-!" Han Rongguang smiled and said.

What's that?

Take off the laurels?

I grass!

It's so daring to think!

Isn't this a fool's dream!

Don't talk about laurels, if you can pull a bottom, you have to burn high incense!

"Old One!"

Adjutant Lao Li wanted to say something more.

But he was immediately interrupted by Han Rongguang, "Lao Li, don't think too much! The penultimate in six years has come over, let's be open-minded, I believe that this time I will definitely be able to turn over, believe me!"

Looking at Han Rongguang's solemn demeanor, Adjutant Lao Li raised his mouth, first silent and then silent, and shook his head with a wry smile, "Okay, believe you! You are not in a hurry, I am in a hurry!"

"Now, that's right!Haha, come, drink tea, drink tea!"

With laughter, Han Rongguang pushed the teacup in front of the old one.

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Say goodbye to those boring days of fighting.

For the seventeen soldiers, what Qin Fan, who seemed to be omnipotent, and who was close to the demons, would bring them next, was what he was most looking forward to.

On the training ground, seventeen soldiers lined up neatly and energetically looking at the figure who was walking towards them, and everyone's eyes were full of expectation, fiery anticipation!

"Instructor!"

The moment Qin Fan paused, seventeen shouts rose to the sky!

Ignoring the instructor, Qin Fan took out the seventeen printed A4 sheets of paper from his bag and distributed them one by one according to each person's different circumstances.

"The next ten days of training are all you have in your hands! Strictly follow every word and sentence here, I promise that this will be the greatest treasure of your life! Okay, no need to talk nonsense, let's get started!"

didn't give these little calves a chance to be hypocritical, and after saying that, Qin Fan walked to the side of the military vehicle with his hands behind his back and sat on the hood.

"Yes, Instructor!" the belated shout erupted.

In Qin Fan's light gaze.

Seventeen soldiers quickly flipped through their notebooks.

The more I look at each soldier's face, the more dignified it becomes, accompanied by the dignified and the slightest bit of confusion!

Ten minutes later.

After seeing that these soldiers had turned their notebooks to the last page, Qin Fan, who was sitting on the hood with his back against the windshield, spoke, "Let's start after reading it! Remember, you don't have much time left! I can stay here for ten days at most! It depends on your creation what I can point you to!"

Listening to Qin Fan's re-assertion in the last ten days.

The soldiers suddenly raised their heads and looked at the figure sitting on the hood, and everyone had a complicated look in their eyes.

Hypocrisy, it was not the iron-clad military attitude, but now they still invariably felt a strong reluctance and worry in advance, as if something important was about to fly away from their hearts.

He gritted his teeth and was silent for a full ten seconds before shouting, "Yes, Instructor!"

Shout down.

Everyone followed the instructions on the A4 paper one by one!

"No. 1 rookie, if your feet are raised by five centimeters, the pain will be endured for me!"

"No. 6 rookie, waist, can the arc of the waist be a little lower?"

"Rookie Seven, fists are vertical to the ground, how vertical are you?"

"No. 13, No. 15, No. 16, and, forget it, don't talk about it! If you have a problem with literacy and comprehension, find a Chinese teacher to tutor you! Let's go, figure it out for yourself!"

He shook his head a little hatefully.

After shouting several times in succession, Qin Fan jumped from the hood to the driver's seat in the open hood, and the buzz started the Oriental Warrior, leaving a horizontal drift of dust billowing up in the sky, and flew away.

Leaving these seventeen soldiers with bewildered and self-reproachful faces.

"This, this—are we not doing it properly?"

"Come, show me your notebook!"

"Grass, shouldn't your leg lift be 180 degrees? You're still dozens of degrees away from 180 degrees!"

Conversations like these went on and on in the mouths of the seventeen soldiers.

Moment.

Everyone was silent.

Subconsciously looked in unison in the direction where the dust and sand gradually subsided.

"Looks like he's really angry and disappointed in us!"

The not-so-small voice of a soldier reached the ears of the dozen or so.

The next moment.

Everyone reopened their notebooks and looked at them with full attention, as if they were not willing to let go of every punctuation mark.

In the distance, Qin Fan, who was driving while sensing the picture on the training ground screen with his divine sense, couldn't help but smile, and chuckled to himself, "You can teach! Ten days, I hope you can grasp it well!"

After that, Qin Fan didn't turn back.

And for the next three days, I didn't go to the training ground for half a step.

But the Divine Consciousness always looked inside from time to time.

There was a clear look of satisfaction in the smile that often appeared.

(End of chapter)