Time went back half an hour ago.

The Wolf Warrior Team had just run ten kilometers of armed off-road and returned to the regiment headquarters.

Although he had just returned from the battlefield, Wang Ye did not relax at all because he deeply understood one truth: physical training was like sailing against the current, and if he did not advance, he would retreat.

For these members of the Wolf Warrior Team,

Physical training is more important than fighting and shooting.

Because there is no sufficient physical fitness as a foundation, no matter how excellent the tactics or superb skills are, they cannot be used.

This is the same as playing football and basketball. If a player is lazy and unwilling to train, no matter how talented he is, he will not achieve too high.

So Wang Ye is very strict in physical training.

But high-intensity physical training can also bring about a realistic problem.

That is to ensure that the team members have enough calorie intake, especially protein intake, otherwise even a strong cow will be weighted and dragged down.

The team members ran down ten kilometers with full arms and shouted hungry.

Wang Ye directly brought all the team members to the backyard kitchen.

This order is early after lunch, and dinner is still early.

I happened to meet the chef squad leader Wang Zhuang, and Wang Ye said, "Old Wang, have you left us a meal?"

"Stay it, leave it." Lao Wang said happily, "The leader specially reminded you to leave a hundred steamed buns, a large pot of millet porridge and a basin of boiled cabbage, and put it in a large pot to warm it."

Wei Dayong walked straight forward and uncovered the lid of a large pot.

Seeing that there was only cornmeal steamed buns in the pot, Wei Dayong looked disappointed.

The taste of corn flour steamed buns is far worse than that of white flour steamed buns.

"Lao Wang, why is it cornmeal steamed buns? Have you finished eating all the white flour?"

Lao Wang knocked on the threshold with a dry tobacco pipe and said with a smile: "Silly boy, our independent group is not a landlord's family, how can we eat white flour every meal? We can only win the battle and eat white flour steamed buns, and there are dumplings for the New Year. In normal times, how many families can eat white flour?"

Wei Dayong frowned and uncovered another big pot.

Millet porridge was hot in the pot, and an enamel basin was placed in the middle of the porridge. The basin was filled with boiled cabbage. Wei Dayong glanced at it and found that it was boiled in water, without even a trace of oil.

Wei Dayong was dissatisfied and said, "Why don't you even have a little oil star? Have you finished eating lard?"

Lao Wang took two sips of old cigarettes and said helplessly: "That little lard is enough to eat for a few days. There are more than a thousand people in our group."

Wei Dayong said to Wang Ye with a bitter face: "Captain, I want to eat meat."

"You monk Hua, you always want to eat meat..." When Wang Ye was about to scold him, a tingling sound suddenly sounded in his ears, and it came again!

"Ding, the system task has been released."

"Slaughter a captured Oriental Horse."

Wang Ye was stunned immediately, what the hell?

Killing horses? And is it the captured Dongyang horses?

If he really kills Dongyang Horse, will Li Yunlong not be able to shoot him?

The Eighth Route Army used cavalry units as tanks. In Li Yunlong's mind, the army horses were treasures. Who would dare to touch his treasures, would he not fight you?

Hey, no, it seems that there is a problem with a horse's hooves. The military horse can't be regarded as a military horse. I guess it can only be used as a pack horse in the future.

Killing a pack horse has the same consequences as serious.

But the problem is that the consequences of not completing the system task seem to be more serious.

If you have the right to choose the least, you should choose to kill the horse.

Just so happened that Wang Xikui, Wang Gensheng and others also followed suit and started to make a fuss.

"Captain, we also want to eat meat, and our bodies can't stand it if we don't eat meat."

"Yes, there's such a large amount of training, I can't stand it if I don't eat some good food."

Wang Ye's eyes swept across Wei Dayong and the others' faces, and gritted his teeth and said, "Do you really want to eat meat?"

Wei Dayong, Wang Xikui and the others were immediately energetic, and the little chicken nodded like a pecking rice: "Think about it, I dream of eating meat. Captain, can you get the meat?"

"Okay, come with me." Wang Ye turned around and left the kitchen through the back door.

There was originally a vegetable garden behind the kitchen, and two rows of thatched houses were built on both sides of the garden.

These two rows of thatched houses were originally the cow pens and pig pens of the landlord Mr. Zhang’s house.

However, after the independent group settled in, the two rows of thatched houses were converted into stables.

However, the more than 100 military horses seized from Wanjia Town were not locked up here, because the stables of the regiment headquarters were too small to raise so many military horses.

The stables of the regiment headquarters are kept horses from communication classes.

The Dongyang horses seized by the Wolf Warrior Team are also locked up here.

Wang Ye and the thirteen wolves warriors just walked to the stable when they saw a strong man standing in front of the stable, reaching out to gently caressing one of the Eastern Horses.

The movements were gentle as if he was stroking his wife.

Needless to say, this man must be Sun Desheng.

Before Sun Desheng worked as a cavalry during the 69th Army, so he liked military and horses very much, especially Eastern horses.

Although the Japanese are not things, the Japanese improved Eastern Horses by introducing Arabian horses are excellent military horses. They are both tall and explosive, and are easy to raise.

"A good horse, what a good horse." Sun Desheng sighed.

Wang Ye ignored Sun Desheng and quickly walked to the Dongyang horse with a problem with the horse's hooves, touching the part of his throat.

The Eastern Horse seemed to feel something and made a low neigh in anxiety.

Wang Ye pulled out the bayonet from his waist with his backhand, and then gently touched the throat of the Eastern Horse. With a slight sound, the hot blood splashed out suddenly.

The Eastern horse immediately made a tragic neighing sound.

Wang Ye's attack was very accurate, and he cut off the blood vessels but did not cut off the trachea.

With a knife, Wang Ye shouted again: "Monk, come here quickly."

Wei Dayong was stunned at first. He never thought that Wang Ye would kill his horse. It was not until Wang Ye called him that he woke up like a dream and quickly brought the basin.

But some people are faster than Wei Dayong.

Sun Desheng grabbed Wang Ye with one step, and then punched Wang Ye in front of him.

Wang Ye dodged and cursed: "Are you crazy? Why are you hitting me so hard?"

"Beat you?" Sun Desheng roared with red eyes, "I want to kill you, I will kill you, ah!"

While Sun Desheng roared angryly, he waved his iron fist and called Wang Ye towards him.

The cavalry's feelings for military horses are extremely special. In the minds of the cavalry, military horses are not just horses, but their partners who live together day and night, and their comrades-in-arms who share life and death!

That's why Sun Desheng's reaction was so intense, because Wang Ye killed one of his comrades-in-arms.

Wang Ye had actually recognized Sun Desheng for a long time, and while blocking, he said angrily: "Sun Desheng, don't go too far. If you don't stop, I will be rude to you!"

Sun Desheng was crazy.

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

Wang Ye finally got impatient and thought I was easy to mess with?

Taking advantage of Sun Desheng's excessive force and unstable foot, Wang Ye turned around and whipped his back hard. With a bang, Sun Desheng immediately fell to his horse.

Sun Desheng is pretty good.

But it is a little worse than him and Wei Dayong.

Sun Desheng's skills should be similar to Zhang Dabiao, but this guy is more cruel and tenacious than Zhang Dabiao. After being beaten to the ground with a whip, he quickly got up.

He continued to attack Wang Ye again.

Wang Ye knocked Sun Desheng down again and again,

Sun Desheng got up again and again and continued to attack.

Wang Ye was completely angry and was about to give Sun Desheng a ruthless one.

At this moment, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang arrived.

"Stop it all!" Zhao Gang shouted sternly, "Stop it!"

Wang Ye subconsciously stood up: "Captain, political commissar."

Sun Desheng punched him again as if he didn't hear it.

With a bang, the punch hit Wang Ye hard on the cheek.

But Wang Ye just lowered his head, and there was no other feeling, so it was impossible to hurt.

However, Zhao Gang felt that his authority was challenged and said furiously: "Company Commander Sun, stop me too!"

"Political Commissar?" Zhao Gang's roar finally woke Sun Desheng up. He stared at Zhao Gang with his scarlet eyes, pointed at Wang Ye and cursed, "This is a damn killer!"
To be continued...