Before the military camp woke up, Xie Yuan had already completed all his daily training.

A layer of white frost was spreading in the air.

Xie Yuan was like a swallow returning to the nest, and he landed in a roundabout way, retracted his momentum, sent his sword back into the scabbard, and walked back in the faint light.

Her clothes were light but soaked in sweat. The weather was already cold, and her breath was full of white mist.

She raised her arms and rubbed her nose, which was already a little red, and ran to the schoolyard with brisk steps.

The training array had been arranged on the school ground, and Xie Yuan passed through the territory of several sergeants and trotted towards his own sergeant's division.

The sleepy soldiers on the road who had just gotten up could not help but look at Xie Yuan's surprise when he saw Xie Yuan's sweat passing by.

Before Xie Yuan could stand still, the "God of Wealth" came over and said to her in a low voice:

"The Chief Guard ordered that many new recruits were added to train with us. They really thought you were a free coach."

There was a slight dissatisfaction in his tone.

Xie Yuan looked at the two more square formations and said, "It's okay, it's all the same training. If you can teach well, you can survive a few more when you go to the battlefield."

"God of Wealth" looked at Xie Yuan's side face. His sweaty hair stuck to his face, and his face still looked innocent and clean.

Where can there be so many twists and turns in the childish heart?

"The God of Wealth" withdrew his gaze and said, "In fact, according to the military merits last time, it is not an exaggeration to promote you to be the Chief of Guard. By the way, you can use the recruits to expand a few troops. There is no need to take the salary of the Chief of War as you are now, and do the work of the Chief of War."

Xie Yuan felt something in his words, looked up at him and asked, "What are your plans?"

"God of Wealth" looked at her and said:

"Yes, I want to take the waist card of the army in front of the right rank of the army and ask the captain for a relationship. Let you be the chief of the guards, so I can be the guards. We are later generations and re-entered, so they cannot give me the original position. However, the court has rules that even if the original military position is enrolled, it cannot be lower than two levels.

In addition, you do have this ability and you have real credit, and they will agree."

When Xie Yuan heard this, an excitement flashed through his eyes. He weighed the center of gravity under his feet, nodded and said:

"Just do as you say, isn't it good to be able to promote me? Besides, the captain once promised that as long as I teach those archers well, he would ask me for me."

Xie Yuan said here, and was a little confused and asked, "Do you think I'm good at teaching? Is it enough to ask for me?"

"God of Wealth" smiled and said, "You have always been confident, why have you suddenly become modest?"

Xie Yuan was a little distressed and said with a grip on his face: "It's not that I'm not confident, it's that I can't figure out the standards. To be honest, if you follow my standards, those people are really far behind."

"Hey... you have too high requirements, and you don't think about it. If they think you are not good at teaching, will they still send people to you every now and then? Let's make us look like a mat?"

"Well, that's what I said." Xie Yuan lowered his head and changed his feet, as if he couldn't stand it.

"God of Wealth" thought she was anxious to practice, so she quickly handed her the spear in her hand and entered the queue.

"Okay, start practicing!" Xie Yuan stood up straight, wiped the sweat from his forehead, knocked the spear in his hand with his feet, and turned around and stabbed the spear out.

"Ha!" He shouted, his momentum was like a rainbow, and the spear tip was used to the force and trembled slightly.

The square formation behind them followed the movements, uniform and shouting loudly...

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After practicing, various square formations led the team to their camp to disband and prepare for breakfast. Xie Yuan got off the platform and was about to leave. He heard someone calling her behind him:

"Captain Jie, let's compete!"

Xie Yuanyi turned his head and saw a soldier who was about the same size as Ke Sande rolling up his sleeves, tilting his chin and placing his waist, looking at her with a provocative look.

Then the people in his ranks stopped leaving and started to make excuses:

"Someone is dissatisfied again!"

"Oh! Oh! Better than one! Better than one!"

"Yes, the sergeant is comparing to him! Otherwise, he would have thought that our sergeants were all eating!!"

"Don't you look down on us! You won't ask us to compete first, go for the sergeant!" Ke Sande's voice was particularly loud.

"That's it! You can do it!... Commander, knock him down! Beat him down!" The cheers immediately became neat.

Lao Fang held his sleeves and stood in front of the team, smiling and waiting to watch the show.

Xie Yuan thought that the military competition was also a good way to compete in martial arts, so he inserted the spear in his hand on the weapon rack next to him and walked back.

She stood five steps away from the soldier and said, "Yes, what are you?"

When the man heard Xie Yuan coming up to ask what he wanted to challenge him, he was surprised.

He was a recruit with good martial arts skills. As a result, when he arrived in the military camp, he saw that the coach was a doll who was definitely not over fifteen years old, and he was immediately dissatisfied.

If he can be the sergeant commander and the coach, then if he beat him, wouldn’t he be able to directly win a sergeant commander as the sergeant?

After he looked at Xie Yuanyi, he clasped his fists and said, "I am Liu San, a native of Kuanshan County. I have learned fists and feet since I was a child. I will ask for advice."

Xie Yuan's phoenix eyes were powerful, and he looked at the other person's eyes with two points facing each other and being careful, and asked:

"How to decide the outcome?"

The man pulled his stance away, took a step back, raised his fist and gritted his teeth and said, "Still you get beaten."

"Okay." Xie Yuan weighed his feet and made a preparatory position.

After the two confronted each other for a while, Liu San took the initiative to attack and rushed over, Xie Yuan flashed to defend. The two of them started fighting.

The punches came and went with one leg. The sound of the melee fighting was dull, fast and fierce. The people around him were applauding.

With the flexibility of his body, Xie Yuan grabbed the gap and elbowed the opponent's ribs, raised his legs and swept the opponent's head, and hit the bridge of his nose. Except for not being able to fight to the death, poke the eyes, and kicked the three ways, he hit all the places he could.

The opponent's lower plate was very stable, and Xie Yuan's strength and body shape were not advantageous. After a few moves, he was either blocked by Liu San, or his power was insufficient, and he did not cause enough damage.

Xie Yuan's flexibility and speed depend on a lot of physical strength to support her. She has just practiced so much before and has brought people to practice, so she is already very tired.

She originally wanted to fight quickly, but unfortunately the other party was not a vegetarian. She did not knock him down, but instead slowed down her speed.

Her physical strength was a little weak... Xie Yuan was punched by Liu San. Even though she was constantly lifting her strength under her feet, she couldn't help but cover her chest and knelt on the ground with one knee, sweating coldly.

She felt like there was a wound on her chest, and the bones and the whole arm were thrusting... She felt uncomfortable in her chest these two days. She was hit again, and it hurt so much...

Xie Yuan was trembling a little and tears were almost coming out.
Chapter completed!