Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 995 - 62: Isn’t Armed Training Fundamental?

In the past, numbers were also a kind of adjective, a form of metaphor.

For example, "the waterfall plunges three thousand feet," doesn’t mean it’s actually three thousand feet, just to make you feel the imagery in the words.

The eight hundred miles of West Spring Mountain is also a vague reference; in reality, no one has bothered to measure it.

But last time, when Wang Yunxiao came to handle the immigration issue, he bothered to run a lap.

Because he usually pays great attention to physical training, often running laps with his brothers in school.

This time, overwhelmed by work, he took the opportunity when no one was around to indulge himself a little.

Eight hundred miles converted to kilometers is four hundred, but according to his own body estimation, the straight-line distance is actually just over two hundred, around two hundred and fifty.

Running a lap around the West Spring Mountain is a journey of three to four hundred kilometers.

After being promoted to Iron Sparrowhawk, Wang Yunxiao can almost complete the lap in about eight hours at a normal running pace, not a full sprint.

A full sprint would be faster, but there’s no need.

When they heard they had to run a lap around West Spring Mountain, the Qilin Army soldiers following him were all dumbfounded.

Although everyone knew this guy was trying to make a strong impression, they didn’t expect it to be here.

Is something wrong with this guy’s head?

But you can’t really say anything to him, after all, he said if you don’t want to run you can just go back to sleep.

If you don’t want to run, just admit defeat and endure his sarcastic remarks, what’s the big deal...

Can’t endure it!

The Qilin Army prides itself as the strongest army in the world, having fought both internal and external battles, even looking down on the Imperial Guards, the entire army is filled with honor.

Now the instructor asks you to run a drill and you can’t handle it?

What a joke, still want to keep face!

Plus, after the recent purge, everyone is holding back a breath of resentment, wanting to prove they’re not traitors but remain the unbeatable sword in the President’s hand.

This breath of air spurred them on for fifty kilometers.

Wang Yunxiao stood on the cliff, looking down at the snake-like formation of the troops at the foot of the mountain.

He couldn’t deny, the overall quality of the Qilin Army exceeded his expectations a bit.

Average cultivation of the garrison soldiers.

Of course, not on the same level as his own brothers.

At this point, you have to bring out the ranking of Combat Power to calculate.

His own brothers’ garrison soldiers have cultivated to about the seventh or eighth level, while the Qilin Army’s basic soldiers’ combat power averages around the second level.

It’s mainly a cognitive issue, their education level isn’t high.

Their understanding of war is entirely different from that of middle school students.

Veterans are a bit better, but there aren’t many left. Many have either retired or been transferred to the Imperial Guards, or involved in forming other legions.

These new soldiers, in their early twenties, just caught the tail end of the war at the beginning of Ming Country.

Southerners have an old saying, "The hooligan never uses his brain, always remains a hooligan."

Joining the Qilin Army and training daily doesn’t necessarily mean they have the talent for cultivation.

Though personally, they’re quite competent, having all practiced martial arts and even cultivated inner strength. Any random soldier can take on six or seven loafers on the street with bare hands without a problem.

As long as you give them time to grow...

Currently, every industry is racing against time, the whole nation is in a race against the clock.

A mere fifty kilometers isn’t much of a challenge for these inner-strength-endowed soldiers.

The day and night in the Thousand-Year Dynasty World are not very distinct; if calculated by real-world time, it’s already near dawn, but it’s still dark all around, with nothing visible.

West Spring Mountain isn’t the only settlement; it’s just that under the control of Mountain God Chu Jiang, that piece of land is especially livable, while other settlements are still immersed in darkness, struggling to maintain faint fires, in a half-dead state.

When they passed a village, the villagers stared blankly as this troop marched through the center. The village leader — the unicredible Ghost King, towering at sixteen feet tall, cowered in his lair, shivering in fear, not daring to make a sound.

If he dared to block the way, Wang Yunxiao quite fancied putting on a show of "killing the chicken to scare the monkey," but unfortunately, he wasn’t foolish enough to give him that opportunity.

Another fifty kilometers later, Wang Yunxiao was walking, but the troops behind were running.

The soldier who previously questioned came up panting heavily, blocking Wang Yunxiao, saying, "Instructor... let everyone rest a bit, they really can’t hold on anymore."

"Can’t hold on after a hundred kilometers of forced march?"

The expression on Wang Yunxiao’s face was irritating.

"What’s your name?"

"Report to the instructor! My name is Chen Ming! I’m the squad leader of the third battalion’s sixth company!"

"Can’t hold on anymore?"

"Really can’t, let us catch our breath."

Even though the instructor in front of them isn’t being reasonable — who calls it not holding on after a hundred kilometers, people aren’t cars!

But he does have the right to say it.

Even though he wasn’t carrying a pack, he was fully armed, carrying a gun, leading the way all along, without a red face, short breath, or a single drop of sweat on his forehead.

"Alright then, I remember there’s a place to rest up ahead, walk a bit more and we’re there."

Wang Yunxiao, as always, was easygoing, but now no one dared to underestimate him.

Watching Chen Ming return to the formation, Wang Yunxiao turned to ask Wang Ying, "How are you holding up, want me to carry you?"

Wang Ying, with cold sweat all over her head, gritted her teeth and shook her head.

Monster.

Now she’s sure, the big brother she recognized is just a monster wearing human skin.

If he were older, like her own brother, that would be different.

But he’s actually only two years older than she is; she’s in her first year of junior high, he’s in his third year.

Could the gap really be so big?

Usually in sparring, you can’t see the depth, but this time, running a hundred kilometers without a word finally made her realize the most fundamental differences between people.

Her inner strength was almost exhausted, while Wang Yunxiao still had the energy to tell her jokes all the way.

Dragging her heavy legs, she followed Wang Yunxiao to a halfway point on the mountain where they both sat down to wait for the rest of the team.

After a hundred kilometers of forced march, the over five thousand strong troops were completely stretched thin.

Wang Yunxiao waited for ten minutes, with only about two thousand people catching up, the rest left behind somewhere unknown.

As to whether they could catch up, or head back to the camp on their own, Wang Yunxiao didn’t care. It’s not like the prestigious regular army would make a fool of themselves by getting ambushed and overturned by bandits in this remote place.

"Alright, after a ten-minute rest, we march on. There are over three hundred kilometers left; if we hurry back, we might catch dinner."

What responded to Wang Yunxiao was dead silence.