Food Crisis
In the blink of an eye, a month passed.
To Li Chengqian and the rest, this past month was simply more difficult than living in hell.
They had been living in luxury since they were young. When had they ever suffered like this?
In the huge training field.
More than a hundred soldiers were running back and forth, rolling, climbing, crawling forward, crossing ditches, climbing rope ladders, drilling holes, and climbing over obstacles on the balance beam.
In just three rounds, this group of people seemed to have been fished out of the water, drenched and lying on the ground, struggling to survive.
These were the training methods of the special forces in the future.
Zhao Yiyang didn't want to train all of them into special forces. He only wanted them to be able to follow orders and be as firm as a rock when the army faced each other. Only then would he have some ability to protect himself in this chaotic world.
"Damn it, I still have to live like a dog for five months!”
Zhao Yiyang stood on the high ground and looked at the soldiers who were like dead dogs.
"My lord."
At this moment, Zhang Cheng walked over.
"What is it?"
Zhao Yiyang asked.
"We don't have much food left. Moreover, the quartermaster has already said that we won't be getting any more food this month. Also, we don't have any more salt. What should we do?”
He looked worried.
Because of the intensity of the training, these soldiers also consumed a lot of energy. Now, one meal was equivalent to two meals.
Furthermore, Zhao Yiyang had changed the rule from two meals to three meals for the sake of the soldiers 'nutrition.
Therefore, Dongyang Castle's food consumption far exceeded that of other places.
"How much food is left?"
Zhao Yiyang asked.
"Less than three days."
Zhang Cheng answered worriedly.
"Less than three days? It was only the eighth day of the lunar new year, and there were still more than twenty days until next month…Looks like we have to think of another way.”
he muttered.
After a while, Zhao Yiyang suddenly turned around and asked,""Where is the Qiang tribe closest to Dongyang Castle?”
"Sir, that won't do. We only have a hundred people. If those barbarians don't come to us, we'll be grateful. How can we dare to rob them?”
Zhang Cheng was shocked.
He had been unlucky for eight lifetimes to have such a senior officer.
He was a natural troublemaker!
A month ago, he beat up the Crown Prince and the others without any explanation.
During those few days, Zhang Cheng felt that his head did not belong to him and could be snapped off at any time.
Fortunately, the higher-ups did not blame them. Instead, they asked the Crown Prince and the others to behave themselves and be the main soldiers in Dongyang Castle.
He had only been obedient for a month. Why was he thinking of messing around again?
A hundred people wanted to attack the Qiang people?
Wasn't this courting death?
"That's true…"
He did not expect Zhao Yiyang to be so obedient this time.
"Yours Truly wants to spend the remaining five months of his life like a dog. Why would he take the risk?”
he muttered.
After thinking for a while, Zhao Yiyang said,""Go and invite those masters to the main tent. Tell them that I have something important to discuss.”
"Which masters?"
Zhang Cheng did not react.
Zhao Yiyang kicked him away." You're so stupid. Don't say you're my soldier in the future."”
Zhang Cheng had an aggrieved look on his face. He covered his butt and got up."Here, I'll go invite him now."
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