Ignoring the shock in Wang Li's eyes, Ying Yuren sized Wang Li up.
"Can that rough man still set off today?”
Wang Li was beaten up badly by Wang Ben.
However, they were all superficial wounds that looked miserable and hurt. They did not hurt the root.
Enduring the pain all over his body, Wang Li struggled to get up.
"Yes!"
Ying Yuren nodded in satisfaction and looked at the hundred bodyguards behind him.
"Everyone, dismount!"
The hundred bodyguards dismounted in unison.
Wang Li glanced at Ying Yuren.
"I said yes, not no.”
Ying Yuren nodded.
"I heard you clearly."
Wang Li was confused.
"Then why did you ask them to dismount?”
"What, is this some strange etiquette of the scholarly faction?”
Ying Yuren smiled and shook his head.
"It's not necessary for etiquette."
"It's just that this Young Master thinks that it would be a pity not to use such a good opportunity to practice.”
Wang Li was speechless.
I can understand every word you say.
But when they were connected into a sentence, why couldn't I understand it at all?
Ying Yuren didn't explain, but shouted loudly.
"Eight Husband!"
Soon, Bafu led over ten carriages over.
Opening the curtains, Wang Li saw that each carriage was filled with mutton, corn, vegetables, and salt.
Ying Yuren instructed,"This is the baggage I prepared for this trip. I'm handing it over to General Wang to manage."”
"The warhorses of my personal guards will also be temporarily handed over to General Wang's troops to help drive.”
"I will have to trouble General Wang to instruct his subordinates to prepare food 60 miles east of the camp.”
"Each soldier will have a jin of corn, half a jin of mutton, and a plate of various vegetables.”
"I believe General Wang won't mess up such a small matter, right?”
Wang Li glared at Ying Yuren.
"Young Master looks down on me?"
"It's just some miscellaneous items in the army. How can I not handle them well?”
Ying Yuren nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good!"
After carefully tidying up his pants, Ying Yuren shouted loudly.
"Check the leggings!"
"Tie up the armed belt!"
"Force the army, set off!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Yuren was the first to run out.
The group of bodyguards quickly lined up in two rows and followed closely behind Ying Yuren, running wildly.
Looking at this scene, Wang Li's forehead was filled with black lines.
"Last night, I heard that Young Master Yuren went crazy.”
"Looking at it today, how is this crazy?”
"This is clearly crazy!"
Deputy General Liu Gan asked blankly.
"General, what should we do?"
Wang Li glanced behind him and saw Wang Ben staring at him from afar.
Sighing helplessly, Wang Li slapped his forehead.
"What else can we do?"
"Follow them."
"Young Master Yuren is just a Confucian scholar, I believe he won't be able to hold on for long.”
Liu Gan immediately cupped his hands and accepted the order.
The five hundred Imperial Army soldiers led Bafu and the others on their horses and baggage, following them at an unhurried pace.
"They don't ride their horses but run instead. This army is more or less ill!”
"Sigh, don't tease them. They're also comrades in our army, they're just unlucky to follow Young Master Yuren.”
"Young Master Yuren is completely different from the rumored image of kindness and elegance. He actually asked the general to cook at 60 miles away. He clearly doesn't want them to have lunch!”
"However, I have to say that the food of these personal guards is really good. Each of them actually has half a catty of meat for each meal!”
In the beginning, the Imperial Army soldiers teased him.
However, as time passed, the teasing voices became softer and softer. In the end, it turned into a group of people looking at each other in dismay.
This was because the speed of Ba Fu and the others was simply too fast!
At a quarter past noon, a temporary camp appeared at the end of the road.
Ba Fu shouted excitedly.
"The finish line is just ahead. Brothers, charge!”
The hundred personal guards howled in excitement.
"Charge!"
Wang Li was shocked when he saw the 100 bodyguards rushing into the camp like howling wolves.
"He really completed it in half a day?”
Ying Yuren massaged his calf and casually responded.
"The first sixty miles are still relatively easy to run.”
"The last 60 li is the hard part.”
"In the afternoon, there might be some comrades who have fallen behind, so General Wang will need to send some soldiers to take care of them.”
Wang Li looked at Ying Yuren in disbelief.
"Another sixty miles?"
"Are we going to continue running in the afternoon?"
"Young Master, are you ordering the infantry to march 120 li a day?”
Ying Yuren nodded regretfully.
"I can only travel 120 li a day.”
"The training time for this unit is still too short.”
Ying Yuren didn't think much of it.
To the strongest army on the surface of the earth, a speed of less than 200 miles per day was not considered a forced army.
A speed of 250 li per day had appeared many times in the war.
Compared to that troop, his personal guards were still far from it.
However, Wang Li was in a bad mood.
Even for Great Qin's elite infantry, it was not easy to travel 70 miles a day.
Not to mention a hundred and twenty miles.
Wang Li could not help but mutter.
"You're still not satisfied with traveling 120 li a day?”
"Listen, is this human language!"
After wolfing down his lunch, Ying Yuren clapped his hands and shouted loudly.
"All troops, listen up! Line up!"
"Let's go!"
Watching Ying Yuren lead his team and run away, Wang Li's heart shook.
"Do we really have to run another sixty li?"
"Traveling 120 kilometers in a day is something that even Great Qin's most elite troops can't do.”
"And you told me that this was a Confucian scholar's personal guard?”
Wang Li knew very well that if there were not just a hundred people with such a marching speed, but ten thousand, it would be a fatal blow to the enemy.
Even if there were only 100 of them, they still had the chance to create a legend on the battlefield.
Wang Li also wanted such a personal guard!
"General, Young Master Yuren has also run sixty miles."”
"I reckon he will finish the next sixty li as well.”
"He is the Confucian scholar you mentioned.”
Wang Li stopped talking.
Wang Li asked himself honestly. He believed that he would never be able to run 120 li in a day.
But to Ying Yuren, this seemed very easy?
At this moment, a big question mark appeared in Wang Li's mind.
"Motherf * cker!"
"Who is the general and who is the scholar!”
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