Lao Chang did not answer directly, but sang the "Take the Hushan Mountain": "There are often bandits coming from this area, and they only hope that the sun will come out of the deep mountains, and they will change the mountains and rivers to new clothes. They swear to sweep away the reactionaries... The spring thunder sounded like heaven and earth, and the sun was rising in my chest. When the hundred chickens feasts were annihilated and sang triumphantly, they firmly demanded to go to the battlefield, and their hearts were hard to calm down, so they moved forward quickly..." As they sang, their eyes were slightly red, and their expressions were sad, and they could no longer sing.

In the kitchen, Lao Liu, who was kneading the dough, sighed secretly, his hands were much slower, and finally stopped kneading, washed his hands, came to the window, looked at the lively movements of the soldiers on the training ground, the training horns were loud, and there was more comfort on his face, and his emotions stabilized. He came to the chopping board to knead the dough again. The blue veins on his hands were exposed, and the dough was half the enemy, and every move was so hard.

"Brother, where is your herbs?" Lao Chang walked in with a firm expression, as if he had made up some determination.

"Good soon." Lao Liu smiled knowingly and agreed. He hurried to the inner room. He quickly took out a large bag of herbs and threw them to Lao Chang. Lao Chang cut a team of mutton into a pot in a few seconds, then put the herbs in, covered the lid, opened the fire and said, "Brother..."

"Yes." Lao Liu smiled, and the two nodded tacitly, everything was silent.

Luo Zheng didn't know these inside stories. During lunch, Luo Zheng washed away the sweat from his body, changed into clean clothes and walked towards the original dormitory. Since he was assigned to the kitchen shift yesterday, Luo Zheng has not gone to the dormitory of the first team again. It was not that he didn't want to, but that he did not dare to be ashamed of his brothers.

After thinking for a day, Luo Zheng knew that some things had to be faced. When he came to the dormitory, he opened the door and saw that the room was full of alcohol and the ground was in a mess. Shanhu and others were sleeping soundly, and they were not dressed in a mess. Where could they have the appearance of a professional soldier? A drunkard was the whole person.

Luo Zheng knew that everyone was suffering in their hearts, and they were beaten to death, and finally got punished. They felt uncomfortable in their hearts, and all this was because of themselves. Luo Zheng felt guilty and wanted to slap himself a few times. But things had happened and apologized could not solve the problem. He silently engraved this hatred in his heart. Luo Zheng believed that one day he would come back. Seeing a broom and a trash can be cleaned silently.

After cleaning the room, he found that Shanhu and others were still not awake. With Shanhu and others' alertness, any movement would be alarmed. It can be seen that he had drunk a lot and felt so bitter. Luo Zheng saluted everyone in shame and sweared secretly that he would get back what everyone lost. Finally, he silently closed the door and left.

Back at the cooking class, Luo Zheng sat in the yard and continued to chop dry firewood, venting all his anger, and putting it on the machine that kept going, lifting his knife, slashing, drawing, and slashing his knife. He looked gloomy, his lips were closed, his eyes were red, his face was gloomy, and his face was about to drip out. A strong murderous aura emanated from his body, which was shocking.

When the busy soldiers in the kitchen saw this scene, they couldn't help but tremble. For no reason, they felt a breath of death coming to the face. No one dared to step forward. They immediately ran to find Lao Liu with a cleverness. When Lao Liu saw this scene, he also felt the sadness in Luo Zheng's heart and signaled everyone not to disturb him. He came to Lao Chang's room and found Lao Chang who was taking a nap. The two of them came to the window and looked at Luo Zheng who was constantly chopping dry firewood. Lao Liu sighed softly and said, "Hate is a kind of power, but if you can't control it well, you may lose your nature."

"Don't worry, I don't think he won't, otherwise he wouldn't sit in the ability to chop wood to vent his dissatisfaction. It can be seen that he is an extremely calm person with super strong self-control, and I believe him." Lao Chang said seriously.

"You have never missed your vision. I'll feel relieved if you say there is no problem." Lao Liu felt relieved, looked at it for a while, and said to Lao Chang: "Please pay attention, I'm going to the kitchen."

"Okay, go." Lao Chang said casually, picking up the telescope and continuing to observe, not letting go of any expression on Luo Zheng's face. After observing for a while, he found that Luo Zheng had no intention of stopping. His whole person was like a machine. Every knife was so focused and so hard. After observing for a while, Lao Chang found that the size of the dried firewood that Luo Zheng split was becoming more and more similar. Although there was still a big gap from him, the progress was obvious. He couldn't help but smile and sighed inwardly: "This kid is born to play with the knife."

After about two hours, Luo Zheng still had no intention of stopping, but his speed was significantly slower and his strength was much smaller. It was difficult to cut down every knife, and there were signs of losing strength. He couldn't help but be shocked. Normally, with the frequency and strength of Luo Zheng's splitting, he would have to be exhausted at most for an hour, but Luo Zheng persisted for two hours. This endurance was amazing, but if he continued, there would be problems. Hurry out of the room.

When Lao Chang ran to a place five or six meters away from Luo Zheng, he saw Luo Zheng's hands soft and his body collapsed. He was shocked. He rushed forward with a quick step and helped Luo Zheng up. His expression sternly, and shouted loudly: "Sit firmly, don't move, relax, take a deep breath, hurry up."

Luo Zheng, who was almost fainting, heard a thunderous sound in his ears, and couldn't help but wake up a little. He instinctively sat down according to the reminder, but his weak body could not sit upright, and he could not complete the deep breath that was easy to do. He felt that someone had fixed his body that was about to collapse and pinched his own person.

"Hurry, take a deep breath, exhale slowly, take a deep breath and exhale it in six times. You must hold on." Lao Chang shouted anxiously: "Relax your body as much as possible. Do you feel a warm current moving in your body? Don't worry, experience this warm current carefully and use your mind to let him spread into the muscles of your body."

Luo Zheng was sobered by the loud shout that he heard it again. This time he clearly knew that it was Lao Chang. Although he didn't know why Lao Chang said that, he still did it out of trust in Lao Chang. After sensing it for a moment, he found that there was indeed a warm current under his lower abdomen. Although it was not very obvious, it really existed and I don't know what it was. According to Lao Chang's reminder, he imagined that the warm current would spread throughout his body.

"Take a deep breath, pause for five seconds, and exhale it in nine more times. Quickly, repeat three times." Lao Chang shouted in Luo Zheng's ear. Seeing Luo Zheng sitting firmly, he quickly let go and observed vigilantly from the side, with an anxious look on his face, his eyes wide open, without blinking, full of expectation.

After seeing Luo Zheng start breathing according to his reminder, he breathed a sigh of relief. After seeing Luo Zheng inhaling three times, he immediately said: "Take a deep breath, pause for ten seconds, exhale in six times, and relax your body as much as possible and feel whether every inch of your skin has become harder."

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