The sun passed through the mist in the early morning, and on the avenue outside Tres City, tens of thousands of new recruits were running towards the Xingtu Army camp. "Whoosh", the sweaty new recruits were gasping for breath.

"The last thousand soldiers canceled breakfast!"

Lin Chuan was sweating profusely, running at the forefront of the team, shouting at the team.

In fact, there is no need for Lin Chuan to call the recruits, they also gritted their teeth and ran hard, because such training has lasted for three days, and those who run at the end of everything can hardly eat.

You should know that the training intensity of the recruits is very strong now. If you don’t eat breakfast, you will not be able to hold on to lunch. What’s more, whether you can eat lunch is still a different matter.

When Lin Chuan led the recruits who were in the morning exercise back to the camp, everyone suddenly fell to the ground and never thought about it. The armed cross-country in the first five kilometers of breakfast every day has become a nightmare for the recruits.

The recruit Feng Qingyang lay on the ground and gasped heavily, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. After several days of devilish training, his elegant face a few days ago had a bit of murderous aura and ruthlessness.

Feng Qingyang looked at the dejected recruits on the left, and smiled. He was like them two days ago, running at the end of his life and lost his qualification to eat breakfast. However, now, Feng Qingyang is able to be late for breakfast.

The recruits had just rested for less than a moment, and the veterans carried dozens of baskets of cakes and more than ten wooden barrels of porridge on the platform. After putting down the food, the veterans hid far away tactfully because a battle to seize food was about to begin.

The recruits who were still tired just now sank on the ground saw the food being carried up and stood up one after another, with fierce lights emitting from their eyes, like hungry wolves.

With a loud whistle, Lin Chuan suddenly blew the whistle around his neck.

"Roar!" Tens of thousands of new recruits rushed towards the sparse number of breakfast on the platform, like a flood from the gate.

The recruits running in the front rushed forward and grabbed the pancake and stuffed them into their mouths, but soon they were knocked to the ground by the recruits behind and the food was taken away.

Feng Qingyang walked vigorously, jumped up and jumped onto the platform. His legs swept across, and a large basket of cakes was kicked out, knocking two new recruits out.

Feng Qingyang was very fast, and soon there were only two baskets of big cakes left on the platform. He kicked the rest out because all the big cakes were kicked off. Below the platform, the recruits had already been fighting in a mess and screaming.

I felt the strong wind coming from behind. Feng Qingyang went to the side and barely avoided a strong recruit with a fierce look on his face. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He grabbed the porridge from the wooden barrel and smashed it towards the recruit who attacked him.

Accompanied by screams, the hot porridge poured over the strong recruit, and was so hot that he screamed in pain.

Feng Qing raised his toes and pointed the ground, grabbed a few big cakes with both hands, jumped off the platform, and ran towards the distance.

Several new recruits surrounded Feng Qingyang, who was holding the big cake in their hands, trying to bully the few with the more. However, although Feng Qingyang looked warm and smiled, he started sharply and decisively. With a few clicks, several new recruits who were blocking the road screamed and fell to the ground, their arms were already twisted.

Feng Qingyang didn't care about his image and ran, grabbing the pancakes and stuffing them into his mouth. Soon after, several pancakes were all stuffed into his mouth.

At this moment, in the camp, tens of thousands of new recruits had already fought in a group, and in order to compete for food, they had their strongest combat power.

Lin Chuan and a group of instructors sat quietly in the distance, eating breakfast, and watching the recruits fight.

"Strength determines your treatment!" This is what Lin Chuan said to the recruits. In the recruit training camp, everything is achieved by yourself.

"That kid is good, smart enough, ruthless enough!" Lin Chuan praised Feng Qingyang, who was already lying on the ground and resting lazyly.

The Sith grinned, "It's a good seedling that can be cultivated."

The other instructors began to recommend the powerful talents they liked, but compared to Feng Qingyang, they were still a little worse. Most of the outstanding new recruits were strong in combat, and some even did not lose the advantage when fighting against the Sith. However, what Lin Chuan lacked now is not the generals, but the generals with strategy. Feng Qingyang obviously met Lin Chuan's standards.

Although Lin Nuoyan had appreciated Lin Chuan's training manual before, he still had concerns, but seeing these recruits change day by day, getting rid of their initial immaturity and becoming strong and brave, Lin Nuoyan completely relieved.

Lin Chuan had just eaten breakfast, and the messenger sent by Lin Nuoyan found Lin Chuan and asked Lin Chuan to report to the command center immediately.

"You take them to train, I'll go back." Lin Chuan handed over the affairs to the delirious general Sith, went back and changed into a clean military uniform, and stepped towards the Xingtu Army Command.

Now the entire Teres has undergone earth-shaking changes, and is full of vitality under the rule of Xing Tu's army. The residents all give thumbs up when they see soldiers wearing black uniforms.

"Report!" Lin Chuan shouted loudly while standing outside the command center.

"Come in!"

Lin Chuan stepped into the command center. In the spacious command center, the staff were busy in front of the huge map, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Lin Chuan saluted Lin Nuoyan, "Uncle Lin, don't you know what's going on with me?"

Lin Nuoyan said with a serious expression: "That's right. According to the scout's return, the governor of Luoshan Province has mobilized a large army to rush towards Teres. At most, the dynasty army will arrive."

"Hmph, now our Xingtu army is strong and powerful. We will kill as many as we come!" Lin Chuan looked at the dynasty garrison troops.

"I know you are invincible and invincible, but after all, we are weak now, so I decided to withdraw to Nanchuan Province. Where is the territory of my Lin family, and can strengthen us faster."

"Are you going back? When?" Lin Chuan asked, with a look of joy on his face. He was reborn in Nanchuan Province, and he had regarded him as his hometown.

Lin Nuoyan waved his hand and said seriously: "We will evacuate Tres in two or three days at the latest, but before that, I need you to carry out a mission, which is related to the development of our Xing Tu army."

Lin Chuan showed curiosity on his face. What tasks needed to be carried out by himself was also related to the development of Xing Tujun.

Lin Nuoyan pointed to a small dot on the map and said, "This is Bree Town. Not far from the east of it is the treasure of the Lord of Teres. I want you to find the treasure and travel all the treasures to Nanchuan Province."

The treasure provider was the tax officer named Lu Dong. He was once responsible for burying this treasure. Except for Lord Tres, he was the most familiar with it. Now Lu Dong is under strict supervision. After all, this treasure is quite large.

"No wonder I have to go there myself." Lin Chuan already knew very well.

Lin Nuoyan: "There should be no danger when you go there this time. After all, there are very few people who know about this treasure. If you bring 500 elite people, you can choose the people yourself. No matter what, you must get this treasure." Lin Nuoyan told me firmly.

"Make sure to complete the task!" Lin Chuan saluted heavily and promised loudly.

"Go and be careful, see you in Nanchuan Province."
Chapter completed!