He was a model in the world of self-cultivation in his last life.

Hard and fast rules say no. "

Before Jiuli could relax, Qi Siyuan said again: "But it's better to be assigned by the military camp. In the real battle, there are many unexpected situations. If you don't fully cooperate now, military training will be meaningless."

He didn't think there was anything wrong with Jiuli being picky about the bigu pills distributed by the empire. Those things were indeed not for people to eat, and he didn't say that they must be eaten after being distributed.

Like Feng Silan, who participated in many military trainings, but had never eaten the public bigu pill before she fell into the thirteenth star.

However, although Qi Siyuan is not a perfectionist, he is a detail-oriented person. Whether it is playing games to score points or other things, he must strive for excellence in everything he does and try his best to reach his limit.

He thought so, and said so.

Jiuli realized something, nodded and said: "What you said makes sense."

Gu Changling sent a voice transmission to him: [The truth is the truth, but Xiao Jiu doesn't have to wrong herself.Going to the battlefield is to kill the enemy, not to be an ascetic monk. It is enough for us to do our duty and live a good life. ]

When Jiuli heard this, he immediately stopped being entangled.

What Qi Siyuan said was not wrong, but it didn't fit his temperament. He agreed, but he didn't have to hold himself to the same standard.

Thinking about it, Jiuli smiled again, picked up the vegetables on the dinner plate and fed them to Gu Changling, and said with a smile: "Brother, eat better."

How could Gu Changling not know that he was a picky eater, he ate the vegetables around his mouth, and said to him: "Eat as much as you want, don't always eat meat."

Jiuli: "Yeah, okay, okay."

As a result, after a meal, almost all the vegetables on Jiuli's plate went into Gu Changling's mouth. Fearing that he would not be full, Gu Changling unprincipledly gave him some of his nutritious luncheon meat.

After eating and drinking enough, he rested for an hour in the large dormitory of Bairentongpu, and then received drills from the instructors again.

I stood in the military posture for another afternoon, and in the evening it was a theoretical simulation class - log in to the regional network on the military training bracelet, learn to operate various military weapons, and be familiar with various attack methods.

Military vehicles, military guns, military cannons, military armor, warships... etc., wait until you are familiar with it in theory, then replace it with live ammunition.

At the end of the day, I was exhausted.

And this is just the beginning.

Standing in a military posture, cross-country running, obstacle running, rock climbing, walking on the ground, walking forward, forming a square...

What's even more frightening is that after finally adapting to the previous day's training volume, the limit breaks through, and even more devilish training will start again.

Day after day of training and learning, not to mention delicate and frail mortals, even monks practice until they cry.

Half a month later, while taking a bath in the big bathhouse, Gu Changling found that Jiuli's waist had become thinner.

He held Jiuli's waist, measured it with his hand, frowned and said, "Why did you lose so much weight?"

The author has something to say: The resentment of the stupid author must make the cubs stand in a military posture for two months, hum~~~