The sunset reddened half the sky, and the screams of the barracks had calmed down.


    After training for a day, the soldiers began to leave in twos and threes, went to the big tent of the dormitory, took down their food boxes and went to the kitchen to get food.


    Chumo and two soldiers shuttle among these running soldiers, holding a paper roll in his hand, which is the list Tang Hao wrote last night.


    The burly captain is carrying the armor he just took off. When he sees Chumo and his party looking around, he hurried over.


    On his sweaty cheeks, there was an inexplicable tension in his relaxed expression just now.


    Chumo is a famous devil instructor in the military camp. The man arranged running with people on his back, fighting in the mud, and the ten kilometer cross-country.


    So that the sergeant''s first reaction when he saw the officer was to dodge, for fear that he was making some new tricks to torture people.


    "General Cheng,"


    The sonorous and powerful salute was sent out from the mouth of the burly man in front of him, and the afterglow of the sunset reflected the flowing sweat with a touch of luster.


    Chumo looks serious and looks at the captain and says in a deep voice.


    "Training intensity ah, still have the strength to talk!"


    "Intensify efforts tomorrow!"


    The eyebrows of the figure in front of him were twisted in an instant, and then relaxed in an instant. He held his head high and solemnly replied.


    "Yes!"


    Chumo hands the list to Yang Yang.


    "I''ll look at the soldiers on the list at the time of incense!"


    It was actually a list, not a cruel training program. The captain was more or less happy.


    As soon as he picked up the list in Chumo''s hand, the captain ran away for fear that the terrible instructor would arrange some strange projects for himself.


    A moment later.


    A strange scene appeared all over the barracks.


    In front of the long row of kitchens, the sleeping tents lying in disorder and the pool water still taking a bath were filled with the voices of the school captains shouting their names.


    Unbiased, when the incense in front of Chumo burns to the last point, the 300 soldiers inscribed on the scroll stand in front of Chumo.


    Because the notice was too hasty, and there was no lack of whip in the hands of the school captain, many soldiers came in disheveled clothes.


    Chumo''s face became gloomy when he swept over the soldiers.


    "Look at you!"


    "If the war breaks out, just like this, how to fight?"


    When everyone thinks that punishment is inevitable, Chumo waves his hand.


    "Half a cup of tea, take your bags and go!"


    Soldiers take the execution of military orders as their bounden duty. They don''t dare to ask where they are going and what they are doing. In my mind, only the approaching hour revolves.


    A swarm of people rushed back to their bedroom, took their bags and hurried to the school again.


    Those soldiers with jobs have long been accustomed to seeing the hurried figure of those first-class soldiers.


    Only because they are Tang Hao''s subordinates, and only because they have a mysterious special identity.


    It''s easy to assemble a team of 300 people. When standing neatly in front of Chumo, many people are panting and waiting to arrange new tasks.


    Seeing this, Chumo, who was sitting at the top of the school field, finally showed a happy smile.


    "It''s not bad. It''s a lot faster!"


    Just this simple word, many soldiers were already very happy.


    Some people worry about Chumo''s rice on the table, lick their lips and swallow their saliva.


    The two meals I picked up have long been put aside by myself. I don''t know how long it will take for my current task to go back and pick up two.


    Chumo doesn''t seem to want to talk. He grabs the bamboo chopsticks on the table and eats them in front of a square of 300 people. He doesn''t care about the feelings of the soldiers around him.


    After a incense stick, a bowl of white rice has reached the bottom.


    Chumo stands up at the corner of his mouth.


    "Very good!"


    "Let''s go!"


    Without any instructions, just a few words


    The soldiers have all kinds of doubts, but they never dare to mention it. They silently wait behind Chumo and slowly leave the barracks.


    Such things are not only in the military barracks, but also in the whole Chang''an.


    In the foundry, a soldier in yellow armor raised his token and looked coldly at the craftsman who was beating the iron bar.


    "Bingbu iron life, take it away!"


    The terrified craftsman was immediately taken away by the soldiers, causing suspicion among the craftsmen around him.


    Even in the royal kitchen, there are yellow armor shuttling around.


    No one knows why, and no one dares to ask why these people were taken away by soldiers.


    Because the Yellow armour is the symbol of the royal family and the noble status of his Majesty''s personal soldiers.


    As night fell, the soldiers in disguise took these people gathered from all over the imperial city and walked outside the city.


    With a sound of plain clothes, Tang Hao appeared a mile away in the suburbs. Standing beside him was a sound of black clothes and eighteen black riders holding Tang Dao.


    The crowd gathered from all sides, and Tang Hao''s dignified voice brushed over everyone''s head.


    "From today on, you will be anonymous and will be named after the number of types of work."


    "We''re going to reach a barren mountain, isolated from the world, and we can''t get out of the mountain until the instrument is born..."