After being picked up by the prince, Xiaojiaohua is wild and sassy

Chapter 21 I'm Leading Soldiers, Not Children
Wei Ling hurriedly followed: "Don't speed up suddenly, pay attention to your breathing rhythm, slow down, kid!"

At this time, Ru Huahua's mind was blank except for running forward, she had no energy to distract, and she didn't hear Wei Ling's words.She ran more and more chaotically, and the uncontrolled acceleration made her unable to hold on soon.

Not only did she run far, her limbs didn't seem to be her own, starting from the same hands and feet, and then her back foot stepped on the heel of her front foot, Ruhuahua's feet went limp, her knees landed on the ground, and she slammed heavily on the dirt road.

There was a burning pain in her knees immediately, Huahua's nose was sore, physical tears were almost overflowing, she gritted her teeth and did not cry out.

The two ran over immediately, Wei Ling got closer, and stretched out his hand to help him up, "Are you all right?"

Ruhuahua's nose became even more sore, she raised her hand to rub her eyes, but was caught by Zhong Liting who ran over, "Dirty, don't rub it."

Ruhuahua rubbed the soil on her hands, and the sand hit her palms, causing some prickling pain. She sniffed, tears filled her eyes, and said hoarsely, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

It was wrestling on the flat ground under the watchful eyes of everyone, which made her feel quite ashamed.

"It's nothing, the little girl's skin is a big deal!" Wei Ling knelt down, tilted his head slightly, and urged, "Come up, go to the military doctor's camp to have a look."

Before Ru Huahua had time to react, Zhong Liting's voice sounded at the same time: "Continue if you have nothing to do. Wei Ling, you are the same."

Wei Ling raised his head in astonishment, "Brother Ting?"

The reactions of the two men were completely different.The tone of Zhong Liting's half command just now did not even have any emotional ups and downs.

But she fell...

Ru Hua raised her head in a daze.

The eyes of the two met, Zhong Liting's expression was cold and serious, without the slightest hint of joking.

Pain, fatigue, incomprehension, grievance, all the emotions rushed to the tip of the nose, Ruhuahua hurriedly buried her head, and the tears she held back fell down.

Zhong Liting stared at the wetness that fell on the ground, "You can give up, I won't force you."

The three of them standing there are really eye-catching, and the bolder soldiers passing by around them silently slowed down and glanced over.

In their impression, their major general was young and promising, with excellent means and no pretensions in dealing with others, and he could get along well with everyone in the barracks. In fact, he was not a strict boss, but only in business Come on, that's really unreasonable.

Although he knew that Zhong Liting would never release water in business matters, Wei Ling still said in disbelief: "She is injured, can't you see it?"

"I saw it, so what?" Zhong Liting said calmly, "I lead soldiers, not children. When the order is given, as long as the leg is not broken, even if you climb, you have to climb to the end."

Zhong Liting turned his gaze back to Ruhuahua, and repeated: "You can give up, I never had hope from the beginning."

No consolation, no encouragement, just repeated blows.

With tears in her eyes, Ruhuahua didn't die, but was inspired to fight.

Why let her give up?
Why did she give up?

"I don't!" Ru Huahua wiped the overflowing tears with her sleeve, sniffed her nose, her voice was hoarse, but she repeated as if struggling, "I won't give up."

Zhong Liting's expression remained calm, showing no emotion: "Then continue."

Wei Ling said from the side: "Don't listen to him, come up, Huahua..."

Ru Huahua stubbornly pushed Wei Ling's hand away, "I can do it, and if others can do it, I can definitely do it too."

She knew that her speed was not as fast as others, but she couldn't even have the stamina to endure hardship, right?

Wei Ling was really afraid that something would happen if Ru Huahua looked like this, after all, he also had a role in sending people in.Perhaps guilty, Wei Ling raised his hand and grabbed Zhong Liting who was about to continue running, "You just have the heart to watch?"

"It's too late to be a flower protector now, isn't it?" Zhong Liting shook off Wei Ling's hand, "I said yesterday that I won't show mercy in training."

Wei Ling knew that Zhong Liting was serious about his business, so he didn't want to mention training with him, and only asked obliquely, "What kind of flower protector? I obviously respect the old and love the young."

Zhong Liting teased when he heard the words, "Since when did you become so passionate?"

"Can this matter be described with these words?" Wei Ling asked, "Are you sick?"

Zhong Liting didn't respond to his personal attack: "Thank you, thanks to your medicine, it's already healed."

"..." Wei Ling vomited blood angrily, and remembered that Zhong Liting was really injured and sick, so he suppressed his anger and said in a low voice, "It's only the first day of training today, is it really necessary to do this? "

Zhong Liting said indifferently: "I set a precedent on the first day, how can I train you later?"

"But she's different. She's a girl, and she's young."

"So you know it too?" Zhong Liting said, "Why didn't you think that she was an immature child when she was lying about her life?"

Wei Ling's confidence was a little lacking: "...What is working hard, it's not that serious."

"Whether it is serious or not, you know in your heart." The barracks never lacked ordinary soldiers, but what they lacked were lethal weapons.

Wei Ling felt wronged, "All right, I don't care, I can do whatever I want."

After Zhong Liting's ten laps, Ru Huahua hadn't finished five laps. Her speed was getting slower and slower, but she never stopped.

Zhong Liting walked not far behind her, watching her finish the remaining distance little by little.

Finally taking that last step, Ru Huahua lost all her strength in an instant, and threw herself on the ground wearily.

Zhong Liting, who had been watching all the time, grabbed her.

Ru Huahua looked up a little deliriously, her forehead was wet with beads of sweat, her complexion was pale, and her eyes were blurred and unfocused.

After a long while, her eyes finally had focus, she opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but the next moment, she seemed to be choked by something, she stretched out her hand and pushed Zhong Liting away, bent down and coughed several times in a row.

Suddenly, she turned her head and coughed out a mouthful of blood from her throat.

Blood……

The redness dangled in her sight, making her legs weak and unable to stand still.

Zhong Liting supported her shaking body, "Don't be afraid, you're not breathing properly, it's your throat bleeding."

It's okay...

Ru Huahua gradually regained her senses, and after a few seconds, she blinked, looked at Zhong Liting in front of her, and said hoarsely, "Young...General..."

"Speak less if your throat feels uncomfortable." After Zhong Liting finished speaking, he pulled off the weight on his legs two or three times, bent down to pick him up with one hand, and went straight to the tent.

Ruhuahua had a sore throat and said concisely: "Hands..."

She still hadn't forgotten that Zhong Liting's arm was injured.

What she said was oversimplified, but Zhong Liting understood, and raised his right hand leisurely, "Here it is."

He is measured and uses his left hand to hold people.

(End of this chapter)