Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly and swept his gaze over the hundred soldiers before him.
"How have you been living these past days?"
He stepped forward and asked in a sonorous, forceful voice.
"You there!" He pointed at a lean young man.
"My lord is kind and benevolent. We have eaten our fill and slept soundly these past days!" the man said vigorously.
Of course they had eaten their fill and slept soundly.
With food provided in unlimited supply, how could they possibly go hungry?
After doing hard labor all day, they fell asleep like dead pigs the moment their heads touched the pillow. How could they sleep poorly?
Compared to half a month ago, these men were still dressed in ragged clothes, but their spirits and physical condition had changed completely.
Their once-waxy faces had grown rosy, and their former deathly listlessness had been replaced by vigor and vitality.
Though they were still thin, they were no longer as feeble and skin-and-bones as before.
"Do you want to keep eating your fill and sleeping soundly in the future?" Yang Zhengshan asked again.
"Yes!"
The corners of Yang Zhengshan's mouth lifted slightly. "Then train properly for me!"
"Starting today, one month of basic training officially begins!"
"I have only one demand for you: obey orders!"
"If I tell you to lie down, you must never stand. If I tell you to run, you must never stop!"
"If I tell you to advance, then even if a mountain of blades and a sea of flames lie ahead, you will wade through them!"
"Obeying orders is a bottom line you must never touch!"
"Do you understand?"
"Understood!" the group roared themselves hoarse.
They did not actually know why they had to obey orders. They shouted that they understood merely out of habit formed