Near the cloud city side, like the south, it is a zigzag road that gradually rises until the top. On the backside is a steep slope of 70 degrees, which stretches all the way to the green forest.

Falling down the slope, not to death, but the difficulty is difficult, the slope is very sharp, the surface is very slippery, ordinary people, go down and can't climb up, so the two families stationed on the east and west sides of the north slope have a task, that is, to rescue those ordinary people who have lost their footing and rolled down the hillside.

How the northern slope was formed, no one knows, it is likely man-made, but it could also be a miracle of nature.

But no matter what, the northern slope of the mountain is a natural barrier, protecting the people of Cloud City. In addition, the terrain of Cloud City is very high, and it is difficult for ordinary martial artists to reach this height, so the pass in the south of the city has become the only way to enter Cloud City.

Of course, there will be no absolutes in everything, if anyone goes around the Green Light Forest from the side of Cloud City, or cultivates to a certain level, they can still enter through other means.

A group of 200 people, running fast on the north slope, these people are all martial artists, the worst level, all have the strength of the fifth level of junior martial artists, so the running speed is very fast, and the overall speed has reached 60KM per hour.

Zhang Zhaoshi showed riding the wind and waves, supervising the team in mid-air on the north side of the mountainside, because of the geographical relationship here, flying in this air is equivalent to being above a thousand meters in the sky, so it seems very difficult, but it is no problem to hold on for two hours.

Three minutes later, Zhang Zhao saw the team led by Bai Xue in front of him, their team was very long, and the front was quite neat, but when he got to the back, it was scattered, which had a great relationship with everyone's physical fitness.

"Hey, front, get out of the way. ”

The speed of the martial artists is several times that of these ordinary people, a distance of 100 meters, and the kung fu of a few breaths can catch up, in order not to affect the martial artists to continue running, Zhang Zhao shouted.

The soldiers here were already tired, when suddenly they heard a kicking sound behind them, which sounded like ten thousand horses galloping, and then they saw a group of people dressed in the same clothes as themselves passing by, and the scene was very spectacular for a while.

"Come on, boys!"

When Zhang Zhao, who was stepping on the purple clouds, skipped the snow and them, he smiled and urged. The rest of the soldiers who watched were envious and jealous.

Everyone is a young person, who doesn't want to be like Zhang Zhao, who just steps on the clouds and wanders around when he has nothing to do? If he can step on the clouds to go to school, it will definitely attract countless little fans.

After a while, Zhang Zhao's team had surpassed everyone, but at this time, the differentiation of the team was gradually obvious.

There were four rows, each with about fifty people. The first five rows are all senior martial artists ranging from four to eight, so the formation is still very good, but from the sixth row, the team is a little chaotic, at the beginning is just a few early senior martial artists are slightly behind, and then there is a group of junior martial artists, they are scattered and scattered, and they can no longer maintain the formation.

In the end, there were five or six people with poor physical fitness, who became the tail of the team, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't catch up.

After running for about fifty kilometers or so, the senior martial artist in front of him was also a little physically exhausted, Zhang Zhao took a look at everyone's state, so he ordered: "Okay, go back the same way!"

"Boom"

There was a thunderclap in the sky, and then it rained heavily, and the northern slopes of the mountain were all muddy, and the rain fell to form countless shallows, and the road was very slippery, and some people would fall from time to time, but no one gave up, and even if they fell, they would get up in the second second.

In order to stimulate everyone's enthusiasm for training, Zhang Zhao shouted loudly: "Go back to the base freely, the first place is a fire feather duck, the second place is half a duck, and the third place is a duck leg." ”

The so-called fire feather duck, which is a breed that has a first-class demon beast and poultry combined, has both the spirituality of a first-class demon beast and the survival rate of poultry, which is very suitable for rewarding the warriors in the army.

As soon as they heard this, those warriors who had already run to the negative point broke out again, and one by one they yelled and increased their speed and began to run back.

For the first training, Zhang Zhao arranged for them to a low degree, and it was only a hundred kilometers back and forth, which was not easy for a martial artist, but if he persevered, he could still finish it.

When it comes to free running, it is clear who is strong and who is weak, and the junior martial artists who are five times behind have already run away, but only the dozen or so junior martial artists who have become the hind legs of the team.

Among them were two female soldiers, and looking at them, it seemed that they couldn't run.

"Can you do it? If you can't, admit defeat and start going back, right?"

Zhang Zhao's words were full of sarcasm, he didn't want these soldiers to admit defeat like this, you can admit defeat in training, but on the battlefield, admitting defeat is equivalent to death.

"Captain, admitting defeat is not my style, it's just that my ability is limited and I run a little slower, if you give me some more time, I just grind, and I have to grind back. ”

A soldier of medium stature said.

"Well, that's fine, hurry up, it's too late to go back, and the ducks are gone. ”

Zhang Zhao accompanied the twelve backward soldiers until twelve o'clock at midnight before returning to the base.

The team led by the four hunters had already returned early, and their team members had also started their next training, push-ups.

At this time, 800 people pulled away, all propped up on the ground, sweat mixed with rain, and from time to time someone let out a hoarse roar to cheer themselves on.

Looking at their appearance, it is obvious that it has not been a while.

Since Zhang Zhao hadn't come back yet, everyone in the martial arts group sat in the mud and rested, watching the white-hot battle in front of them.

Leng Jia'er was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, and there was blood flowing from the corners of her mouth, she lay on the ground, her face buried deep in the soil, and she couldn't move.

On the other hand, her opponent is much worse than her, her nose is blue and her face is swollen, it is already an inevitable phenomenon, and the whole person lies in the muddy water and closes her eyes, not knowing whether she is dead or alive.

As a martial artist, they couldn't stand up even when they were tired from fighting, so you can imagine what they have experienced in the past few hours.

The two went from the martial arts duel at the beginning to the hand-to-hand combat at the back. From the beginning of the simple competition, to the killing intent of each other, and then later, I couldn't lift my arm to continue fighting, and finally, I was tired and lay on the ground.

Looking at the two of them in such a mess, Zhang Zhao shook his head helplessly and said, "Help them up." ”

"Jia'er, Jia'er. ”

"Flare, flare. ”

The men and women called their names and lifted them up.

Interestingly, it was three male soldiers who helped Leng Jia'er. And the one who helped the one named Yaoguang were two female soldiers.