King Zhao stared at Qi Sheng's hard smile, a little embarrassed and speechless, but at least the other party did not continue to increase the difficulty of the battle, so King Zhao did not say more, and directly asked General Liu to personally select two hundred sturdy recruits - to form a temporary combat team to compete with King Zhao. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At first, those recruits were reluctant: first, because they didn't know how capable King Zhao was, if they were injured in vain, they would definitely suffer a loss in the solo fight of the future, which would affect the assessment results. Second, the identity of King Zhao is there, which is equivalent to the status of the prince, if he is hit head-on, wouldn't he offend the future king?

In fact, there are many aspects involved, which make these selected recruits jealous, because of this: they are not proud of learning from King Zhao, but one by one gloomy, with a helpless and helpless look of boredom.

King Zhao has insight into the world, and naturally has a little study of people's hearts, so when he saw that the recruits in the audience were not very cooperative, and they had not lined up for a long time, he saw what they were worried about when they were absent-minded.

King Zhao lowered his eyebrows and spoke with a serious face:

"All the soldiers on the field listened to the order: you and the battle drill with this king is part of the assessment! After this pillar of incense is lit, the identity of this king is that of an examiner, that's all! Those who perform well in the battle can get the same special treatment as the Qi generals. Therefore...... If you are willing to give up this great opportunity for promotion, you can quit immediately! ”

King Zhao's admonition not only has the effect of calming people's hearts, but also has the effect of deterring the hearts of the army. When the recruits who were anxious and grinding heard that they could take this opportunity to win together, they immediately changed their sluggishness to their eyes and looked forward to it, and the formation of troops was completed in an instant, just waiting for King Zhao to take the throne.

King Zhao turned to General Song and signaled, General Song bowed his head kindly, and King Zhao stepped down from the high platform and stood in front of the recruits a few meters away in the wind.

Zhao Wang Yingting's posture is straight and long, the dark robe is fluttering with the wind, the handsome eyebrows and eyes are like carvings, and the hearty face has a clean smile.

He was not arrogant or impatient, and he didn't even have any pre-battle excitement, just staring straight ahead with a calm gaze. Calm to a trace of conceit, pleasant to a little arrogant, his casual appearance, showing a posture of looking at the world.

Qi Sheng, who was originally expressionless on the stage, actually hooked his lips and smiled after seeing King Zhao's demeanor clearly, his face was full of interest, and so was General Song. The rest of General Liu and Fang Youwei were a little worried, and privately thought that King Zhao was too lazy.

"Start—"

General Song gave an order, the incense was also lit, and those recruits who were blushing and victorious rushed forward without thinking, their desire for battle was like a wolf and a tiger, all written in their murderous eyes.

The team composed of recruits is not as orderly as the regular establishment of the Xiao Yong Army, and they don't know how to cooperate and mobilize, they just blindly rush to King Zhao and kick their legs, and even fear that others will rob the battle and fight to the death with King Zhao, so that teammates can't get close, and there is no help.

King Zhao didn't want to startle the snake, so he just defended and didn't attack, but just looking at his shape-shifting speed, it is not difficult to know that King Zhao's strength is no less than Qi Sheng.

General Song, who was in high spirits on the stage, had a particularly surprised expression, I am afraid that even he had never expected that King Zhao would have such ability.

If the difficulty of fighting against Qi Shengcai is compared with that of King Zhao, the latter is more difficult. Because: although the veterans of the Brave Army have extremely complete combat strategies, they can only fight against the two armies, and only when the two sides are equal in number and ability. If you face a powerful enemy and you have to see through the formation in an instant, the battle will end quickly, and the example of Qi Sheng is enough to illustrate.

But King Zhao's opponents were a group of recruits who had never been on the battlefield, and they were good at fighting alone, so that there was no order to follow; Not to mention that the recruits are too utilitarian, there are a group of people who want to win the first credit quickly, and a group of people who want to take advantage of the fisherman, and then it becomes a wheel war, the front falls and the rear is made up, endlessly, just by virtue of the time-consuming and labor-intensive can toss King Zhao enough.

Therefore, if King Zhao wants to win, there is only one way - to defeat them one by one.

Time was slowly passing, and King Zhao had only knocked down a third of the people, and the incense had already burned out nearly half of it.

General Song on the high platform was no longer in good spirits, and the severity between his eyebrows revealed a few hints of worry, as if he was worried that if King Zhao continued to fight, he was afraid that he would be tired and injured.

On the other hand, Qi Sheng, he had an indifferent look on his face, and at the same time said silently in his heart: If you can't even deal with this tactic, then you are not worthy of fighting me.

Looking at the audience again, King Zhao's face gradually turned white, and his expression was a little tired, perhaps it took too long and consumed too much physical strength, after all: King Zhao defeated nearly eighty recruits with his bare hands.

After kicking the recruit on his right hand side, King Zhao raised his eyes to look at the retreating crowd, his eyes were slightly sad, and his expression was annoyed.

The recruits were extremely cunning and refused to rush forward, they pestered King Zhao one by one to fight him, and when the two sides fought, the others hid in the shadows to peek at King Zhao's face, and if King Zhao showed a slight trace of physical exhaustion, the next daring one would come forward.

Perhaps because King Zhao's face was not good, and the joints of his fists creaked, the recruits did not dare to act rashly for a while, and none of them stepped forward.

King Zhao lowered his eyes helplessly, wanting to imitate Qi Sheng's moves against the veterans, but he couldn't do it. After thinking for a moment, King Zhao's mind flashed, he raised his lips slightly, and then "plopped", knelt on one knee, and supported the ground with his left hand, as if he was going to faint in the next moment.

The moment King Zhao fell, General Song gasped, and Qi Sheng's pupils also tightened, both of them thought that with King Zhao's force, they should not be so unbearable.

King Zhao pretended to be in pain, kneeling on the ground for a long time, and the recruits who were originally afraid of King Zhao looked at it for a long time, and after confirming that it was correct, they immediately flocked to it, and no one was willing to be left behind.

They were all thinking about giving King Zhao the final blow and going with the flow to become the next Qi Sheng.

But everyone never expected that when King Zhao fell to the ground and was about to receive an impatient punch from one of them, he suddenly caught the fist handed by the man, took the other person into his arms, and used it as a weapon to spin around in the air, sweeping over a circle of recruits. It was too late, but it was too soon, and at this time, a recruit took the opportunity to sneak up on the rear.

King Zhao was quick to see and caught the left leg sent by the sneak attack soldier again. King Zhao wrapped his left hand around the arm of the previous soldier, and his right arm wrapped around the feet of the next soldier, and shouted in the center of the training ground, and then burst out with a terrifying force as strong as a tiger and a leopard.

I saw that he lifted the bodies of the two soldiers and made them take off, and then used the two soldiers as a gun and a stick, swinging the spear and stick, the moves were smooth, and the wind was strong under his feet, and he overturned the recruits who stepped forward to compete for merit. In an instant, King Zhao was unmatched, swallowing mountains and rivers.