Qian Shuo just talked to Gao Shun and the middle-aged man named An Rui on the stage, and then he didn't speak, but after a while, Gao Shun came to the front of the formation with a little iron, and said in a deep voice: "Listen to the order!" ”

"Whoa!" Hundreds of people roared in unison, and their voices soared into the sky, and the entire West Garden seemed to tremble.

"Half a month later, the competition to select generals, divided into archery, horse warfare and foot combat, the angel specially invited the palace swordsman Wang Yue assessment, the next half month, you and others to practice martial arts, half a month later, only sixty people remained!" Gao Shun said in a deep voice.

"Tournament?" Chen Mo's eyes widened in astonishment, this is a selection of generals and not elite soldiers, as a general, martial arts can only be regarded as an assistant, right? Martial arts are naturally good, but even if martial arts are not good, it can't be said to be bad, right? Isn't the most important thing for a general to lead troops?

"Hey, there's another guy who doesn't have much skill but likes to comment on it." Cui Geng on the side gritted his teeth a little and said.

No matter what happens, what I am most afraid of is the layman to guide the insider, Gao Shun's ability is a person, they naturally know that it is impossible to make such a stupid decision, the three people on the stage are obviously based on Qian Shuo, who came up with this idea, it is naturally not difficult to guess.

Chen Mo's face was a little unsightly, whether it was a competition in the art of war or military training, he asked himself that among these people in Xiyuan now, no one is his opponent, but if he talks about martial arts, archery he can also, even if he is riding on a horse, he is not afraid of anyone, but if it is about martial arts, his martial arts are not bad, but he has suffered a young loss, one-on-one, with his current figure, not to mention that no one can beat him, but in this group of people, he can only rank in the middle, Cui Geng's strength is great, and he has the experience of going into battle to kill the enemy, if he really moves, he is afraid that he is not his opponent, And those who are about the same strength as Cui Geng, there are quite a few in this barracks.

For this extremely layman's selection rules, some people are naturally happy and some are worried, and for many people who have good martial arts but impressive IQ, this is undoubtedly their opportunity.

"In terms of martial arts, there are not many generals who can teach you, and you can train by yourself." Gao Shun dropped a sentence and turned to leave, obviously a little disheartened.

"Brother, Luoyang is like this, if you want to open a little, accept your fate, we people, even if we don't accept it, it's useless." Seeing Chen Mo standing in place in a daze, Cui Geng patted him on the shoulder and said.

"I never believed in fate, if I believed in fate, I would have died in the Yellow Turban Rebellion, how could I be today?" Chen Mo glanced at Cui Geng and shook his head, but the rebellious spirit in his bones was stimulated, no matter what he did, he could do his best, and martial arts were the same.

At the moment, he ignored Cui Geng and walked straight in the direction of the stone equipment next to the school grounds.

Chen Mo knows his own situation best, if he talks about martial arts alone, he is no worse than anyone in this school, what he is poor is strength.

Although he has been working hard all these years, Chen Mo has never overdone his training, nor will he put all his energy on boiling his body, martial arts, it is enough to be able to protect himself, he never thought of being the number one general in the world, it is more used to strengthen the body, but this time, he is ready to devote himself to training.

In fact, his physique is not bad compared to his peers, but in this big camp, most of them are young people in their twenties and thirties, and their strength is naturally much greater than that of his age, but he does not need to be the first in terms of strength, sixty places, he just needs to make sure that he is among these sixty people, and this hope is still there, because whether it is riding or archery, he is not bad.

Looking at Chen Mo, who quickly put into training, Cui Geng sighed, such people are actually rare, most people, in the face of sudden changes, are more dazed and decadent, right?

One suddenly appeared in front of him, and Cui Geng still admired it in his heart.

Especially some people around him have begun to ridicule, Gao Shun is obviously not ready to care, these thorns who were strongly suppressed by Gao Shun have also begun to recover a little bit of their nature, not necessarily malicious, but Cui Geng knows that this kind of words with a bit of jokes is actually easier to disintegrate a person's heart.

"Mo Lang, don't worry, everyone knows your ability, even if you can't be selected this time, wait for me to gain a firm foothold in the army, and then I will have your own place, don't train your body." A powerful man sat on a stone lock, watching Chen Mo keep repeating strange movements, and said with some amusement.

"Alright, don't follow suit." Cui Geng stepped forward and kicked him: "If it weren't for that angel bullshit who didn't understand, what could you do?" ”

"This is fate!" The strong man laughed, originally with his understanding of the art of war and strategy, as well as his ignorance of the overall planning of grain and grass, he couldn't take his turn at all, but now that the peak has turned, he has become an almost certain general, naturally happy, he is in a good mood at the moment, he didn't care about Cui Geng's kick, patted the dust on his legs, and walked to the shade of the tree with a small tune.

Although Gao Shun's daily training is also torturous, it is more about combat skills and coordination, and there is rarely training for strength alone, but Chen Mo is putting aside all other training methods at the moment, and starting to frantically carry out strength training in a systematic way to strengthen the body.

His ability to recover since he was a child is amazing, no matter how tired he is, as long as he sleeps, the sleepiness will be completely gone, and there will be no soreness or dark injuries in his body, and now this masochistic training, at first everyone thought that he just couldn't accept the reality to vent, and I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get up tomorrow.

But the next morning, looking at Chen Mo, who was constantly squatting down and standing up with a wooden stake on his shoulder, or lying on the ground up and down, everyone felt that the child was a little crazy.

Especially after a few people learned Chen Mo's movements a few times, they looked at Chen Mo's gaze and were a little frightened.

All day long, except for a short rest during mealtime, Chen Mo was doing this kind of action frantically at other times, even if the bruises began to bubble out, he would not stop.

For seven consecutive days, everyone was worried about whether this kid would train himself to death at first, but the next day, this kid could always run out alive and continue this masochistic training, and after a long time, everyone became accustomed to Chen Mo's behavior, this kid is a freak, different from normal people.

But Rao is like this, watching Chen Mo rain or shine, using this masochistic way to train uninterrupted every day, it is the person who looks at Chen Mo who is unhappy, and he has basically shut up now.

People who work hard are generally not annoying.

Don't you believe in fate?

Under the shade of the trees in the school field, looking at Chen Mo who was training frantically, Cui Geng suddenly felt that something was blocked in his throat, and he silently drank a few sips of water, and suddenly chuckled.

"What's wrong?" The companion beside him wondered.

"I suddenly felt that there was a real possibility that Merlang would be chosen."

"I'm afraid it's not easy!"

"We'll see."