Of the twenty martial artists who participated in the morning assessment, the first entered the hall, the second waited outside the hall, and the remaining eighteen entered the west wing (ashes). At the entrance of the wing, four sergeants were standing, and two other sergeants also entered the wing, responsible for serving tea and pouring water for everyone.

In the west wing, there were eighteen rectangular tables about three feet high, exactly one for each person, which seemed to have been prepared a long time ago. On each table there is a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and several books of war. There is also a clean white porcelain bowl. Behind the table is a low couch covered with a layer of soft cushions, on which is a futon made of fine linen (the legend of Litter).

In the corner of the wing, there is also a branch of sandalwood, the fragrance is bursting, which can calm the nerves.

Song Zheng casually found a table against the wall and flipped through a few military books on the table, which were nothing more than common ones. He had read them all so well that he didn't look at them any more, but reclined down on the soft couch, closed his eyes, and rested.

No one made any noise in other martial arts, and honestly sat on a soft couch to sit down, or flip through a book, or recuperate. The two sergeants poured tea for each of them, then stepped aside and stood with their hands tied.

After a quarter of an hour, Tian Jinchang, who was suddenly sitting at the door, whispered, "One came out, brothers, I should pass." ”

Song Zheng sat up and arched his hand towards the door. Tian Jinchang nodded, looking quite confident, and turned out of the side door. Several martial artists had already crowded to the door to look outside.

"Look, the face of that person named Zhu Yishan is swollen."

"yes, I walk with a limp, and it doesn't seem to be very easy to test."

"Look at his sad face, I don't think he did well in the exam!"

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The discussion of several people made the few people who were originally sitting on the mat stand up and crowded to the door.

Song Zheng smiled and shook his head, Wu Jinshi was naturally not easy to test. After taking the Wujin Examination, as soon as he enlisted in the army, he was at the level of 100 households, and after a year of practice, if there was no fault, he would be awarded a deputy 1,000 households. Of course, if you are enough for the level of deputy thousand households, you may not necessarily lead a thousand soldiers, but you can just get such a high salary. To hold real power, it also depends on personal ability, connections, military exploits, and so on.

Not to mention anything else, the garrisons in the states of Shandong Road are generally thousands of households. But a martial artist, to sit in the position of a state garrison, generally speaking, not ten or eight years, it will not be his turn. Of course, if you are Wu Zhuangyuan, Bangyan, Tanhua and the like, it will be easier (Huangquan txt download).

Song Zheng slowly lay down again and continued to recuperate.

The next few martial arts have been inspected for a long and short time. The long one is only two tea times, and the short tea time comes out. Since the martial arts after the inspection all left the Wugong Academy, everyone had no way to ask them how they did in the exam. One can only guess the state of the expedition from their expressions.

Song Zheng ignored these and still closed his eyes to rest. After a while, someone shouted at the door, "Number Three is out." Song Zheng stood up, drank all the tea in the cup, arched his hand towards everyone, and walked out of the door of the wing room without hurrying.

Coming to the front of the main hall, Song Zheng stood upright, his eyes looking at the hall. The door of the main hall was closed, and there was no movement inside. The sound insulation of the temple door is good, and the sound coming out is also indistinct.

Song Zheng listened carefully for a while, and then he discerned that the fourth in it, a Jiangnan Road martial artist, was discussing the method of "increasing the stove" and "reducing the stove", Sun Bin reduced the number of troops and increased the stove, and Zhuge Liang reduced the number of troops and increased the stove, which is a famous case in the history of war. This martial artist said half a cup of tea, but before he could tell the story clearly, Song Zheng shook his head secretly. Since these generals have been selected as inspectors, how can they not even know this? There is no need to tell the story again at all. Just talk about the reasoning behind it.

Sure enough, one of the generals inside listened impatiently, interrupted the martial artist's words, and turned to ask another question about the ambush battle. Soon, another general competed with this martial artist, and the inspection ended.

At this moment, the door of the temple opened, and the sweaty warrior came out of it dejectedly. Li ignored Song Zheng and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Taking this opportunity, Song Zheng saw the layout in the hall.

In the hall, Feng Zhanbao and other five city guard generals sat on both sides of the hall, two on the left and three on the right, and He Kuan, the superintendent, sat on the left side. On the table in front of him lay pen, ink and paper. Behind him, a soldier was waving a pen, presumably to record the specific process of the investigation just now. After a few moments, the scribe stood up and asked He Kuan to sign a name on it (the latest chapter of Advent 1994).

Behind the general on the right, a row of chairs was set up. Xiao Hui sat in the middle, Qiu Shen, Lan Shiguang, Jiang Weiji and others were on both sides, whispering something.

The hall is quite large, between the left and right sides, there are five zhang apart, and the longitudinal is seven or eight zhang long. In the center of the open space three zhang away from the temple gate, there is a circular mark with a radius of two feet, which is thought to be the place where Wuju stood and answered questions.

"No. 5, Shandong Road Wuju Song Zheng entered the hall." The general, who was standing at the entrance of the temple, shouted. Song Zheng let out a sigh of relief, straightened his clothes, and walked up the steps.

As soon as he entered the hall, the eyes of all the generals in the hall swept towards Song Zheng. Song Zheng was not in a hurry, walked to the white circle, knelt on one knee, and hugged his fist towards Xiao Jun, "Shandong Road Wuju see the prince", and turned around again, "See your lords." ”

"Get up and participate in the inspection with peace of mind!" The voice of the cypress was straight, not as cold as when he was in Licheng that day.

"Thank you, Lord Wang!" Song Zheng stood up and stood with his hands down.

"Song Wuju's materials are all in the hands of the generals, so if you have any questions, you can ask." He Kuan's voice was soft, with a bit of sharpness. This He Jianjun is a eunuch. Among the armies of the whole country of Daqi, only the city guard army and the capital guard army have a supervising army, probably because these two armies defend the capital and need the royal family to personally control the movements.

A red-faced general on the right swept the paper in his hand, sighed, and asked, "Song Zheng, are you still a Wenju?" Or is it the first place in Shandong Road to the year of Wenju? ”

Song Zheng nodded. He was not surprised at all, and in the materials that Xin Qiji handed over to the Ministry of War, he listed in detail the origin, life experience, family background, and relatives of each Wuju within three generations.

"Yes, it's the first time I've seen a figure who is both a literary and a martial artist, and I'm still so young." The red-faced general smiled, "I won't let you memorize the military book, you just answer a question, why do the two armies want to seize the high ground in the battle?" ”

Song Zheng frowned, this question seems simple, but many people can't say it (read the full text of Star Evolution). However, Song Zheng has been familiar with "The Art of War" for a period of time, and it is not too difficult to answer this question.

"The terrainer, the soldier's help. The so-called terrain, the saint of soldiers, divides it into five types, namely, pass, hang, branch, pass, and risk. Among them, those who pass through the form will live in Gaoyang first, and the grain road will be profitable. Those who are in danger, I will live in them first, and I will live in Gaoyang to wait for the enemy; If the enemy lives first, lead him away, and do not obey him. Song Zheng quoted the scriptures and replied slowly, "I think that the high ground on the mountain can pass through all directions, and there are two advantages." First, it can observe the enemy's situation and arrange it for the generals to be calmly mobilized. Whether it is to protect logistics grain and grass, or to advance and retreat in the direction of the march, or even to ambush the enemy, it is extremely convenient for generals. Second, condescending, facing the enemy from top to bottom, the sergeant is like a rainbow, and the battle is sharp. The enemy's counterattack is not only laborious, but also vulnerable. Therefore, when the two armies are at war, there is high ground on the battlefield, and they must occupy it. ”

The red-faced general nodded, a smile on his lips.

After waiting for a while, a stout general with a half-foot black beard stood up and said with a smile, "My old palace is a rough man and rarely asks questions, but there are a lot of martial arts that have been beaten by me. Song Wuju, you seem to be the youngest among these martial arts, and your body doesn't look very strong, I don't know if you dare to try your fists and feet with me? ”

All the generals smiled, among the five generals who served as examiners, Gong Ligang was the most aggressive, and he generally shot when he examined martial arts. However, every time I came up, I hit it, and I never said so much nonsense. Thinking that it was Song Zhengwenju's name, he suppressed Gong Ligang and made a move against Song Wu, who looked more like a scholar.

Feng Zhanbao pursed his lips, he had witnessed Song Zheng's fist and foot kung fu. Diametrically opposed to Wen Xuan's appearance, Song Zheng was particularly ruthless when he moved. However, there are rules for investigation, and Feng Zhanbao can't interject casually.

Song Zheng hugged his fist, "Please ask General Gong to come down and advise!" ”

Gong Ligang didn't wear armor, thinking that he participated in more fights, and he thought that the armor was troublesome to wear, so he ended up wearing a cloth shirt. Song Zheng naturally didn't wear armor, which was more convenient to do (Super Almighty King).

The hall is quite large, and there is enough space for fighting. Gong Ligang stood still far away from Song Zheng, twisted his neck, and beckoned at Song Zheng, "Come, I'll let you attack first!" "I didn't open the shelf, I looked like I was normal.

The corners of Song Zheng's mouth curled, "General, that's so embarrassing." ”

Before he finished speaking, Song Zheng's body jumped out, extremely fast. Several exclamations immediately rang out in the hall. Obviously, despite the fact that these generals were well-informed, they had never seen such a speed.

Gong Ligang's eyes also widened instantly, staring at Song Zheng's whereabouts and clenching his fists.

Just four feet away from Gong Li, Song Zheng shook his body towards the left side of the other party, making a gesture of throwing to the left. Gong Ligang immediately moved, and his powerful right fist struck out towards the left front thunder.

Who knows, Song Zheng is a false trick this time. I saw a sharp increase in his feet, and he rushed to the right. Gong Li was startled, hurriedly changed his move, and hit his side with his left fist from the right armpit, and was about to turn around.

Song Zheng took a sharp step with his right foot, stretched out his left leg, hooked the opponent's calf at once, leaned back and turned around with his strength, bypassed the opponent's left fist, and slashed at Gong Ligang's neck with one palm. Because Song Zheng rushed forward quickly, his left foot hooked the opponent again, and only his right foot touched the ground, so the whole body could not continue to maintain balance. However, while attacking with his right palm, he stretched out his left hand, grabbed Gong Ligang's neck, took advantage of the situation to throw out his left leg, and landed on the ground, and the whole person also went around Gong Ligang's back.

Song Zheng slapped Gong Ligang's head in a daze, and he was dragged by Song Zheng and immediately fell to the ground. Before he fell, he also served as a tool for Song Zheng to restore his balance.

With just one face, Gong Li was just knocked to the ground. Several generals stood up at once and looked at Song Zheng in surprise. Only Xiao Hui, Qiu Shen, and Lan Shiguang were still sitting on the chairs, but they all showed surprise.

"General Gong, it doesn't matter to you?" Song Zheng squatted down and shook Gong Ligang.