The painter just thought, suddenly there was a gong in his ears, following the prestige, the school martial arts field of the Tielin Cavalry in the southwest was crowded, and the light of the armor under the dark red iron armor of the warriors was dazzling, and more people were dressed up in strong clothes, and they were not wearing armor, and the recruitment day of the Tielin Cavalry was actually chosen today? Luo Tongyuan's eyes lit up.

The recruitment has been carried out for some time, and in the beginning of the archery and riding tests, nearly eighty percent of them were eliminated. The rest automatically divided into two groups, one group of noble sons in bright robes and armor, and the other side of the common samurai, each talking in low voices, rarely making eye contact.

Tielin cavalry stood on both sides of the square with guns, and in front of the viewing platform directly north, there were eight men standing quietly with their hands down. They were all well-proportioned, their eyes were shining, and they stood there casually, but they were like a cold blade separating the front and back of the bluestone platform, and even the armorers did not dare to approach, as if they would be cut by the fierce murderous aura they exuded.

On the stage, Wei Muheng changed into a decent armor and stepped across the sword, which set off his original extremely heroic face. Wei Muheng stood on the stage and did not speak immediately, he patiently waited for everyone in the audience to stop their tongues, but the low voice of speech always lingered in the square. At this time, a man stepped down from the stone platform, and his face and figure fell into the eyes of Luo Tongyuan, who was looking at it from a distance, and the Xixia painter actually had the feeling of seeing a sculpture. The muscles on the man's face seemed to be stiff, and he couldn't see the slightest expression, he walked up to the eight men and stood still, and let out a shout, "Silence", a low voice rolled across the playground, and many people smelled an iron smell.

"Silence." The eight people echoed in unison in the man's voice, and the coercion revealed in the words was more terrible than the death of the general from the depths of his throat on the execution ground of the nine clans, and suddenly made the school martial arts field silent.

Everyone was thinking in their hearts, who is this terrifyingly calm young man? Sun Hui, who was sandwiched among the civilian warriors, knew that he was secretly frightened, when he first saw the horse market ten days ago, he didn't see that this person named Wei Sha had such courage, it seems that Tielin Riding is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. However, when he saw Xiao Tiantian, who was still wearing a brown robe behind Wei Muheng, he no longer took that Wei Sha seriously.

The army of Western Xia was about 500,000 people, and the military was divided into five types: "Iron Harrier", "Capture Army", "Wei Rong Army", "Poxi Army", and "Collision Linglang". "Iron Harrier" is the "Iron Forest Cavalry", is the most elite unit of the Western Xia cavalry, equipped with the most sophisticated war horses, the most selected armor and the best warriors, only 3,000 people, but also divided into 10 teams, each 300 people is a combat group, in the chaotic and entangled battle with them decisive battle.

The "Capture Army" is the original creation of the Tangut people, specially used to plunder the enemy's people in war, some like the Khitan people fighting grass valleys. It's just that the Tangut people are poorer, and their desire for money and things makes them more ruthless. This force actually reached 100,000 people.

The "Wei Rong Army" was the Praetorian Guard of the capital of Western Xia, with a total of 5,000 people, all of whom were the sons of nobles in Western Xia. It is difficult to estimate the combat effectiveness, and it is unknown whether the Xixia royal family used them to guard the gate, or as hostages, and threatened the nobles to submit.

The "Poxi Army" is regarded as the artillery of the Tangut people, and the shells are stones, of different sizes, the large ones are used to siege the city, and the small ones are used to smash the oncoming enemy in a basket.

As for "Bang Linglang", it is the shameful label of the founder Li Yuanhao and the Western Xia people, which fully proves how despicable and shameless they are.

"Bang Linglang" was a sturdy man specially selected by the Tangut people from the Han people, who did not have any good weapons for them, and drove them to the front whenever there was a battle. It's easy to think about what will happen: if you want to cut a knife at a party member, you have to kill them all first!

Because of this, Sun Hui has never had a good impression of the Western Xia people, and what General Wei did yesterday made him even more angry.

Today, if possible, he's ready to settle accounts with this guy.

Of course, the most important thing is to take Xiao Tiantian away.

At this time, Xiao Tiantian on the high platform didn't notice him, this is not unreasonable, from Wei Sha's cold and sharp eyes, Sun Hui can see what he doesn't have, and how can his master Wei Muheng hide it?

Sun Hui was shortlisted for the final knife test with his skillful bow and horse skills.

"Everyone's blood is boiling." Wei Muheng only began to speak at this time, "Then let's fight." All of you have received a matching knife, and with the knife in your hand, you will come to the stage and compete with my men, not one, but all of you. The victorious one can be selected for the Iron Forest Ride. As if chatting with the neighbor, he walked back to the chair and sat down and narrowed his eyes.

The chill climbed up the branches, and an ant came out of the crack in the ground, and was immediately trampled into pulp by the man under the viewing platform. The eight men marched in unison, stood in a row against the wind, lifted their robes, and put their hands on the numb and bandaged hilt of the knife at their waists. Only Wei Sha grabbed the corner of his robe, retreated behind everyone, and suppressed the formation.

Almost instantly, there were unbelieving samurai rushing up, a hundred paces away, rushing to the front of the shot is still strong and powerful, the men see the knife fight, see fist to fist, a few dismantling easily subdued each other, the foot will fall to the ground mourning and crying out to the side one after another, still hand on the handle of the knife does not move, the wind picks up a few strands of hair falling from their foreheads, although not romantic, but full of male nature.

The painter on the building in the distance suddenly had an inspiration, picked up the wolf's hair on the case, soaked it in ink, and dropped a heavy pen on the snow-white rice paper.

The more difficult the moment, the more likely the person's resistance is to erupt, but one person rushes out, and the rest of the people then run wildly, in fact, the result is very simple, not to be eliminated if you are shortlisted, and there is never a buffer before winning or negative. The momentum of the rush of hundreds of people was also very terrifying, and the eight Tielin cavalry generals suddenly followed each other, and instantly turned into a circle with Weisha as the core and stood still, exhaled and raised their voices, and sang in their mouths, "Tielin!" Man has been nailed to the earth like the roots of a tree.

The pen in the artist's hand grew faster and faster, and thick black ink poured out of the nib, revealing the image of a mad samurai on the paper.

The men fought each other's blood, like waves of angry waves crashing into the central Xixia generals, and the eight generals also pulled out the long knives at their waists, although they made a move with the back of the knife, every time they drew a knife, there would be a person who would bleed on the spot, and the circle had a faint expansion trend. Wei Sha, who was standing in the array, lowered his head, pulled a black robe to his chest, his messy and narrow hair covered his eyebrows, and his body slowly rose and fell like a tide. Sun Hui saw that the warriors were tightly guarded, and every time someone was under too much pressure, the formation would rotate an angle to send the recuperated people to the apex, knowing that there would be no results in fighting like this, he put away his knife and withdrew from the battle group, secretly adjusting his breathing.