The people in Bianliang City have a rare opportunity to see such a lively scene today. Those Wuxun children who used to say that they used to walk on the street and fight dogs were all tired and panting at the moment, running forward on this street guarded by the forbidden army. From time to time, you can also hear the laughter and cheering of some lively people, so that these warriors who also cherish their faces gritted their teeth and continued to run forward.

Those warriors who first rushed out of the barracks had never run such a long distance on foot, so they ended up rushing three or four miles. I found that my throat and eyes were very dry, and my legs were as heavy as lead, and the breathing sound was even more panting. Seeing it, some warriors who seemed to know that this kind of long-distance running, which was not a sprint but endurance, ran past them.

At first, the ten miles of martial artists gritted their teeth and persevered, but seeing that there was still some endless road, many martial artists had the idea of giving up and slumping to the ground. But I heard the sound of the itchy county king, who everyone hated, riding on a tall horse and roaring at their waste. The warriors who were unwilling to bear the name of waste had no choice but to continue to grit their teeth and keep running.

Looking at the queue that was relatively neat at the beginning, it began to become clear as the distance decreased. The first few leading warriors seemed to know how to adjust their breathing, and although the speed of running at the moment was not fast, they could continue to maintain the momentum of leadership. To Zhao Xiaoxi's surprise, among the six warriors in the lead, the prince who was thrown into the river by him was resolutely an example.

Wang Zishu, who also looked a little panting, saw Zhao Xiaoxi and thought that the other party would continue to hit him, but heard Zhao Xiaoxi, who was riding on a horse, say: "Adjust your pace, continue to do three steps and one breath, you have only run half the distance now."

Keep up your strength, or none of you will make it to the finish line. Remember, there are only a hundred places available, and missing an opportunity is likely to leave you with lifelong regrets. ”

Looking at Zhao Xiaoxi, who stopped his horse after saying these words, he began to teach this kind of martial artist to every martial artist who ran over. With just one reminder, most of them are able to adjust their breathing patterns.

When some martial artists began to follow Zhao Xiaoxi's teachings, they adopted the method of three steps and one breath, and after quickly adapting to it for a while, they found that this way of breathing did greatly reduce the frequency of their breath consumption.

I thought that among the nearly 1,000 martial artists who were assessed, there would always be one or two who withdrew, but I didn't expect some martial arts disciples. Even if they can't run in the end, they will stop for a while and continue running, and they are reluctant to give up this extremely rare promotion opportunity for them.

As the first warrior successfully completed the race, he was responsible for collecting their forbidden army, and a red mark was drawn on their number plates. It means that he has achieved the last chance to compete in martial arts, and the martial artist also seems to be relieved.

With the first children of the warriors to return, those civil and military officials and princes and nobles who came to watch also stretched their necks to see if those who rushed in were the children of their families. If you see your own children appearing, the elders of these children who are officials in the court will feel that their faces are bright.

When the military attache of the forbidden army, who was responsible for coloring the number plate, announced that one hundred martial artists would be promoted in this round of assessment, these hundred officials who did not see their own children naturally did not have very comfortable expressions. This means that after losing the opportunity in this round, it is really difficult to say whether the next four rounds can qualify again.

When Zhao Xiaoxi, who rode out of the camp, returned to the barracks and began to look coldly at the warriors who came later, every warrior felt that his face was hot. I felt that there was a trace of disdain in Zhao Xiaoxi's eyes when he looked at them. But for many martial artists who usually only practice martial arts and rarely practice this kind of long-distance running, they feel that it is really unfair to use this kind of running to determine the promotion.

But no matter what, they still lose, so they must have this kind of consciousness of being ridiculed by others. It seems that he is a little unwilling to return to the team, hoping to become the winner in the last few rounds of assessment.

Tell these panting warriors to rest for a pillar of incense, and then conduct the second strength assessment. Many of the warriors who came at the end didn't wait for them to complain, and Zhao Xiaoxi told them very unceremoniously. If they were on the battlefield just now, they wouldn't be able to outrun other people's swords and arrows even if they fled. It's polite enough not to knock them out, so what's the complaint?

While the warriors were resting, they soon saw a group of forbidden soldiers carrying the stone locks used for the second assessment in front of them. In the order of the previous long-distance runs, the first to try first. According to the assessment from 50 catties, 80 catties, 100 catties, 200 catties, four levels. Each warrior has three chances to try to lift the top 100 of the heaviest stone locks.

Looking at the stone lock weighing 200 catties, the warriors on the scene sighed, there shouldn't be many warriors who can lift such a heavy stone lock, right? Therefore, the first ten warriors who came out had the opportunity to carry the stone lock to feel the weight, and then select the stone lock they thought was most suitable for trial lifting.

Seeing that the first batch of ten warriors all chose the eighty-pound stone lock, the military attache of the forbidden army who was in charge of supervising it soon ordered that it could start. These warriors took deep breaths one after another, lifted these selected stone locks above their heads, and waited until they paused for a breath before letting go. As a result, in the first round of attempts, only five people succeeded, and the other five failed.

Fortunately, there were three opportunities to try lifting, and the forbidden army first asked the top five victorious warriors if they wanted to try to lift a 100-pound stone lock. If they feel that they have the qualifications to enter the final round of assessment and don't want to try to lift a hundred catties of stones, then their score is set at eighty catties.

The five successful martial artists all knew that these three attempts were very precious, even if they were not too sure. I also think I should give it a try and try to improve my grades. If they can get another promotion place, it means that among the other martial artists participating in the competition, there will be one less place, which also reduces the possibility of them being eliminated in the end.

Looking at the martial artist who successfully lifted a hundred catties, he looked ecstatic, and the others who hadn't tried it knew it. I'm afraid this guy will waste another one of them, and he will be able to qualify. In this way, there are really not many martial artists who are qualified to enter the ultimate martial arts competition in the end!

The quota for the three trials was used up, and the results of the ten martial artists also came out. Only one person succeeded in lifting 100 catties, the remaining seven lifted 80 catties, and the last two had no choice but to lift 50 catties. It seems that in terms of strength, they have undoubtedly lost the opportunity to advance. Fortunately, they had already qualified for the promotion when they ran the long distance just now, so they didn't feel any sadness.

After such a batch of competitions, when it was the turn of the last group of warriors to come in, the physical strength they consumed was also recovered while watching others lift the stone lock. Start gearing up and try to do a lift. In this kind of try, the person who can lift a hundred pounds means that he has a direct chance of promotion. The rest are more than eighty and fifty pounds.

As for the two hundred pound stone locks, only a few people and martial artists came up to the front and gave up very simply. Waiting until there are less than 100 warriors who lift 100 catties means that it is still necessary to select the warriors who have lifted the most times from among the warriors who have lifted 80 catties, and get the precious opportunity to advance in this round until the 100 places are finally completed.

With the completion of another 100-person quota for the final competition, Cho Hyo-seok announced the third assessment, that is, archery. In fact, it can be regarded as two rounds of assessment, one round is standing archery, and the other round is horse archery. Ten arrows per person, ranked by the number of times the arrow hits the target. This kind of bow and arrow shooting is also a must-learn for the sons of these eunuchs who are born in official families and practice martial arts.

Looking at the arrow target set up in the archery range, every martial artist who participated in the assessment knew that with the reduction of the assessment subjects. The final number of places is also decreasing, so if you want to advance to the end, the rest is up to their performance.

After two rounds of archery competition, Zhao Xu, who was in charge of watching the performance, and the civil and military officials also had an intuitive understanding of the martial arts who participated in the assessment.

And when it came to the fifth round of assessment, looking at Zhao Hyo-seok who appeared in front of them again, the signature sneering face appeared again. said: "To be honest, you are all famous, but your strength is really poor. If you are allowed to lead the troops into battle, I am really worried that you will not become the general who is incapable of killing the three armies in the future.

I've heard a story from someone before, and it can be summed up simply: 'Lose a nail, break a shoe; broke a farrier and broke a warhorse; Wounded a knight, lost a battle, lost an empire! ’。

Don't think that a low-level military attache is of little use against an army of thousands. You know, as long as you go to the battlefield, you will assume the fate of the entire empire, how can you use luck or luck to imagine? Everyone wants to be an official and worship a general, but with your current three-legged cat kung fu, do you think you are qualified to lead soldiers to the battlefield?

Just now I heard a lot of people say that I don't have back pain when I stand and talk, so I announce the fifth top before the test. Let me show you why I have the right to stand here and scold you shit, and you can only be scolded. Because, in my eyes, you are waste! ”

After finishing speaking, Zhao Xiaoxi pointed to the forbidden army's field and said: "One lap of that field is about two miles, and you ran twenty miles just now, and it is about ten laps." I took a look at it the fastest, and it took close to the time of the two pillars of incense. As for the slowest, I won't mention it, with your physical strength, let alone fighting, it is estimated that the enemy rushes in front of you, and you have no chance of escaping. ”

After speaking, Zhao Xiaoxi, who was dressed in armor, was soon under the gaze of the hundred officials and the children of the hundred officials. Carrying the dragon flag weighing hundreds of catties, he began to run quickly on the field.

With the end of the ten laps, the incense burned by the pillar had not yet been burned. And that's not all, Zhao Xiaoxi, who had finished ten laps of the field, came directly to the pile of stone locks, picked up a two-hundred-pound stone lock with one hand, and lifted it up and down ten times. He came to the white horse again, and from the hand of the commander of the forbidden army with an admiring face, he took the quiver full of iron arrows and clamped his legs.

The white horse galloped quickly, and these warriors who participated in the competition saw that Zhao Xiaoxi, who was on horseback, almost seemed to be integrated with the horse, using archery skills from front to back, left and right, and every iron arrow shot out broke the wooden stick that stood on the arrow target.

When the thirty iron arrows in the quiver were finished, the thirty wooden sticks of the arrow target that were almost broken in one position were amazing archery skills. The hundred officials who watched all this and the martial artists who participated in the assessment and competition became completely silent!

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