On the second day, the centurions of each barracks followed their generals to the martial arts arena in the center of the camp.

It was still Vice General Luo who presided over the drawing of lots for them.

Today's process is a little different than yesterday's.

Today, I want to draw a note from the big box in Vice General Luo's hand, and which battalion is drawn, you can choose the centurion of that battalion to challenge.

The men of the 17th Battalion were gearing up and eager to try.

Because the order of drawing lots is based on the ranking of the previous competition, and the last place is drawn first.

So soon it was the turn of the seventeenth battalion.

Lu Ce went up to draw lots as a representative, and it was very coincidental that he drew the eighth battalion.

General Zhao's camp.

"The opponent is the eighth battalion, and the order of appearance is the third group." Lu Ce showed the note in his hand to everyone.

Vice Admiral Luo nodded and wrote down the order on a piece of paper.

Yang Mingyu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his uncle's battalion would be easy to handle.

They all know that they are their uncle's nephews, and if they are cruel to themselves, hehe, their uncle will definitely not let them go.

Compared with Yang Mingyu's spring breeze, the centurions of the eighth battalion had a somewhat ugly face.

If it is against Yang Mingyu, what should they do.

"Eight battalions of centurions are out of the ranks." Adjutant General Luo gave the order, and the ten centurions of the eighth battalion walked out in unison and stood opposite the centurions of the seventeenth battalion.

Li Tingyu behind Lu Ce couldn't help but secretly snicker, how could this meeting be so similar to the non-sincere do not disturb the guests' hand-holding session.

"Now it's up to the centurion of the seventeenth battalion to choose, starting from left to right." After Vice Admiral Luo announced the rules, he picked up his pen and prepared to take notes.

Standing on the far left of the Seventeenth Battalion was Ye Wu, who was the first to make the choice.

He looked very hesitant, after all, General Zhao had led them before, and they had also fought with the centurion of the Eighth Battalion. The centurions of the eighth battalion were obviously a little more powerful than them.

"Hurry up and choose, if you don't choose, you will be next." Vice Admiral Luo urged.

"I choose him." Ye Wu pointed to a man on the side.

Li Tingyu looked in the direction he was pointing and found that the man had a pair of slender eyes, a towering nose, and looked very arrogant.

Ye Wu, this kid has good courage, that guy is not easy to see.

"Seventeenth Battalion Ye Wu." Ye Wu took the initiative to step forward and inform his name.

"Eighth Battalion Zhao Jun." The other party arched his hand and reported his name.

"Next." Seeing that the two chose successfully, Deputy Luo will continue to record.

It was Luo Yu who followed behind Ye Wu, and he didn't know the level of these people, so he had to choose a man who looked a little vain at random.

Shi Dan was much more casual, and picked an opponent who was about the same size as himself.

Next came Yang Mingyu's turn.

The people of the eighth battalion looked so grim that no one looked at him.

Yang Mingyu was a little unhappy and chose one of the centurions that his uncle was not very optimistic about.

That person was chosen, and his face suddenly turned extremely bad, and he was afraid that he would be forced to lose to Yang Mingyu this time.

Yang Mingyu doesn't care if he is happy or not, the choice is in his hands, and he can choose whoever he wants.

Soon the men of the 17th Battalion were all selected.

They sat aside and waited for the draw to end and the competition to begin.

"The prince is here." Just when Li Tingyu was drowsy, she heard someone next to her shouting excitedly.

Opening his eyes in a daze, Li Tingyu saw the back of the jade tree in the wind.

"It's time to go." Prince Yong sat on a Taishi chair and slowly announced the start of the competition.

The first group was a competition between the 11th and 16th battalions.

The people on the field did their best, hoping that Prince Yong would take a look at them more.

Everyone is looking forward to being looked at by Prince Yong on the field and becoming a member of his personal guard, so that he can leap into the dragon gate and soar.

It's a pity that Prince Yong's expression is the same from beginning to end, and no one can guess what he is thinking in his heart.

The people in the first two groups finished the competition, and finally arrived at the competition between the seventeenth and eighth battalions.

Zhao Bi'an stood aside with his hands crossed and his arms folded, looking confident.

He knew the soldiers he was leading well, and he also knew the centurion of the seventeenth battalion.

During the previous training, few of the men of the 17th Battalion could beat their 8th Battalion.

Thinking of this, Zhao Bi'an was a little proud, he pretended to look at Lu Ce as a loving elder: "It's normal for young people to lose occasionally, don't be too sad if you lose." ”

Hearing General Zhao's words, Li Tingyu almost didn't laugh.

How on earth did this man manage to be so ordinary and so confident?

What are you kidding, the soldiers brought out by her man will lose?

Not to mention that there is also her 21st century plug-in, this General Zhao is afraid that his face will be swollen later.

"Don't be too sad if the Eighth Battalion loses to General Zhao, after all, if you are old and stimulated, something may go wrong." Li Tingyu glanced at him coldly.

"You ——!" Zhao Bi'an was speechless by this.

Lu Ce looked at his wife dotingly, his Zhaozhao really loved him the most, and he was reluctant to let him suffer a little bit.

"General Zhao, victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, so I naturally won't take it to heart." Lu Ce smiled and spoke.

Zhao Bi'an knew that he was falling behind if he said anything at this time, so he stopped speaking and looked at the field angrily.

The first to appear is Ye Wu, and both sides can choose to fight with their bare hands, knocking each other out of the sand and winning.

Zhao Jun chose the sword, and Ye Wu took the gun.

With Vice General Luo's order, the two sides moved at the same time.

Ye Wu, who was holding the gun, was like a swimming dragon, he swooped down and approached Zhao Jun, trying to find a way to pick out his sword with the gun. Zhao Jun didn't have time to pick up the sword, and was about to snatch Ye Wu's gun, but found that Ye Wu threw the gun out of the sand.

There was an uproar on the field.

Take the initiative to throw away weapons, is this contempt for the opponent?

Zhao Jun was furious, and his attacking fists began to become chaotic.

And Ye Wu used Lu Ce's policy of overcoming rigidity with softness, and threw Zhao Jun out of the sand with an over-the-shoulder fall.

There was silence in the martial arts arena, and the big guys were stunned by this move.

The 17th Battalion burst into laughter.

"Well done!" Luo Yu and Shi Dan whistled to cheer for Ye Wu, and a bright smile appeared on Ye Wu's face.

This trick taught by General Lu was unexpected, and it really worked!

Prince Yong was also attracted to attention, began to straighten up, and continued to look.

"Seventeenth Battalion Ye Wusheng!" Vice General Luo announced loudly, and it was Luo Yu's turn to play.

Like Ye Wu, Luo Yu also used this trick to win his opponent.

The others were even more angry, they had never seen the tricks of the seventeenth battalion, how could this be fought.

Before they could be surprised, Shi Dan also won.

There was an uproar outside the field, and Zhao Bi'an's face was extremely different.

Prince Yong looked at Lu Ce with interest.

This Lu Ce, there is something.