Chapter 339: Selection

didn't give Su Yang a chance to refuse, Dongxiang Hou stretched out his hand, scooped him up, and carried him out of the house directly.

Young Master Su, "......." ”

I'm so tired.

Although he is still young, can you respect his opinion?

This kind of feeling is very uncomfortable when he doesn't speak, and he treats him as a fart.

The Marquis of Dongxiang took him on horseback and rode straight to the barracks.

Young Master Su looked at the people on the street with a depressed expression.

There is nothing more depressing in this world than to walk the same road-

But people are shopping, he is just passing by.

He didn't understand, why did Daddy suddenly remember to take him to the barracks?

After walking all the way, I ran forward for a while, and I was far away from the busy street, and there were many fewer people.

After running for about two quarters of an hour, I saw the barracks stationed in the distance.

There was a faint sound of training.

Dongxiang Hou rode to the front of the barracks and was stopped by officers and soldiers, "The barracks are heavy, and idlers are not allowed to enter." ”

Uncle Lin followed behind Dongxiang Hou and said, "Didn't anyone tell you that Dongxiang Hou was going to come and select eight hundred soldiers?" ”

"No one told me!" The officers and soldiers said loudly.

Young Master Su touched the horse's hair, and there was a lively look on his face.

It's very bold to talk to his father like this.

His father beats people, and he doesn't frown at all.

But unexpectedly, Dongxiang Hou did not react at all.

"As soon as the word is heard, it will be said that I am looking for General Weiyuan," Dongxiang Hou said.

It is okay not to let Dongxiang Marquis enter the barracks, but the officers and soldiers dare not pass it on.

One of the officers and soldiers ran to deliver the message.

Soon, General Weiyuan came.

Striding over, he said, "Why did Dongxiang Hou come so early?" ”

Dongxiang Hou got off the horse, and General Weiyuan looked at Su Yang and said, "I haven't seen you for a while, but the little young master has grown a lot taller." ”

"General Weiyuan's uncle is good," Young Master Su said sweetly.

General Weiyuan smiled and asked Dongxiang Hou to enter the barracks.

General Weiyuan is the nephew of the Marquis of Jibei, and the Marquis of Jibei has a good attitude towards the Marquis of Dongxiang, so General Weiyuan naturally will not give the Marquis of Dongxiang a look.

But he didn't give it, and there were people in the barracks who were dissatisfied with Dongxiang Hou.

Especially when Dongxiang Hou came this time, he only brought two followers and a son.

The military camp is heavy, he dares to be presumptuous, and he can definitely make him come and go.

General Zhongwu hated Dongxiang Hou so much, he glanced at Young Master Su, and then looked at Dongxiang Hou and said, "Dongxiang Hou came to select soldiers to suppress bandits and bring his own son, is this here to do business or to play?" ”

"Today, my son will help me select soldiers," Dongxiang Hou said like a drum.

General Zhongwu's eyes were cold, "The Marquis of Dongxiang can't help but take the military camp too seriously!" ”

Dongxiang Hou ignored him and asked General Weiyuan to take him to the training ground.

The training ground was very large, and several thousand officers and men were practicing in it.

When they saw Dongxiang Hou coming, they all looked at him.

After all, the Marquis of Dongxiang can be regarded as a character living in legends, from a bandit head who is eager to get rid of the court to a marquis of the court, and dares to beat the power of the world, Chongguo Gong, who is such a person who is full of guts, who doesn't want to see him.

The eyes circled around Dongxiang Hou a few times, and they could only say that if they didn't know that he was Dongxiang Hou, they would definitely not guess that this was a bandit.

The bandits in their eyes are five big and three coarse, vulgar, and arrogant.

Those generals all arrived at the training ground, curious about how the Marquis of Dongxiang would select eight hundred soldiers.

Dongxiang Hou's eyes swept away, and there were almost 3,000 soldiers on the training ground.

"How does the Marquis of Dongxiang choose soldiers?" General Chungmu asked.

Young Master Su looked at him, "Didn't my father just say, let me help him choose." ”

General Chungmu's face sank.

Dongxiang Hou looked at the generals and said, "My son is not even seven years old this year, he will be with these soldiers in a while, I don't want to stick to it for as long as my son." ”

"Dongxiang Hou!" General Chungmu's face was cold.

"The emperor asked you to come to select soldiers, not to let you humiliate my Great Qi soldiers!"

"Humiliation?" Dongxiang Hou smiled.

"It's too early to say that."

The other generals asked General Zhongwu to say less, and the emperor promised Dongxiang to choose 800 soldiers, and gave him a day.

How long can a little kid under seven last up?

A quarter of an hour to the sky.

The other generals didn't speak, and General Chungmu didn't object anymore.

Those officers and soldiers consciously lined up.

Young Master Su looked at Dongxiang Hou and said, "Dad, my son is going to be sorry for you, so I'm going to sit on the ground and raise the price." ”

Dongxiang Hou has a black line on his face.

"How long do you hold on, how long I'll take you around the street," Dongxiang Hou said.

"Deal!" Young Master Su should be very refreshing.

He wanted to go to Zamabu, Dongxiang Hou said, "Before Zamabu, go and run two laps first, don't take advantage of people." ”

"That's time," Young Master Su said.

"Hmm."

As soon as Dongxiang Hou spoke, Young Master Su went to run circles.

The generals' faces were blackened.

Young Master Su ran three laps and was a little panting.

He stood in front of the soldiers and began to stride.

For Young Master Su, Zamabu was a piece of cake.

When do you get up one day and don't tie up the horse for more than half an hour?

In order to go shopping, he fought!

Young Master Su stood at the front, and many people could see him.

But a quarter of an hour laterβ€”

He didn't move.

Some of the soldiers couldn't bear the sweat anymore.

After a while, there were those who couldn't hold on and were defeated.

The faces of those soldiers who felt that Dongxiang Hou was humiliating were burning hot.

Two quarters of an hour later, more than 300 soldiers were exhausted.

After another half a cup of tea, another 400 soldiers conceded defeat.

The more time passes, the more you can't bear.

After three quarters of an hour, there were less than 1,200 people left.

Half an hour later, there were less than nine hundred left.

Young Master Su was also a little tired, but he could still persevere.

Another hundred people were eliminated, just enough for eight hundred.

"That's enough," Dongxiang Hou said.

"I can hold on for another quarter of an hour," Young Master Su said.

He didn't want to eliminate others, he just wanted to spend more time shopping.

Of course.

If you can go shopping and fight for face for his father, it will be a good thing to kill two birds with one stone.

The 800 soldiers on the field were sweating and crumbling.

But they're all holding on.

They are seven-foot men, and they can't even compare to a seven-year-old child, so how can they save face?

You have to hold on even if you grit your teeth!

A quarter of an hour later.

Young Master Su sat down.

As soon as he was tired, the eight hundred soldiers also fell down, and only a few hundred were still standing.

Dongxiang Hou looked at the generals and said, "I took these eight hundred soldiers away." ”

The generals' faces were purple.

Chongguo Gong did not allow the Marquis of Dongxiang to take away the best soldiers in the army, but he actually chose it in such a way!

But they can't say anything yet!

Togo's candidate was nothing more than a group of soldiers who barely won his son's victory.

Can such a soldier be described as sophisticated?

They can't say either word!

They didn't dare to think about how angry the emperor would be when the news in the barracks reached the emperor's ears.