Wang Du was in a busy state everywhere, especially in the competition venues of the four major camps, which were full of people inside and outside, dense like a riotous ant colony erupting.

However, the Chinese army camp was in good order, and the soldiers standing guard were lined up in neat rows, and they stood outside the camp gate.

Zimo looked from afar and found that there were almost no people watching outside the Chinese army camp today, only a few family members who participated in the competition were waiting.

No one? There are no talents, so as not to queue up, Zimo thought and walked towards the camp.

Just like the first time, the guards checked Zimo's entry voucher and let Zimo enter.

Zimo entered this time, but did not have the majestic weapons of thousands of people as last time, but several guardrails composed of Zama wooden platoons.

Zimo slowly walked between the guardrails of the Zama wooden platoon, and looked at the huge drill ground, there were no more countless neat and majestic soldiers and horses, only the empty field and some military flag hunting sounded in the wind.

On the high platform, more than a dozen generals in military uniforms sat scattered, and the middle one was the host of the last ceremony.

The edge of the inner circle is five steps, one post, ten steps and one slightly, and hundreds of elite soldiers with long robberies stand in a circle.

At the entrance and exit of the inner circle, dozens of teams of soldiers were being evacuated back to the camp in an orderly manner, and only three teams of soldiers were led by generals, and less than 300 experienced practitioners were arranged to enter the inner circle competition venue.

Obviously, the generals who hosted the event were also very surprised that no one from the Chinese military camp came to participate in the competition.

The number of soldiers guarding the guards was more than ten times more than that of the experienced trainees who participated in the competition, and as a last resort, a general depressedly withdrew dozens of soldiers who maintained order at the entrance.

There were only less than 300 contestants, in fact, one team was enough to attract people, but in case a large number of experienced participants suddenly poured in, two more teams had to be retained.

The training ground for more than 100,000 soldiers actually only had a few hundred people come to participate in the competition, of course, it seems to be empty and calm, and there is no tense atmosphere at all, as if everyone is here to carry out activities.

Of course, Zimo didn't say a word, walked unhurriedly to an entrance with few people, and barely waited for much time to walk to the side of the general who received it.

Zimo handed over his participation voucher, and after the general took it, he shouted angrily: "Zimo, the fifteenth passage, the twenty-first entry" There are nearly more than fifty passages for the competition, only half of them are barely opened, and the rest are blocked with Zama wooden rows.

Zimo entered the huge field for the preparation of the competition, only a few contestants turned around, looked at Zimo expressionlessly, and then turned around again.

Zimo slowly walked to the entrance of the passage formed by the 15th Zama wooden platoon, and placed a few tables near the stragglers' guards, Zimo walked to the table and reported aloud: "Hundred people will contest Zhan Huang Zimo"

A middle-aged man with a neat beard and neat clothes brushed a pen on a blue scroll to write the words Zhan Huangzi ink.

The middle-aged man elegantly blew the ink with the most blowing, and said to a companion next to him: "Man, I didn't expect to be so idle today, yesterday I heard that Lao Zhang at the north gate only shouted that his wrist hurts."

A person next to him was leisurely playing with the brush and said with a smile: "The Chinese army camp, yesterday the emperor came in person, that kind of supreme coercion has long been spread throughout the entire royal capital, you think, contestants, and a few people dare to come, hehe, this is good, we can be idle"

Zimo took the middle-aged written cyan flag and learned from the contestants who had already written their names, and inserted the small flag on his back and shoulder.

Zimo silently walked behind the dozen or so people queuing at the entrance of the passage composed of the fifteenth Zama wooden platoon, and a few people silently turned around and smiled at Zimo kindly, obviously these people didn't know each other, and they were just temporarily competing in this group.

Zimo also smiled slightly, and then went to see the few people in this group who were competing in the venue.

The first level is actually archery, I saw that in the field, one person after another walked to the first level, in front of the first bow in the first row, opened the bow to take the arrow, and shot at a bull's-eye fifty meters away.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Each contestant in a group of five can only shoot one arrow, but all five arrows hit the bull's-eye.

No one applauded, no one applauded, and no one scoffed, as if they were supposed to shoot.

Zimo looked at the high platform after being bored, and the burly general in the middle seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with so few people here, and almost didn't look at these people in the field, just kept reprimanding several generals around him.

Several generals around him obviously felt slightly half-seated, as if they had only landed on half of their buttocks, and nodded their heads again and again.

"It's really relaxing, Wolf Ben and Ma Cheng are stupid and don't believe me, it's really easy and comfortable to compete here, even the last place can be promoted" Zimo couldn't help but muttered to himself freely.

A few contestants around him suddenly heard someone talking, turned around one after another, and saw Zimo's order flag, and one of the contestants smiled slightly: "Brother, isn't it?

Zimo clenched his fists with both hands: "Guess what, why did you come to the Chinese army camp to compete"

Don't one of the contestants laughed and said, "Don't you really know, who is the main scorer of this Chinese military battalion?"

Zimo shook his head: "What does it have to do with the main grader?"

"Of course it matters! The main scorer is our Gaoyang Kingdom's Golden Jade Belt Cavalry General Thousand Seal City Lord"

Zimo was even more puzzled: "Oh! What does this matter?"

"What does it matter, but all the contestants who come here are all masters of the masters, and they all want to show their faces in front of the general, you think, if Jin Yu and the general of the cavalry Qianfeng City take a fancy to you, you will not fly directly to the top of the mountain, and you will be saved a lot of experience and time for promotion."

A big-bellied contestant also turned around: "Of course, you have to attract the attention of the general, it is not good at all if you are not outstanding, and you can enter the general's eyes without a few extraordinary means."

Zimo was suddenly stunned: "Ah! So, these hundreds of people are all elites in the competition, except for me, ......."

A young man who was sickly and weak, although his face was pale, but his face was handsome and elegant, and his posture was elegant, he also turned around and smiled at Zimo: "Brother Zimo, don't pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger!"

Zimo was shocked in his heart, and raised his eyes to see what name was written on his order flag.

Mo Yunfei!

Zimo thought to himself, wouldn't this Mo Yunfei see through my tactics and skills? But why can't I see through his tactics at all, how much more advanced his skills are, it seems that there are really many masters here, no wonder almost no one spoke, not even a shout.

"Brother Yunfei, the little brother is not obscure, but I really don't know that this is the general himself, but yesterday I saw the supreme coercion here, so I arbitrarily concluded that there was no one here to participate in the competition, and I came here with the intention of opportunistic and fast competition."

Mo Yunfei also clasped his fists with both hands and saluted back: "Hehe, Brother Zimo Huixin Mingjian, everyone is here in the spirit of being quiet and few people here, hehe, it's really a little annoying to crowd tens of thousands of people to compete!"

The pot-bellied young man also smiled: "In Xia Yanqing, when the time comes, everyone will help me a lot, thank you very much!"

A few people nearby looked at the pot-bellied young man, and everyone held their mouths: "You still help us to pass! Don't move too fast to pass the level during the competition! Pull us down." ”