Jiang Chen chose a knife and a shield in the weapon rack, and walked in front of many old soldiers, his eyes were cold, and he said word by word:

"I'm going to hit ten!"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately stirred up a thousand layers of wind and waves.

The ten old pawns were stunned for a moment, and then their faces showed anger, the original "third soldier from the left", with a three-inch scar in the center of his eyebrows, was nicknamed "Knife Eye", when he was angry, the scar was red like blood, it was like an extra bloody eye, and he said angrily:

"Do you look down on us?"

Outside the school grounds.

"Poof—"

The old man in military uniform squirted out a sip of tea, and said in astonishment: "This young man, do you really think that you are the overlord in the world?" ”

In the school field, the military judge Feng Quan was stunned for a long time, and then his face was full of incredulity, "What did you say?" Are you kidding? I'll give you time to organize the language, you say it again! ”

Apparently.

Feng Quan still has a good heart, and he doesn't want people who are really talented to live in the people's group, so he gave Jiang Chen the opportunity to say it again.

But—

Jiang Chen already had a plan in his heart.

"Guarded" strong defense, and can even resist the full force of the cloud wolf, as long as there is enough qi and blood in the body, no matter how many Qingzhou soldiers come, the result will be the same.

so

Why not make a big move and try to make the quality of the "comeback" opportunity higher?

Think of it.

Jiang Chen strengthened his belief in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "Superior, I have a word, I don't know if I should say it or not?" ”

Feng Quan had a cold face and said in a stiff tone:

"You say."

Many people also heard that there was a bustle to see here, and they ran over quickly and pricked up their ears to listen.

Jiang Chen's eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a trace of sadness, but this sadness soon turned into a strong resentment, just like the upper body of an actor, his acting skills were bursting, and he said sadly:

"There are a total of 60,000 people who work for the western army to transport grain, they are all fathers and villagers in Qingzhou, and they are all forcibly requisitioned from the fields and wheat fragrances, and they have rushed here, but they have been reduced to a pile of consumables ......."

"A few days ago, the Loulan cavalry came to attack, one horse can be used as five soldiers, fierce and mighty, victories and defeats, losses, can we, who have not received the Qingyang ceremony, be able to influence it?"

"Why do you have to be angry with us?"

Many veterans, including "Knife Eye", fell silent, and the combat power of thousands of Lou Lan Jing cavalry was comparable to that of five thousand Qingzhou soldiers, not to mention, there were also Hun Wuzhu secretly manipulating, and the enemy's strength should not be underestimated.

Even if they let these old pawns come out, the result will not be much better.

Even if all 60,000 people were sacrificed, it would be useless.

Those who have undergone the ritual are vastly different from those who have not, almost two completely different species!

Many people are also related, and they suddenly extinguished their thoughts about the excitement, and stood silently, and there was some kind of power that had been hidden for a long time in the silence.

Jiang Chen raised his sword and roared loudly:

"At this time today, I just want to ask for those people, the two thousand Qingzhou soldiers who transported grain-

Why? Why should we be discriminated against for all our hard work? ”

"Whether you win or lose, live or die, today's battle should be a bad breath for those comrades who died!"

The roar grew out.

Among the sergeants trained near the school grounds, there were 50 people in a tun, who originally belonged to Zhang Longxiang and were one of the 2,000 grain transport soldiers.

After the news spread throughout the army that all their winter clothes had been burned in the war, they were often scolded and insulted by the sergeants of the other battalions, and they had to endure it in silence.

Hearing Jiang Chen's words, all fifty people stopped training, silent, silent, and stopped to look into the distance.

The old man in military uniform put down the teapot and sighed:

"If wisdom can't take it, then force to take, and if you can't take it, then when you treat him in obscurity, one day, when you rise to the top, let those people who discriminate and insult you call you grandpa, bow your head and kneel, and say cowardly: 'Grandson is wrong', isn't it beautiful?"

"After all, it is the spirit of youth, and Ning Gang would rather fold."

…………

Inside the school grounds.

Military Judge Feng Quan shook his head, his eyes cold.

After receiving the Qingyang ceremony, the physical fitness is greatly strengthened, but it will also cause the body to be like a plant, afraid of the cold winter and afraid of fire.

And the burning of all winter clothes will inevitably lead to resentment among many Qingzhou soldiers, and every night of cold, there will be a trace of resentment.

The resentment and resentment that has accumulated in the hearts of the soldiers are the "poison in the army".

If it is vented to these thousands of people from time to time, if it is not done well, there will be a disaster of camp roaring!

Therefore.

Even if he was very optimistic about this young man, he had to endure the pain of cutting his love!

Feng Quan condensed his face, and said with a gloomy expression:

"In that case, then ten people will go up together, I want to see, how many punches can you resist?"

Hear this.

The ten old soldiers sighed, after they heard Jiang Chen's words, their hearts were also a little touched, but the military order was like a mountain, and it must be followed.

But.

Facing Jiang Chen, who had never undergone a ritual, they didn't have the shame to use their blades, so they surrounded him with their bare hands.

Knifeeye shook his head and spoke:

"Admit defeat, and you can avoid a beating."

"Whew~"

Jiang Chen let out a breath, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart, but his next action made the people around him stunned.

discarded knives,

Hold the shield!

Jiang Chen looked at many scrutinizing eyes and said calmly:

"If you don't use weapons, then I don't need them."

This is a lie.

In fact, the last time he activated the "Stronghold" proposition, he noticed something abnormal, and the degree of skin hardening was far inferior to that of the Gobi battlefield.

so

What went wrong?

Jiang Chen thought about it for a long time and speculated on a possibility:

"Behavior!"

You must take actions that fit your personality in order to maximize your potential!

So

He immediately took the exact same weapon from the armory rack and did exactly the same thing, abandoning the long knife, abandoning all offensive behavior, and concentrating on holding the shield!

Withstanding the bombardment of ten Qingzhou veterans like a storm, but it is better than a leisurely stroll, unscathed, this kind of performance should be regarded as a "special excellence", right?

Jiang Chen looked around and said calmly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm ready."

As soon as the words fell.

The ten Qingzhou veterans glanced at each other, kicked out, and rushed towards Jiang Chen, who was surrounded by groups, with lightning speed.

Ten full punches only used four or five percent of the strength of the "heavy punch", brazenly swinged!

Their thoughts were not complicated, try to make the momentum of the battle as fierce as possible, but in fact, suppress most of the strength and knock Jiang Chen down as soon as possible, so as not to hurt him more.

It did not violate military law, but also preserved this "talented and intentional" young man.

However.

When the old soldier of Qingzhou - Daoyan swung out a heavy punch, he felt that his fist was like hitting an indestructible reef.

All the fist power is like a mud cow entering the sea, dissipating into nothing.

"Iron cloth shirt? The realm of Dacheng? ”

Daoyan's face was full of surprise, the person in front of him was only seventeen or eighteen years old, how could he possibly cultivate the iron cloth shirt to the Dacheng realm?

Jiang Chen's body shook slightly, and he quickly stood firm, and said with regret in his heart:

"If you can get a strong offensive life that is comparable to a defense, it is not an extravagant hope to defeat the ten old pawns in front of you."