The leader of the soldiers couldn't help but nod secretly when he saw the young man's performance, although he guessed that the young man was so confident that it was impossible not to rely on it at all, and he thought that he should have some work under his hands.

But seeing the boy be able to deal with his gun throwing test so easily still made him feel surprised for a while.

Under normal circumstances, people who can cope with the test of throwing guns so easily either have more than ten years of experience in using guns, or are born with divine power, and can counteract the impact on the ash rod without relying on skill and purely by brute force.

The performance of this young man obviously has a good foundation in marksmanship, and the soldier suddenly added a little caution in his heart.

As the saying goes: the gun is the king of a hundred soldiers. This sentence may not necessarily apply in the rivers and lakes, but it is absolutely true on the battlefield in front of the two armies!

The head of the soldiers didn't think much about it, and started with a "golden rooster nodding wildly", and the head of the ash pole pointed out a phantom and attacked the young man's chest.

The young man's eyes bloomed, and he was not at all confused by this dazzling gun flower, and he stopped the gun with both hands, and with a "bang!", he accurately set up the ash pole head of the soldier.

Immediately, the young man did not wait for the pawn leader to change his moves, and his hands shook, and he saw that the tenacious ash rod trembled violently, and suddenly the ash rod of the pawn leader bounced up.

The young man took half a step forward, and the ash rod in his hand flashed a white light, and slammed into the chest of the soldier leader, and before he had time to react, the ash pole leader had stopped firmly in front of his chest, and the force on the slightly trembling ash rod made his clothes float for a while.

"This!" the leader of the soldiers and the other soldiers were all stunned at once, looking at the boy like a monster, and couldn't believe that he had been defeated in one move, "You!

"You believe me now!" the young man smiled embarrassedly, and did not show a hint of smugness because of the easy victory, and respectfully handed the ash rod to a soldier with both hands.

"Uncle, believe me this time!" said the young man with a big smile on his face. "I can join the army this time!"

"When...... While...... Of course you can!" the leader of the soldiers nodded subconsciously, and then exclaimed, "But the barracks are important, you can't go in like this, I will report to you, and naturally someone will come back to deal with your joining the army!"

When the boy heard this, he was finally relieved. Looking at the head of the soldier with anticipation, he ordered the soldier who was about to return the ash rod to find the relevant person in charge.

"No need! leave it to me!" Wu Dunru was also taken aback when the young man defeated the head of the soldiers in one move, although he saw that this young man had an extraordinary temperament, he did not expect that he could easily defeat an experienced veteran, so he stepped forward before they spoke.

The few soldiers who were too surprised by the young man's performance did not notice Wu Dunru's arrival, and now when they saw this, they hurriedly saluted: "General Wu! This young man ......."

"I've seen all the situation just now! You continue to be on duty, it's hard work!" Wu Dunru smiled slightly, and several soldiers didn't dare to hear this.

Wu Dunru tried a few more words and then left with the young man.

"Are you the leader of the beggar gang, the eldest disciple of Guo Daxia, and the famous general Wu?" The young man heard the soldiers' names for Wu Dunru, and naturally guessed that the man in front of him, who was not a few years older than him, was Wu Dunru, whom he had admired for a long time. His eyes lit up with excitement and he asked excitedly.

"Yes, what, don't you want to?" Wu Dunru asked with a smile.

"Like! Not like!" the young man actually thought seriously for a moment before replying a little embarrassedly, "You look younger and more imposing than I imagined, but you are much more easy-going than I imagined." ”

After a while, Wu Dunru led the young man to his tent, and after making a cup of tea for the young man, Wu Dunru chatted and slowly inquired about the young man's name. Where do you live, who you learn from, etc.

"What's your name, how old are you, where are you, why do you have to join the army?"

"My name is Zhang Jue. I'm fifteen years old, and I'm from Feng County. Since I was a child, I have seen the Mongol Tatars bullying my Han Chinese, so I vowed to drive them out, and I originally planned to join the army in the land of Bashu when I was eighteen years old, and follow General Yu Yu to fight against the Mongol Tatars. Now Guo Daxia led the army to defeat the Mongolian Tatars one after another, and they all arrived at the doorstep. How could I not come to join the army!" the boy said excitedly.

"Zhang Jue, a native of Fengxian County, originally planned to go to Sichuan to join the army at the age of eighteen?" Wu Dunru was stunned when he heard this, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he always felt that this name sounded very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Your marksmanship is very good, I don't know which one you are from?" Wu Dunru could only think about it. While continuing to ask.

"I don't have a master!" the young man shook his head and said helplessly under Wu Dunru's surprised gaze, "It's just that when I was seven or eight years old, my father and mother took in a seriously ill monk from Wutai Mountain to cultivate at home, and the monk taught me marksmanship for three months during the cultivation period. ”

"For the first two months, Master didn't teach me any moves, but only taught me the basic steps and the three basic movements of 'blocking, holding, and piercing' in marksmanship, and let me practice them over and over again. He said that these three techniques are the basic core of all marksmanship, as long as these three techniques are practiced to the realm of the gun turning at will, and the marksmanship routine will be captured. The young man recounted with a look of remembrance.

"After more than two months of hard work without distractions, one day the master suddenly taught me a set of marksmanship, and he said that he could not learn all this set of marksmanship, but after I had a solid foundation, this set of broken marksmanship was enough for me to borrow. The young man had a satisfied smile on his face, and he seemed to be able to recall the time when the old monk taught him marksmanship.

"Ten days after Master taught me marksmanship, I insisted on leaving before my injuries healed. I tried to persuade him many times, but Master said that he had stayed too long and that any further stay would bring us ruin. Finally, he left, and since then, he has never seen Master again. Later, when I inquired, it seemed that the master was injured and hid after assassinating a high-ranking official of the Jin people. After his old man left my house, as soon as his injuries healed, he went to assassinate the high-ranking official of the Jin Kingdom again, and died with him!" said the young man, thinking that he would never see the teacher again, and he couldn't help but have red circles in his eyes.

"Master Ling is a real hero, admire it!" Wu Dunru raised the teacup in his hand and saluted the old monk in the air to show his respect, and the young man also spilled the tea in the cup to the ground to his master. (To be continued.) )