Chapter 31 Na Rongqing is a lame man


Chapter 31 That Rongqing is a lame

Vice General Liu looked at the chaotic scene and frowned for a moment: "Princess, I'd better escort you back. I'll select a group of people for you later, and I will definitely satisfy the princess."

Xiao Li glanced at him casually, without replying, but stretched out his hand towards Yang Jun.

Yang Jun immediately handed over the bow and arrow.

Xiao Li bent his bow and set an arrow: "Are you ready?"

Yang Jun tightened his grip on the reins and said with determination, "My subordinates are ready."

Xiao Li: "With the arrow as a command, the participants chase the horse. The one who can reach the finish line when the horse stops wins."

The guard behind him immediately shouted Xiao Li's words loudly. It couldn't be said far away, but at least everyone within a hundred meters could hear it.

What cannot be heard from behind is passed down from the front, and what needs to be known is also known.

Without them thinking about the rules, Xiao Li fired his arrow, and Yang Jun quickly rushed out on horseback, and soon a group of people chased him.

The remaining people watched as those in front ran away, or were attracted or pushed, and had to follow.

There are a lot of people, but fortunately the terrain here is wide, so it doesn't affect them, but Xiao Li knows that these people will be brushed off soon.

She turned her horse around and went to the city wall, climbed to the top of the tower and waited.

Yang Jun was very fast at the beginning, and these people also ran very fast, but their explosive power only lasted for a moment, and many people could not last less than half a quarter of an hour.

At this time, Yang Jun slowed down slightly and kept at a speed that could be seen, hanging them while running.

There are about 5,000 soldiers in a garrison station of the Military and Horse Division. The martial arts field is very spacious, and there are some grassy hills and hills outside. It takes a quarter of an hour to run a horse around, let alone people.

Yang Jun ran around this terrain, circle after circle.

At first there was a swarm of people chasing them, but before the first lap was finished, there were less than a thousand people left. The second lap was even worse, with only about 200 people left. Finally, in the third lap, there were very few people left.

Adjutant Liu looked at it and frowned: "Princess, if you keep running like this, there will be nothing left."

Xiao Li was unmoved. She wanted to choose someone who was truly capable, not just a hundred people.

Yang Jun ran four laps in total. He slowed down and waited for those people for a full hour.

Yang Jun quickly came to the bottom of the city tower. Someone had already drawn a line on the ground. From now on, anyone who climbs this line within a hundred will be the winner.

The front was empty, and everyone stepped aside outside the finish line, waiting for the first winner to arrive.

Soon a young soldier appeared in everyone's sight. He was tall and dark-skinned. Although he was panting, he ran over easily and became the first place.

Someone next to me was holding a notebook: "Sign up!"

"Wu Village, Wu Hunter."

After writing it down, the second place player waited for a long time before coming: "Sign up."

"Zhangjiacun, Zhang Lili."

The third one: "Huaishu. Huaishu Village, Liu Ergou."

The fourth: "Dujiazhuang Tian. Tian Sheng."

The fifth. The tenth. The twentieth, the fiftieth, the fifty-fifth.

Two quarters of an hour later, after waiting for a long time, no one came over.

And this number is nearly half the distance from a hundred people.

Xiao Li turned around: "That's enough."

Running only tests physical strength and endurance. She doesn't care how many miles she runs, but she must have endurance and perseverance. Even if she climbs over, she will accept it.

But no one appeared on the road ahead for a while.

Fifty-five people will be screened again and some may need to be eliminated.

But good soldiers are more expensive than good ones.

Xiao Li got off the tower. Fifty-five people were already standing independently in five rows. Some were tall and some were short. Their bodies were not all strong, but their eyes were firm. Yang Jun's book on the ground has recorded where they came from. They are all people from the villages outside the city.

Only those who come from truly poor families will work hard for a big reward, but there are levels of hard work, such as fighting hard, trying your best, and fighting to the death.

"Pack up your things and follow."

Xiao Li got on his horse and worked hard all afternoon. It was time to go back.

Suddenly someone shouted: "Princess, wait a moment!"

Xiao Li looked back and saw him pointing in the distance: "There is another person."

He was pointing in the direction of the destination.

Sitting high, Xiao Li could easily see the black spot. He was a very tall man. Even from a distance, Xiao Li could see that he was tall and strong.

His feet seemed to be bad and he was limping, but he was running this way firmly.

Someone shouted: "It's Rong Jiaotou."

"Princess, it's Commander Rong, he hasn't given up yet."

This coach Rong seems to be quite popular. At least among the fifty-five people who were selected, most of them looked nervous and expectant, waiting for the coach Rong to come over.

Vice General Liu rode over and said with a frown, "Princess, you don't have to wait any longer. That Rong Qing is lame."

Xiao Li: "How can he still be a coach when he is lame?"

Someone below immediately replied: "Princess Qi, Commander Rong is the grandson of General Chang Wei Rong Yao, and he is also the only successor of the Rong family's swordsmanship. He is now responsible for teaching us swordsmanship."

Lieutenant General Liu glared at the man with an ugly face: "Princess, don't listen to his nonsense. That Rong Qing injured his leg and it is impossible to be the princess's guard. He insisted on running, just for the princess's bounty."
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Xiao Li looked over there, didn't say anything, and just waited.

Everyone also focused their attention there.

I don't know who was whispering, "Master Rong, please work harder." People around him were also infected, and many people also shouted.

‘Jiaotong Rong, please work harder, Jiaotong Rong, please work harder’

Xiao Li raised his eyebrows and flicked his whip: "One by one, haven't you eaten? Shout louder!"

All the soldiers suddenly became excited: "Commander Rong, charge!"

"Coach Rong, hold on!"

The distance is less than a hundred meters, very close, but it seems very far away.

The limping body was tall and burly, but it was very difficult to walk. He fell down heavily when he was unsteady, but he insisted on getting up, fell down, and got up again

Everyone couldn't help but sweat for him.

Finally, he came to a distance of less than ten meters. Seeing victory right in front of him, he fell again. This time, after falling, he could not get up for a while.

His body fell to the ground, and his violent breathing caused his muscular back to rise and fall rapidly. It was tiring, but it was probably more of a pain.

"Rong Jiaotong" all the shouts faded away, everyone struggled to breathe and looked at him, no one bothered him, they were all waiting for him quietly, expecting him to cheer up, and silently encouraged him.

Finally, he seemed to have calmed down. He slowly raised his hand, slammed it hard on the ground, scratched the ground with his fingers, and then crawled slowly.

"Gulu." Who swallowed nervously.

Under the gaze of everyone, he raised one hand again, 'pop', touched the ground, and crawled forward.

His injured leg should be completely useless and could only be dragged on the ground.

It was not ten meters away, and he could reach it with a few long steps, but now it was out of reach for him.

After only climbing five meters, my palms were bleeding and my legs were bleeding.

I want to write too much and hate myself for not having octopus claws.

嗷嗷嗷嗷~~~~

(End of chapter)

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