Chapter 55 Amazing Strength (Third Update)

Boom——

Heavy footsteps sounded on the training ground, and the two fierce men holding stone mills walked almost side by side, taking steps step by step under the horrified gazes of others.

It's amazing to be able to lift such a heavy stone mill, but it's even more impossible to carry it around.

The strength competition between Jiang Lin and Han Shichuan really shocked many people.

Master Qianhu is very powerful, everyone in the Nanling camp knows it, but a young blacksmith, I heard he is still an apprentice, can be so brave?

The two of them had carried the stone and crushed it for at least a hundred meters. Han Shichuan's arms were shaking and he was sweating like rain.

He struggled to hold on, and with only a little energy left, he glanced at Jiang Lin, but he saw that although the little blacksmith also had a red face and thick neck, he was sweating much less than himself.

Han Shichuan couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Damn it, is this still a blacksmith?"

"Master Chihu, please work harder, I think he is about to die!" someone shouted.

Han Shichuan wanted to curse a few words, please try, but he really didn't have the strength to speak.

I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, the breath I was holding would come out and I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore.

After walking for more than ten steps, Han Shichuan felt that the stone was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was no longer more than three hundred kilograms but five hundred kilograms, or a thousand kilograms!

He had the illusion that someone had added something heavy to the stone mill?

Suddenly, his legs suddenly became weak, and he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he gritted his teeth and held on. He just wanted to take another step, but it was already very difficult.

On the other side, Jiang Lin's situation was better than that of Han Shichuan. Shi Nian was much lighter than expected and still had some strength left.

But seeing that Han Shichuan seemed a little unable to hold on, he was worried that something would happen if the comparison continued.

It's a small matter to get slapped. If Han Shichuan was injured or even killed by a stone crusher because of the competition, he would probably lose his foothold in the Nanling camp.

Even Old Man Wei can't help much in this matter.

After a slight hesitation, Jiang Lin sighed inwardly, turned around and threw Shi Nian on the ground, saying: "I can't do it anymore. Mr. Han is really brave. I will admit defeat and get punished."

Kuang——

After a loud noise, Han Shichuan also threw the stone grinder on the ground, stirring up a large amount of dust.

Liao Mingxu raised his brows and shouted: "Jiang Lin, even if you admit defeat, you will be punished. There is no joke in the army!"

Jiang Lin nodded: "I surrender."

At this moment, I suddenly heard a shout: "Fart!"

I saw Han Shichuan trembling all over and falling to the ground, but his face was full of anger. He pointed at Jiang Lin and said angrily: "A blacksmith who works all day long only sweats so much, how can he not be able to hold on! Even if he admits defeat, , I am also admitting defeat, it is not your turn!”

With that said, Han Shichuan threw away several colleagues who were trying to help him up, and knelt down towards Liao Mingxu: "In this competition, my skills, Han Shichuan, are not as good as others, and the top 20 people will admit it!"
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Liao Mingxu hummed and said, "In that case, let's count you as the loser and go down and take the beating."

Seeing this, Jiang Lin quickly said: "Brother Liao, I will admit defeat first, how can I break my promise?"

"You're just a soft-hearted kid. It's clear who wins and who loses." Liao Mingxu said.

The first person to admit defeat stood up straight, and the second person to admit defeat was trembling all over. The winner and loser were indeed very clear.

Jiang Lin smiled bitterly, and when he was about to speak again, Han Shichuan got up from the ground, holding his knees and gritting his teeth.

"Boy, you don't need to beg for mercy here. I dare to compete with you, not to mention twenty big swords, even twenty swords without blinking an eye! Our Nanling Camp will never let anyone look down upon it. ! ”

With that said, Han Shichuan walked over step by step.

When he arrived in front of Jiang Lin, he suddenly stretched out his fist and punched Jiang Lin hard on the chest. The anger on his face disappeared instantly.

Han Qianhu, who was almost exhausted, grinned and said cheerfully: "Nanling Camp has not yet convinced me of strength, but you are the first! Well done, you are a strong man!"
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Although he was beaten, Jiang Lin understood that this was one of the unique ways to express affection in the military camp. Jiang Lin lowered his head and cupped his hands and said, "I'll make Master Qianhu laugh. I'll treat you to a drink someday."

"It's easy to say! I can't compare to your strength, and if you don't believe me, I can't compare to your drinking ability!" Han Shichuan seemed to remember something and asked: "I didn't ask my brother..."

Jiang Lin quickly said: "Jiang Lin, rivers of rivers, forests of woods."

"I, Han Shichuan, have a thousand households in the Nanling camp, it's done! I'll come back to you after I finish the beating." Han Shichuan muttered as he walked: "Damn, I can't even compete with the blacksmith, this beating is not unfair! ”

For some reason, Jiang Lin wanted to laugh when he heard him say this.

It's not a joke, it's not ridiculous, I just think it's interesting.

Suddenly I understood why Bianjun was crazy.

People who have risen from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood naturally don't like to beat around the bush.

The so-called madness is a characteristic that hides straightforwardness and pride that ordinary people cannot understand.

At this time, guard Song Tianjiu suddenly said: "Remembering that there is an eight-stone bow in the camp, which is difficult for ordinary people to pull, why not let Jiang Lin try it?"

Liao Mingxu looked at Jiang Lin and asked, "Do you still have the strength?"

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Jiang Lin nodded slightly: "Not bad."

Liao Mingxu laughed and said: "Come here, get the eight-stone bow!"

Soon, a large bow of nearly 1.8 meters was brought in. Liao Ming promised: "This bow was made by your casting master Yuan Gaohao. It uses tiger sinew as the string and Zi Rui sacred wood as the body. When it is completed, it will be eight stones." . I planned to ask someone from the Taoist sect to engrave the runes, but things are not going well lately, as you know, come on and see if you can pull it off.”

Jiang Lin took the big bow over. Although he didn't know much about this thing, he had generally heard that thirty kilograms is a jun and four jins are a stone.

An eight-stone bow requires a pulling force of 960 kilograms to pull it open.

And this is just stretching, not the true full bow state.

"The bow is injured by an empty shot, so take an arrow." Song Tianjiu handed over a heavy arrow and said with a smile: "It is said that during the Taizu period, the number one warrior in Dagang, Yang Kan, used a twenty-stone bow, so he immediately used a six-stone bow. . If you can pull it away, you will be even more powerful than Yang Kan on horseback.”

Jiang Lin held the bow in one hand and pulled the string first, feeling a little strenuous.

But just now he was stronger than Han Shichuan, which gave him enough confidence.

No matter if it works or not, try it first and then tell.

Immediately, Jiang Lin opened his posture. Although it seemed strange to others and not standard at all, no one spoke to remind him.

It doesn't matter whether the posture is correct or not, what matters is whether you can pull it apart.

There are only a handful of people in the entire Nanling camp who can draw this big bow.

Jiang Lin held the bow string, took a deep breath, and slowly applied force.

With the deep breathing, the muscles in the whole body seemed to be awakened as a giant beast, and every inch was preparing for action.

The air around him seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on his slightly jerky but extremely firm movements.

The tough tendons of the tiger were pulled little by little, and the bowstring gradually tightened under the strong arm strength, making a subtle sound.

Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the dry ground, where it was absorbed instantly.

Each muscle contraction is accompanied by further tightening of the bowstring, until an unprecedented critical point is reached.

"Open!"

With a low roar, Jiang Lin's eyes widened in anger, all the strength in his body exploded in an instant, and the big bow was suddenly pulled as high as the full moon.

But before it could continue, the bow string suddenly loosened like a wild horse, and with a deafening roar, the arrow pierced the air and disappeared instantly with a whistling sound.

Bang——

I don't know what I hit hundreds of meters away, and there was only a large dust storm.

There was silence in the camp for a moment, and then the shouts shocked the world and resounded through the clouds!

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