Qian Shuo just talked to Gao Shun and the middle-aged man named An Rui on the general stage, and then said nothing. After a while, Gao Shun came to the front of the formation with a pale face and said in a deep voice.

: "Obey the order!"

"Here!" Hundreds of people roared in unison, their voices reaching into the sky, and the entire West Garden seemed to tremble.

"After half a month, there will be a competition to select generals, divided into three categories: archery, horse fighting and foot fighting. The angel specially invited Wang Yue, the swordsman in the palace, to evaluate. In the next half month, you will mainly focus on martial arts. After half a month, only

Leave sixty people behind!" Gao Shun said solemnly.

"Martial arts competition?" Chen Mo's eyes widened in shock. This is to select generals, not elite soldiers. As a general, martial arts can only be regarded as an assistant, right? It is good to be strong in martial arts, but even if martial arts is poor, it cannot be said to be poor, right? General

Isn't the most important thing to lead the troops?

"Hey, here comes another person who has no skills but likes to make rash comments." Cui Geng gritted his teeth.

No matter what happens, the most fearful thing is for an outsider to give advice to an expert. With Gao Shun's ability as a person, they naturally know that it is impossible to make such a stupid decision. The three people on the general stage are obviously dominated by Qian Shuo.

It is not difficult to guess who came up with this idea.

Chen Mo looked a little ugly. Whether it was a competition in military skills or training, he asked himself that among the people in Xiyuan, no one was his opponent. But when it came to martial arts and archery, he was okay. Even if he was riding a horse, he would not

Who is afraid, but when it comes to martial arts, his martial arts is not bad, but he suffers from his young age. In one-on-one, with his current body, he can't beat anyone, but among this group of people, he can only

Being able to rank in the middle, Cui Geng has great strength and has the experience of killing enemies in battle. If he really takes action, I am afraid that he will not be his opponent, but there are many people with similar strength to Cui Geng in this military camp.

Naturally, some people are happy and some are worried about this extremely amateurish general selection rule. For many people with good martial arts but impressive IQs, this is undoubtedly their opportunity.

"As for martial arts, I don't have much I can teach you, so you can train on your own." Gao Shun said this and turned around to leave, obviously a little frustrated.

"Brother, Luoyang is like this. Be open-minded and accept your fate. It's useless for us people even if we don't accept it." Seeing Chen Mo standing there in a daze, Cui Geng patted his shoulder and said.

"I never believed in fate. If I had believed in fate, I would have died in the Yellow Turban Rebellion a long time ago. How could I be here today?" Chen Mo glanced at Cui Geng and shook his head. The unruly spirit in his bones was aroused.

, no matter what he does, he can do it to the best, and the same goes for martial arts.

At that moment, he ignored Cui Geng and walked directly in the direction of the stone equipment next to the school field.

Chen Mo understands his own situation best. In terms of martial arts alone, he is no worse than anyone in this school. What he lacks is strength.

Although he has always had the strength to fight over the years, Chen Mo has never overtrained himself, and he will not put all his energy into training his body. It is enough to be able to protect himself with martial arts. He has never thought about becoming the best in the world.

Yi Meng Jiang is mostly used to strengthen his body, but this time, he is ready to devote himself to training.

His physique is actually not bad compared to his peers, but most of the people in this camp are young people in their twenties and thirties. Their strength is naturally much greater than his age, but he doesn't need to improve his strength.

He became the first in the field, and there were sixty places. All he had to do was make sure that he was among these sixty people. There was still hope, because he was not bad at riding or archery.

Looking at Chen Mo who quickly threw himself into training, Cui Geng sighed. Such people are actually rare. Most people are more confused and decadent when faced with sudden changes, right?

Cui Geng was quite impressed when someone suddenly appeared in front of him.

Especially when some people around him started to ridicule, Gao Shun obviously didn't want to take care of it. These thorns who were suppressed by Gao Shun began to regain some of their nature. It may not be malicious, but Cui Geng knew that this kind of joke was a bit of a joke.

Words are actually more likely to break down a person's mood.

"Don't worry, Mo Lang. Everyone knows your abilities. Even if you don't get selected this time, you will have a place when I have a firm foothold in the army. Don't break your body through training." A powerful man said.

Sitting on a stone lock, watching Chen Mo repeating strange actions, he said with some amusement.

"Okay, don't follow suit." Cui Geng stepped forward and kicked him: "If that angel didn't know shit, what would have happened to you?"

"This is fate!" The strong man laughed. Originally, with his understanding of the art of war and his ignorance in coordinating food and fodder, it was not his turn at all. But now things have turned around and he has become an almost certain general, so he is naturally happy.

, he was in a good mood at the moment, and he didn't care about Cui Geng's kick. He patted the dust on his legs and walked to the shade of a tree on the side humming a tune.

Although Gao Shun's daily training was torturous, it was more about combat skills and coordination, and there was rarely any training on strength alone. However, Chen Mo put aside all other training methods at this moment and followed a systematic way to strengthen his body.

Start strength training like crazy.

His recovery ability has been amazing since he was a child. No matter how exhausted he is, as long as he takes a nap, his drowsiness will disappear, and his body will not have any pain or hidden injuries. Now with this masochistic training, everyone thought at first that he was just

I'm just venting because I can't accept the reality. I'm afraid I won't be able to get up tomorrow.

But early the next morning, when they saw Chen Mo squatting and standing up repeatedly while carrying a wooden stake, or lying on the ground and rising and falling, everyone felt that this child was a little crazy.

Especially after a few people imitated Chen Mo's movements a few times, the looks they looked at Chen Mo were a little scary.

All day long, except for taking a short break during meals, Chen Mo was doing this kind of action crazily at other times, and would not stop even if veins started to appear all over his body.

After seven consecutive days like this, everyone was worried at first whether this kid would train himself to death, but the next day, this kid would always come out alive and kicking to continue this kind of self-abuse training. As time went by, everyone was worried about Chen Mo.

I'm used to this kind of behavior. This kid is a freak, different from normal people.

However, despite this, seeing Chen Mo training uninterrupted every day in this masochistic way, rain or shine, even those who were unhappy with Chen Mo have basically shut up now.

People who work hard are generally not annoying.

Don’t believe in fate?

Under the shade of the trees in the school ground, Cui Geng suddenly felt something stuck in his throat while watching Chen Mo training crazily. He drank a few mouthfuls of water silently and suddenly chuckled.

"What's wrong?" the companion beside him asked curiously.

"I suddenly felt that Mo Lang might be selected."

"I'm afraid it won't be easy!"
Chapter completed!