Jiri Batu stroked his chest and bowed, his eyes curiously looking at the surrounding arrangements.

Seeing him like this, Xu Ding simply didn't bother to lecture him. He probably didn't even understand this big guy.

Since he is from the military, let him speak for himself based on his strength. I guess those guys outside can't wait any longer.

Xu Ding smiled and looked at the steward on the side.

The steward nodded slightly and soon brought out a set of standard training uniforms and a nine-ring sword.

The nine-ring sword was a bit heavier than the sword on Jiri Batu's waist, and it was carried up by two strong men.

When Jiri Batu saw this, his eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to give it a try, but because Xu Ding didn't speak, he didn't dare to move.

Born in the grassland, he has a natural ability to sense danger. After he entered this house, the hair on his body never fell.

Although he didn't know what danger was staring at him, for safety reasons, Jiri Batu still looked at Xu Ding honestly.

Steward Xu Dingchao nodded slightly.

The steward said to Jiri Batu: "Come with me, I will take you to the dressing room."

Jiri Batu was stunned, that's it? He looked at Xu Ding in disbelief, only to see that Xu Ding was still immersed in his official duties, as if he had no time to talk to him at all.

Jiri Batu bowed somewhat depressedly and followed the steward away.

After a stick of incense.

Jiri Batu, wearing a leather armor and holding a huge nine-ring sword in his hand, came to the school grounds majestically.

At this time, there were already people on the school field feeding each other. Suddenly, they saw a big man with a foreign face approaching, and everyone stopped.

Xu Huang, Zhao Feng and others looked at each other.

Without their instructions, new recruits who couldn't stand Jiri Batu immediately came up to provoke him.

Dingjunfang does not object to military competitions between sergeants, and will even encourage such behavior, as long as it does not cause loss of life.

Therefore, when facing the Huns Jiri Batu, some men who had just joined the Longshan Army or the Hupo Army and had not been to the grassland were all talking about having a fight with Jiri Batu.

Jiri Batu finally figured out the reason with his poor Chinese.

He was also happy to learn that he could fight at will. Not only the Han people were martial, but also the Huns, and all of them were soldiers, and everyone was brave and fierce.

Bah~

Jiri Batu thrust the big knife in his hand into the ground, took a stance, and shouted word by word in Chinese: "Come on, anyone can come up."

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An hour later.

Seeing the new recruits staggering around on the school field, Xu Huang was furious.

There are so many people fighting each other, but someone can easily defeat the whole audience. What kind of rubbish is this?

At this time, Jiri Batu was still blushing and out of breath, and even the nine-ringed sword was still stuck on the ground and had not been used.

Zhao Feng and others looked at each other and sighed: "He is indeed the first warrior of the Xiongnu. He is as brave as Lu Fengxian."

"I'll go up and try." Hua Cun was eager to give it a try.

Xu Huang stopped him and said in a deep voice: "No, we must let the recruits solve it themselves."

As he said that, he looked at the other dozen recruits not far away who were immersed in training. None of them were easy.

The dozen or so people didn't pay any attention to the commotion here. They were immersed in hard work from beginning to end, working hard every one of them.

Xu Huang was very satisfied with this, but this was the time when they needed to take action.

Xu Huang glanced around, and finally settled on a recruit, shouting: "Zhang He, go up and try."

Zhang He was extremely depressed when he was called. He was practicing squats with two large iron pestles. Each of the iron pestles was estimated to weigh more than a hundred kilograms, but he could hold it with just five fingers. At this time, he was suddenly

Interruption, where can I be happy?

Zhang He reluctantly dropped the iron pestle, glanced at the tall and tall Jiri Batu on the field, cupped his fists and said: "General Xu, this is just a competition of strength. I am not his opponent, can I use a weapon?"

Xu Huang nodded slightly, there was no limit on weapons in the competition.

Seeing this, Zhang He walked to the weapons rack on the side, took off his spear, and then muttered: "It's really troublesome, because my training volume today is far behind theirs. It seems that we need to fight quickly.
Chapter completed!