Lu Bu's Ambition

Chapter 300 Can The General Be Substituted?

hooho~
The soldiers on the school field roared excitedly, watching the competition in the middle of the field, which became more and more fierce. At this time, they had already experienced fifty competitions.

The winner will take a rest, and then there will be new competitions in turn, but there is a requirement for these, only those with an arm strength of more than [-] jin are eligible to compete.

The sky is beautiful, the clouds on the sky are constantly moving to block the hot sun, and there is a cool air in the whole barracks.

"Zilong, our recruits depend entirely on you."

"That's right, look at Chang Wei's defeat, you are the only 17 strongest recruits left."

As the competition became more and more fierce, the new recruits who were not afraid of tigers were the most active, but one by one they went up and returned miserably. Compared with the veterans in the barracks, they were more chill and calm.

All around his ears were the unconvinced yells of the recruits, but he, Zhao Yun, stared fieryly at the majestic snow-white tall horse under the high platform.

The four hooves kept digging the soil, and the snort kept beating. There were actually two soldiers holding it tightly beside it. What's more, the majestic body was one head taller than ordinary war horses. It made his eyes even hotter.

It can be said that he has never seen such a majestic and mighty BMW, even if it is Gongsun Zan's mount, he still feels that it is not so good.

Not to mention Zhao Yun, even the generals under Lu Bu's command were envious. If their identities did not allow them to fight, they would have given it up long ago.

As Lu Bu's generals, do they know where this war horse came from? It was a cub bred from a bloody horse in the imperial palace and their lord's red rabbit when they were in Luoyang.

Boom~
At this time, on the school field, a soldier with a steel knife fiercely sent another soldier flying, strode forward and stepped on the opponent's chest, and the tip of the knife appeared on the opponent's neck at the same time.

"Hmph~ good Zhao San, I lost, if you have the guts to ride and shoot."

Haha~ The victorious Zhao San grinned and laughed, but he didn't care about the provocation and said with a smile: "You are really shameless, I am an infantry, you are a wolf rider, let me compete with you Fighting, riding and shooting, do you think I have water in my head?"

haha~
For a while, the army on the school grounds burst into laughter. This is the friendship among soldiers. They will not be politely referred to as confidants like literati. If you want to gain more respect than others in the army, there is only one word better. You just need It is enough to be stronger than them.

"Infantry centurion Zhao San, who else is going to ask for advice?" Zhao San held a long knife horizontally, pointing at the victorious soldiers who were resting below and shouted.

At this time, the arena was coming to an end, and there were only ten soldiers left in the challenge, but Zhao San's knife was clearly pointed at Zhao Yun, who was a recruit.

For a while, there was a burst of hissing in the arena, which made Zhao San's face burn for a while. He didn't care about the hissing in his ears. As long as he won another game, he would still get a reward even if he lost. , His face is all fake, as long as he wins and can get the official land, it is true.

When Lu Bu on the high platform saw Zhao San below, he laughed and scolded: "This Zhao San can use his brain."

The voice was not loud but clearly transmitted to the field, and Zhao San looked back at the fiery red figure on the high platform after hearing it, but his eyes were full of fanatical admiration.

The lord still remembers him, Zhao Biaosan is his nickname in the army, the lord still remembers him, for a moment he couldn't find him with joy, Bei Pan smirked, and the soldiers below all looked at Zhao San with a sour look .

Facing Zhao San's provocation, Zhao Yun frowned toughly, and walked directly into the school grounds, holding a silver long spear.

For the atmosphere in the army, he was full of unprecedented joy and ease. This feeling only existed when he first joined the White Horse Army, and he never felt this way again.

"Changshan Zhao Yun, Zhao Zilong!"

Zhao Yun, who was standing with the spear horizontally, said in a cold voice, while Zhao Sanli's relaxed face suddenly twitched when he approached. Looking at the silver spear full of knife marks in front of him, the corners of his eyes were full of dignity.

Then he waved his hand abruptly, then Zhao San looked back at Gao Shun with a wry face, and said with a wry smile, "Can the general change his opponent?"

haha~
The lieutenant soldiers laughed together, and some laughed so hard that tears flowed out.

"Haha~ Zhao Xiaosan was so far away that he didn't see the recruit's weapon clearly. This time he hit a hard board."

"That's right, this Zhao Yaosan challenges cavalry or archers every time, and he deserves it this time."

The sound of laughing and scolding kept echoing on the school field, and the experienced veterans knew it very well, and they could tell the same just by looking at the weapons.

Although Zhao Yun was a recruit, the silver spear in his hand was covered with knife marks, it was made of mixed iron, and it was a spear used by cavalrymen.

You must know that long spears are long weapons, and the long spears of ordinary soldiers in the army are all wooden poles. After all, long weapons are more laborious to swing than short weapons, and the pure iron gun shaft can completely predict the opponent's arm strength.

"No!" But Gao Shun's indifferent tone responded to Zhao San. At this time, the audience roared with laughter, shouting that Zhao San should surrender quickly.

Looking at the laughing comrades all around, Zhao San took a deep breath, and the long knife in his hand was obviously ready.

"start!"

With an order, Zhao San's rogue's expression instantly disappeared without a trace, and his face was even more ferocious, and he chose to attack faster than Zhao Yun.

Zhao San is not stupid, the opponent is obviously a long weapon, he can only get closer, the smaller the advantage of the opponent's long spear.

clang~
In an instant, the long knife in Zhao San's hand slashed on Zhao Yun's spear like a gust of wind.

On the other hand, Zhao Yun chuckled, he had a good impression of this seemingly fierce veteran in front of him, and even said that he had a good impression of the atmosphere among the Bingzhou Army.

It seems that everyone is a fierce veteran, but there is room for action. Almost no one was seriously injured in today's competition, which shows how much the Bingzhou Army cherishes the friendship between comrades in arms.

There were several times when it was obvious that the opponent's weapon was instinctively thrown away by the opponent's instinctive reflex, and then the other directly surrendered in shame. No one played tricks at all, and perhaps there was a reason for their God of War to watch.

But Zhao Yun saw pride and magnanimity in their eyes, and he didn't have any regrets. If he loses, he loses, and he ends up directly.

Since Baima Yicong had only a few hundred people left after the Battle of Jieqiao, he had never felt this kind of excitement. Gongsun Zan had obviously changed since then.

Facing the chaotic situation in Youzhou, Gongsun Zan didn't have much time to retrain the White Horse Yicong. Instead, he frantically recruited troops. The once mighty White Horse Yicong became an embarrassing army in the army.

Gradually he was left out by Gongsun Zan and dispersed as an officer in the army. In order to better control the army, Bai Ma Yicong might reappear, but that indifferent look in his eyes became a pain in his heart.

The comrades-in-arms who used to live and die together began to change their hearts for higher positions. In the end, only 200 people remained in Baima Yicong.

But in the end, Zhao Yun, because of a dispute in the army and a letter from his hometown, he chose to leave the Youzhou Army and leave the once sad place.

　Zhao Yansan roared with a long knife: "Please click, please ask for a monthly ticket, please ask for a recommendation ticket ~ please reward ~ please subscribe." In my heart (woooo~ah, it is obvious that I want me to be a stepping stone for Zhao Yun, come quickly Support, I just play a game~)

　　
　
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