Ten Capitals, Nine Observations, Eight Poles, Seven Yuans, Six Divisions, Five Elders Compete for Da

Chapter 13 I want to fight ten!
Power is the foundation of everything.

Those who are born with supernatural power must have strong qi and blood.

Therefore, at the beginning of the selection of Qingzhou soldiers, they followed the old story of the ancient Chu overlord-Xiang Yi when he was young-"The overlord lifts the tripod".

When Xiang Yi was not practicing, he lifted the heavy tripod that belonged to the richest man in Kuaiji City with one hand, and entrusted it from Luyou to Luzuo where the poor people lived.

"rise--"

Jiang Chen gave a soft drink, and the test bronze tripod, which initially weighed 120 jin, left the ground in response until it was lifted above his head!
Immediately.

Dozens of civilian husbands cheered.

But most of the people still look calm, but they are only 120 catties. Among the people present, at least one fifth of them can do it.

Later - is the real difficult time!

At this moment, an old man in military uniform, carrying a purple clay teapot, happened to pass by the outside of the school grounds. He raised his eyes and saw Jiang Chen who was raising a tripod. He couldn't help but feel a little interested, and stopped to watch.

On the other side of the school field.

Chen Buhung, Gongsun Hu, Xiao Wu, and many other grain transporters couldn't help feeling hopeful in their hearts, and wished together:

"Come on, boss, you can do it!"

After about ten seconds.

Jiang Chen sensed something was wrong. Just as Gongsun Hu said, the bronze tripod will continue to increase in weight over time.

Every time you take a breath, it seems that the weight you are bearing has increased by several percent!
Every time the weight increases, the difficulty of lifting the tripod will increase significantly!
In an instant.

Jiang Chen's face was flushed, and the oppressive pain brought by the heavy tripod suddenly made his hands unstable, just like buying a big bag of things from the supermarket and returning home. Although it is not heavy, the plastic rope can always strangle the palms of the hands. .

Disdainful ridicule and regret came from the folk husbands on the side.

"Can you do it, little dog!"

"Oh, see, my hands are shaking and I can't hold it anymore."

"The power of his blood is at most three stages."

"I thought there was going to be a powerful character, but it turned out to be a silver-like pewter gun head—fancy but not useful!"

"It's not bad. From the looks of it, he's just a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. He looks quite handsome. If he's from the same town, he would be my son-in-law. It would be good."

Hearing everyone's discussion, Jiang Chen frowned, a little annoyed, but quickly restrained his mood to avoid premature boiling of Qi and blood, and said coldly in his heart:
"According to fate, open!"

In the depths of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, a small white gem suddenly shines brightly!

Although there was no red shimmer, it also hardened the skin around Jiang Chen, and the oppressive pain caused by the weight of the bronze tripod itself on his hands gradually disappeared.

Although the weight remains the same, the difficulty has dropped a lot, which can be regarded as a little advantage.

The test bronze tripod, which was gradually descending, rose slowly again!
Jiang Chen frantically absorbed the strong energy and blood brought by the grass fruit soup, and provided the "defense" fate to play, raised the tripod upwards, and the audience was full of pressure, almost like a domineering aura!

pity.

The behavior of lifting the tripod for a long time finally induced the deep pain in the bone marrow of the right arm, which was piercing and eroded, even with dog skin plaster, it was difficult to remedy.

"what--"

Jiang Chen screamed in pain, blood immediately overflowed from the dog skin plaster on his right arm, and the bronze tripod suddenly missed, and fell to the ground with a bang.

A line of inscriptions immediately appeared:
"The power of qi and blood, rank five!"

Jiang Chen had expected this for a long time, and looked left and right a few times, but he never saw the reminder of life and death a few days ago [If you show special excellence during the selection process, it will attract the attention of the nobles, and there is a certain probability of triggering the pale level ~Crimson-level opportunity—"Resurrection"], thinking in his heart:
"My performance this round can't be considered particularly outstanding. Do I have to wait until the second round to make some big noises?"

It wasn't until this time that many civilian husbands were surprised to find that the handsome young man in front of him was actually injured to participate in the selection of the tripod.

Immediately.

There was an uproar.

And the old man in military uniform also showed regret.

If an ordinary civilian husband reaches the "power of qi and blood, [-]th stage", he will just smile, and it doesn't matter.

but--

It just happened to be injured, but it happened to be only a little bit short, and it was possible to successfully pass the first round of selection. Wouldn't it make people sigh?
Mr. Lu Xun said that tragedy is to destroy beautiful things for others to see. This is the truth.

The old man in military uniform frowned and said in a low voice:
"With this level of strength, passing the second round of selection shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Think about this.

He sat in the corner of the school yard and slowly drank tea, preparing to wait and see for a while.

But at this time.

The military judge - Feng Quan showed a smile on his face, and admitted: "You are better than I imagined, and I will choose the third soldier from the left later, and I will tell him to use at most [-]% of his strength."

"You are different from those civilians. You are qualified to be a member of Qingzhou soldiers."

Sure enough, strength is the only rule of survival for Zhengxi Army... Jiang Chen smiled and said softly: "I will choose him."

But not only him!

Feng Quan nodded, and led Jiang Chen to the south of the school grounds.

The ten fat and strong old soldiers were lying on the ground and sleeping soundly. They didn't seem to be in the slightest danger, and they even looked a little naive.

But when the two arrived, the ten veterans instantly opened their fierce eyes, like a sleeping tiger waking up, threatening all the beasts in the mountains and forests. Jiang Chen couldn't help but recall a saying:
"An eagle stands like a sleeper, a tiger walks like a disease!"

With a cold face, the military judge walked up to one of the old soldiers and said a few words in the ear, and then smiled at Jiang Chen.

The old pawn glanced at Jiang Chen, his eyes fell on his injured and bleeding right arm, he couldn't help being moved by it, nodded, and said softly:

"Injured, but still able to survive to the fifth stage, I am qualified to be Lao Tzu's comrade-in-arms."

Jiang Chen was quite helpless, and thought:
"It's a good intention, but unfortunately I don't have the good fortune to accept it..."

The "power of qi and blood, five stages" he possesses is not real, it is achieved under the blessing of "holding on" + "grass fruit soup". .

more importantly--

"I really don't know how to wield a knife and a gun..."

In the two years when he was an auxiliary police officer in He Province, even thieves were almost extinct, and he dealt with trivial matters all day long, not to mention practicing cold weapons, even a baton was rarely used a few times.

It may take a long time for some fighting skills that I have learned before to reintegrate into actual combat. Therefore, although they are better than ordinary people, they are definitely no match for real veterans.

and so--

Even if the old soldier only used [-]% of his strength, Gongsun Hu might be able to pass, but Jiang Chen could only cry: "The concubine can't do it~"

"Whoo~"

"Insufficient strength, so I can only find another way. I can barely defend against Yang Yunlang's arrow, which is enough to prove its strength. I don't know if these old soldiers can break my defense?"

Jiang Chen let out a sullen breath, and gradually woke up from the memory of thinking, thinking: "Working hard, taking some chances is the real king!"

Subsequently.

He chose a knife and a shield from the weapon rack, and walked to the front of many old soldiers, his eyes were cold, and he said every word:

"I want to hit ten!"

(End of this chapter)