Rebirth: Marry a General instead of a Prince

The next morning, before daybreak, a loud horn sounded from the open space outside the camp.

Bai Zhiyuan opened his eyes, put on his clothes and walked out.

Today is the day when 20,000 new recruits officially begin their training.

When Bai Zhiyuan walked out of the tent and headed to the training ground, the new recruits had already been counted and started their intense daily training.

These days I have been running around the military camp with weights.

Bai Zhiyuan stood aside and listened to the wailing of the new recruits.

Although it was autumn and the weather was getting cooler, I was still sweating profusely after running around the military camp with weights for a few laps.

Bai Zhiyuan looked at Xiaoshan, Wang Shi and other brothers, wiping the sweat from their foreheads as they ran, thinking that it was really hard to be in the military camp.

From a distance, someone was approaching.

Cheng Beixiao, holding a folding fan, looked like a weak scholar, looking at him, and then at the new recruits running with sandbags on their backs, just like the children doing hard labor at the Shangjing dock. Fortunately, these new recruits, since they have come to join the army, are all strong people, most of them come from poor families, and are used to doing heavy work. Although the training is very tiring, they can persist.

Xie Yunsong followed Cheng Beixiao and walked over. He was wearing a dark robe and holding a long sword in his hand. He had a handsome face, slender and clear eyebrows, and two sparkling black eyes, but the expression on his face was indifferent, which made people feel afraid.

Xie Yunsong and Cheng Beixiao stood beside Bai Zhiyuan. Bai Zhiyuan glanced at them and said calmly, "General Xie's show of power is really smart."

Xie Yunsong raised his eyebrows and did not comment.

Cheng Beixiao asked: "What do you mean by showing off your power?"

Bai Zhiyuan replied, "These new soldiers are all new to the military camp, and they are scattered soldiers just recruited from Shangjing. They have only received a few days of training in Shangjing. As soon as they arrived in the northern border, they were counted before dawn. After the count, look at now, although it is autumn, the sun is shining brightly. Just walking around the camp will make you sweat, so why bother running with weights?"

"General Xie trained them this way just to tell them that since they have entered the military camp, they are not here to enjoy themselves."

"I think today's physical training is just an appetizer. There will be more rigorous training later, such as bows and arrows, swords and crossbows."

Hearing this, Xie Yunsong looked at Bai Zhiyuan with admiration.

After the new recruits had finished running one after another, they sat aside to rest.

Bai Zhiyuan then walked over and handed them a bottle of water. Xiaoshan, Wang Shi and others were all sweating and panting.

Several people tilted their heads back and drank the water.

Bai Zhiyuan then said, "Thank you for your hard work, brothers. But this is only the first day. The training will become more and more rigorous day by day. Everyone must persevere."

When everyone heard this, they wailed.

Xie Yunsong walked over slowly and swept his cold eyes over everyone, who immediately fell silent.

There was a faint smile on Bai Zhiyuan's lips.

Lu Zhiling behind him said, "After dinner, let's go to the martial arts arena. The competition will begin soon. Everyone can choose a weapon that suits them. If you want to challenge someone, you can do so. The final winner today will be exempted from the next half month of training."

When everyone heard this, they all became excited and started discussing it.

After lunch, everyone started walking towards the martial arts arena. The recruits gathered under the platform, and the competition was about to begin.

Xie Yunsong, Bai Zhiyuan and Cheng Beixiao sat on the high seats on the platform.

Zhou Yehan stood on the stage, holding a spear in his hand, and shouted: "The competition will begin now, who wants to come up and defend the ring?"

Everyone looked at each other, and no one stepped out for a while.

After a while, a man named Fan Zhong stood up. He was tall and mighty, and it was obvious that he had practiced this before.

He strode onto the stage.

Zhou Yehan glanced at the people below and asked, "Now that we have someone to defend the ring, is there anyone who wants to come up and compete?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment.

Fan Zhong performed very well in the training this morning. Looking at his tall and strong figure, and hearing that he used to be an instructor in a martial arts school, I guess he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child.

After a moment, a handsome man shouted, "I'll do it!"

This man's name is Jiang Heng. I heard that he was a young master whose family had fallen on hard times. I guess he had learned martial arts since he was a child. Although he didn't look as powerful as Fan Zhongsheng, it was hard to say who would win if they really compared swords and guns.

The new recruits in the audience all looked up at the two people on the stage.

Under the attention of everyone, the two came to the weapon rack beside the martial arts field and were selecting weapons that suited them.

Jiang Heng picked a long sword, while Fan Zhong picked a long spear.

The two stood facing each other. Zhou Yehan looked at them and said, "You can compete, but remember to stop when you are done and don't hurt anyone."

They both nodded at the same time.

Seeing this, Zhou Yehan stepped aside.

The two men rushed towards each other at the same time, and the two figures became mixed together for a moment, and only the sound of "bang bang bang" could be heard.

Jiang Heng's swordsmanship was very skilled, while Fan Zhong's spear was flexible and changeable, and for a moment it was difficult to tell the winner between the two.

Bai Zhiyuan sat beside Xie Yunsong, watching intently. She asked in a low voice, "General Xie, who do you think will win?"

Xie Yunsong did not answer but asked: "What do you think, Miss Bai?"

Bai Zhiyuan looked at the two people who were in a stalemate on the martial arts field, thought for a moment and said, "I think Jiang Heng will win. Look at his swordsmanship, it's obvious that he has been practicing since he was a child. His sword moves are as fast as a rainbow, and his sword moves are varied and flawless."

Xie Yunsong shook his head and said, "I think Jiang Heng's swordsmanship is good, but he underestimated his opponent. Fan Zhong's weapon today is a spear. Whether in a fight or on the battlefield, the spear has the upper hand. Moreover, Fan Zhong's spear skills are fierce. Didn't you see it? He has been looking for Jiang Heng's flaws. You said he has no flaws, but that is only temporary. If the two continue to fight, Jiang Heng's flaws will always be found by Fan Zhong."

Bai Zhiyuan stopped talking after hearing this and watched the competition below seriously.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before it happened as Xie Yunsong had said.

Jiang Heng underestimated his enemy. He relied on his superb swordsmanship and only attacked without defending.

Fan Zhong's spear was as powerful as a storm. When he found Jiang Heng's weakness accurately, he rushed forward and turned defense into offense. Soon, Jiang Heng looked embarrassed and unable to resist.

A moment later, Jiang Heng was forced to the edge of the martial arts arena, and Fan Zhong's spear did not stop, hitting him directly. Jiang Heng was startled and almost fell off the stage. He realized that he had already lost.

Jiang Heng's face was gloomy, but when he looked at Fan Zhong again, he saw that he was standing straight with a smile on his face.

Bai Zhiyuan turned around and said to Xie Yunsong, "General Xie, you have good vision."

Cheng Beixiao applauded and said, "Excellent, really wonderful."

He turned his head to Xie Yunsong and said, "Yunsong, this is much more interesting than watching these new recruits training. By the way, they have clearly just arrived in the Northern Territory, why do they have to compete first?"

Xie Yunsong said calmly, "Today we are just trying to see the level of these new recruits. We were too rushed to the capital before. Only by competing today can we pick out the best ones, shorten their useless training time, and send them to the battlefield earlier."

Cheng Beixiao suddenly realized: "So that's it."

Jiang Heng was defeated, and for a while Fan Zhong stood on the high platform, and no one dared to challenge him.

Zhou Yehan glanced at the crowd below with a stern look and said, "Who else wants to challenge me? Winning or losing is not a big deal. What's scary is that no one dares to challenge me."

After a long while, a burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who should be over 40 years old but still looks strong and healthy, walked onto the martial arts arena calmly and said in a deep voice: "I'll challenge you."

Zhou Yehan looked at him for a moment, then asked, "What's your name?"

The sturdy man said, "Next week or so."

Zhou Yehan said: "Okay, go choose a weapon."

Zhou Chi walked to the weapons rack, hesitated for a moment, and picked out a scimitar.

He strode to the center of the martial arts arena, clasped his fists toward Fan Zhong and said, "Brother Fan, please teach me."

Zhou Yehan patted their shoulders and said, "That's enough." Then he stepped aside.

Zhou Chi rushed forward with a knife first, but Fan Zhong dodged by turning his head.

Zhou Chi's swordsmanship was smooth and flowing, while Fan Zhong still used the spear. Zhou Chi stabbed Fan Zhong straight at him. Fan Zhong was also strong, and the sword and spear were instantly entangled, but Fan Zhong's spear skills were flexible and entangled Zhou Chi's sword, making him unable to move for a while.

Suddenly, Fan Zhong put away his gun and stabbed Zhou Chi again. Zhou Chi was a little slow to react, and the gun just brushed past his clothes.

There was a sudden burst of screams from the audience below the martial arts arena.

Without waiting for Zhou Chi to swing his sword, Fan Zhong turned around very quickly, turned the spear in his hand, and pointed it directly at Zhou Chi's forehead.

Fan Zhong is indeed very good and wins again.