The Nameless of the Common Clans

Qian Shuo only said a few words to Gao Shun and the middle-aged man named An Rui on the selection platform, and then he didn't say anything. After a while, Gao Shun came to the front of the battle with a sullen face and said in a deep voice: "Listen to my order!"

"Yes!" Hundreds of people roared in unison, and the sound went straight to the sky, and the whole West Garden seemed to tremble.

"Half a month later, there will be a martial arts competition to select generals, divided into three items: archery, horse fighting and foot fighting. The angel specially invited Wang Yue, the sword master in the palace, to evaluate. In the next half a month, you will focus on martial arts. After half a month, only 60 people will be left!" Gao Shun said in a deep voice.

"Martial arts competition?" Chen Mo widened his eyes in astonishment. This is to select generals, not elite soldiers. As a general, martial arts can only be regarded as an assistant, right? It is naturally good to have strong martial arts, but even if the martial arts are not good, it can't be said to be bad, right? Isn't the most important thing for a general to lead the troops?

"Hey, here comes another person who has no ability but likes to make comments without permission." Cui Geng on the side gritted his teeth and said.

No matter what, the most feared thing is that laymen instruct experts. Gao Shun's ability and character are naturally clear to them, and it is impossible for them to make such a stupid decision. The three on the stage are obviously led by Qian Shuo, and it is not difficult to guess who came up with this idea.

Chen Mo's face is a little ugly. Whether it is a competition of military tactics or training, he asked himself that among the people in Xiyuan, no one is his opponent, but in terms of martial arts, he is okay in archery, even if he is riding on a horse, he is not afraid of anyone, but in terms of martial arts, his martial arts are not bad, but he suffered from his young age. In a one-on-one fight, with his current body, he can't beat anyone, but he can only be ranked in the middle among this group of people. Cui Geng is strong and has experience in fighting in the battlefield. If he really starts fighting, he is probably not his opponent, and there are many people with similar strength to Cui Geng in this military camp.

For this extremely amateur selection rule, some people are happy and some are worried. For many people with good martial arts but touching IQ, this is undoubtedly their opportunity.

"As for martial arts, this general can't teach you much, so you should train on your own." Gao Shun said, then turned and left, obviously a little discouraged.

"Brother, Luoyang is like this, think about it, accept your fate, it's useless for us to refuse." Seeing Chen Mo standing there in a daze, Cui Geng patted his shoulder and said.

"I never believe in fate. If I did, I would have died in the Yellow Turban Rebellion. How could I be here today?" Chen Mo glanced at Cui Geng and shook his head. The rebellious spirit in his bones was aroused. No matter what he did, he could do his best, and the same was true for martial arts.

At the moment, he ignored Cui Geng and walked straight towards the direction of the stone equipment stored next to the parade ground.

Chen Mo knew his situation best. If he only talked about martial arts, he was no worse than anyone in the parade ground. What he lacked was strength.

Although he has been training himself up over the years, Chen Mo never overtrains himself, nor does he put all his energy into training his body. Martial arts are enough to protect himself. He has never thought of becoming the best general in the world. He is more used to strengthen his body. But this time, he is ready to devote himself to training.

His physique is actually not worse than his peers, but most of the people in this camp are young people in their twenties and thirties, and their strength is naturally much greater than his age. But he does not need to be the first in strength. There are 60 places, and he just needs to make sure that he is among these 60 people. There is still hope, because he is not bad in riding or archery.

Looking at Chen Mo who quickly started training, Cui Geng sighed. Such people are actually rare. Most people, facing sudden changes, are more confused and decadent, right?

Suddenly someone appeared in front of him, and Cui Geng was quite impressed.

Especially since some people around him had already started to mock him, Gao Shun obviously didn't plan to care. These troublemakers who were suppressed by Gao Shun began to regain some of their nature. They might not have malicious intentions, but Cui Geng knew that such jokes were more likely to destroy a person's spirit.

"Don't worry, Molang. Everyone knows your ability. Even if you are not selected this time, when we have established a firm foothold in the army, you will have a place. Don't hurt your body." A strong man sat on a stone lock, watching Chen Mo repeating strange movements, and said with some amusement.

"Okay, stop joining in the fun." Cui Geng stepped forward and kicked him: "If the angel didn't know shit, what would you do?"

"This is fate!" The strong man laughed. Originally, with his understanding of military tactics and his ignorance of coordinating food and grass, it would not have been his turn. Now that things have turned around, he has become an almost certain general, so he is naturally happy. He is in a good mood at the moment. He didn't care about Cui Geng's kick. He patted the dust on his legs and walked to the shade of the tree on the side humming a little tune.

Although Gao Shun's daily training is also torturous, it is more about training in combat skills and coordination. There is rarely any training for strength alone. At this moment, Chen Mo has put aside all other training methods and started to do crazy strength training according to the systematic strengthening method.

He has an amazing recovery ability since he was a child. No matter how tired he is, as long as he sleeps, his sleepiness will disappear completely, and his body will not have any soreness or hidden injuries. Now this self-abuse training, everyone thought at the beginning that he just couldn't accept the reality and vented, and he might not be able to get up tomorrow.

But the next morning, seeing Chen Mo carrying a piece of wood and constantly squatting and standing up, or lying on the ground up and down, everyone thought that this kid was a little crazy.

Especially after a few people imitated Chen Mo's movements and did them several times, they looked at Chen Mo with some horror.

All day long, except for a short break at meal time, Chen Mo was doing this kind of movement crazily, and he would not stop even if his veins began to bulge out.

For seven consecutive days, everyone was worried at first whether this kid would train himself to death, but the next day, this kid would always run out alive and well to continue this self-torture training. After a long time, everyone got used to Chen Mo's behavior. This kid was a freak, different from normal people.

However, even so, seeing Chen Mo training every day in this self-torture way regardless of the weather, even those who were unhappy with Chen Mo basically shut up now.

People who work hard are generally not annoying.

Don't you believe in fate?

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

"What's going on?" The companion beside him asked curiously.

"I suddenly feel that Molang may really be selected."

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

"Let's wait and see."