The words of the examination instructor are still echoing in the ears of the Haitang soldiers, and the third round of selection is still in progress. In the silence in the martial arts arena, time passed quietly minute by minute, and it was already Shen Shi.
"I want to get up! I want to get up! I want to get up!" Shi Liang, who slowly began to regain his ability to think little by little, was shouting in his heart, but his limp body was twitching again and again. I can't move anything else.
"Ah——!" After an unknown amount of time, the first suppressed and resentful cry came to Shi Liang's ears. Then one after another, the struggling Haitang warriors began to have the strength to scream in a low voice.
"I want to get up! I want to get up!" Shi Liang's cry was still silent, the whites of his shrunken pupils were swollen with bloodshot eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly opened and closed with all his strength.
"I want to get up!" The man tried his best, but still couldn't move.
"Number one, No. 791, Gao Wenbin." This was a plain to indifferent voice. It rang for the first time in the ears of the men who were still struggling in the iron cabin. It was the regular uniform who was notifying the promoted personnel.
There was just a moment of silence. "Second, 866, Zhang Li." The voice sounded again. Then the third and then the fourth
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The time difference was not less than a short while, and the remaining places were suddenly reduced by nine. These first batch of promotion candidates are probably experienced veterans who have participated in the previous round of selection or even the last round of selection.
Time is still passing by, and another half of the incense stick is gone. "Tenth place, eight, nine, nine..." There are also warriors who can stand up among the recruits, and the number of promotion places is getting smaller and smaller. "I want to get up——!" Under the tremendous pressure, Shi Liang finally had the strength to shout!
"The eleventh place, 926, Yang Hao."
"I want to get up——!"
"Thirteenth, 932, Geng Sannan."
"Ah——!" Shi Liang struggled to hold on to the iron cabin guardrail, and tremblingly tried to lift his trembling feet. "I want to get up!" He kept telling himself, his expression becoming more and more hysterical.
"No. 14, 891, Su Mingxiang." Finally, only the last spot was left, and everyone else began their final fight to the death. From this moment on, time seemed to be stretched infinitely. Shi Liang, who was half standing up and half holding the iron cabin, was on the verge of collapse. A blurry figure appeared in front of him: "Continue to work hard, Liejia Army selection, uncle will support you!"
"ah------!"
"No. 15, 923, Shi Liang."
All fifteen people have been selected, and the remaining eliminated people collapsed and sat on the ground almost instantly. On the contrary, the regular server did not urge them much, and patiently waited for the last few recruits who were still shaking. Waiting until several people stood stable and could stagger around, they led Shi Liang, Yang Hao, Geng San and other six people, who were supporting each other, to slowly approach the military tent step by step.
The huge Chinese army tent had obviously been tidied up and adjusted. Fifteen small tables were spread out and placed in a circle around the center of the field. The first group of veterans who had been promoted to enter the central tent had already taken their seats. The examination instructor stood in the center of the venue with his back on his back. When he saw the last few people entering, he pointed at the remaining empty tables and motioned for everyone to sit down.
Waiting patiently for everyone to sit down, the man in black once again showed his iconic joking smile and said cheerfully: "Congratulations! Congratulations! If you can pass the previous assessment, you are already top-notch talents." Then , the test instructor deliberately cleared his throat and introduced with a smile, "The last test is for the literary test. There will be paper and pen prepared for you on the table. I believe you must have memorized the 12 prohibitions in the military. Yes, write it down. The first person to finish it without any mistakes will be promoted."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands again, and suddenly there was a mingling and moving fragrance drifting in from outside the tent. Then, following the guidance of ordinary clothes, Yingying Yanyan walked into fifteen beautiful, plump and thin women. Bride.
"It's really easy for you guys. I'm afraid that the examination will be too hard for you. The army specially allocated funds and hired fifteen popular ladies from the Mingyue Building in the town to display papers for everyone. You guys need to work harder to write. Completed the promotion. This time the Liejia Army recruits ten people, this is your only chance this year." The examination instructor's smiling face was full of envy. He greeted the ladies one by one and assigned them to sit next to the candidates. . The man laughed and clapped his hands again. Under the gaze of everyone, several more musicians, dancing girls and violinists entered the room outside the tent.
"Served by singing and dancing, accompanied by beauties, come on, everyone! Let's begin." The joking voice was quickly replaced by cheerful music and dance.
Hearing the exam instructor say "start", Shi Liang just wanted to ignore everything else. He controlled his still weak arms with trembling hands, struggled to spread out the test paper, and lifted up the charcoal pen, just about to write the beginning while resisting the pain all over his body. At this time, the beautiful girl next to her was obviously told. She moved her waist and hips, leaned close to the young man next to her, and said softly and casually: "I'm afraid the little official still needs some help." Take a rest and don't be too anxious." His words were considerate, but he just right sprayed the charming fragrance on Shi Liang's tense neck.
How could a young military man withstand such teasing? His body was full of blood as if he was being electrocuted. His face immediately turned red, and he tried to push the beauty next to him away. However, how could Shi Liang, who had just experienced a series of trials and tortures, have the strength to push away the soft and warm person in front of him who had obviously been instructed.
Seeing Shi Liang push him with his hand, the soft and waxy woman turned around nimbly and leaned towards him. She pretended to fall into the man's arms softly, then pretended to stand up with difficulty. She slightly supported Shi Liang's thigh with her hand and leaned back against him. In his arms, he said shyly: "Brother, you are good or bad, hee hee hee."
If he were an ordinary drinker at this time, he would have been unable to control himself and would have become ugly. However, although the young man with a youthful face in front of him was frightened, he still gritted his teeth and stared at the scroll with red eyes. He tried his best with both hands and broke the bamboo charcoal pen used to answer the question. He stabbed his thigh and answered the test questions with trembling hands. For a moment, he was frightened and stunned the pretty woman who was still trying to interfere.
Looking at the resolute man who was still trying his best with bright red on his calves, the girl couldn't bear to disturb him anymore. In the middle tent, the orioles are singing and the swallows are dancing, and the lingering sound is like the intoxicating fragrance emanating from the wine pool in the forest. The persistent person, with red eyes and shaking the "knife", is fighting silently with the old grudges in his heart. The second uncle's revenge needs to be avenged, and the Gao family's hatred needs to be eliminated, how can I enjoy this world freely?
