Liu Laozhi's eyes were cold, and he gradually watched Liu Yu and his son, jogging towards the outside of the camp while talking and laughing all the way. Sun Wuzhu walked slowly to his side and shook his head: "Laozhi!
, in fact, I don’t think you need to hold any selection contest?”
Liu Laozhi replied expressionlessly: "If we don't conduct selection, how can we select a hundred people?"
Sun Wuzhong laughed: "Tie up all these little bastards and shoot them with bows and arrows. If the bows and arrows don't kill them, then they can stay and join the Tiger Army."
Liu Laozhi suddenly showed a smile on his face: "Why, Wu Zhi, you have no confidence in your own soldiers?"
Sun Wuzhong put away his smile and sighed: "It's snowing all over the sky. If they are hunted down like this and have to swim across the Yangtze River, people will die! This standard is too high."
Xie Xuan's voice sounded from behind the two of them: "What I want are elite soldiers who can support the entire Tiger Army. The standards must be high."
Sun Wuzhong was stunned for a moment, turned around, and said to Xie Xuan: "But what if we fail to meet this requirement? These are all sharp men. It would be a pity if ten or eight of them died.
Right. Besides, I think it’s unlikely that a hundred people can pass the test.”
Xie Xuan's eyes flashed coldly: "Wu End, don't underestimate them. I believe there will be enough people to reach the finish line."
Having said this, he turned to look at Murong Nan, who was standing beside him and remained silent: "You can go."
The north wind whistled and snow danced all over the sky. A column of more than a thousand people had already run to a plain more than five miles south of the camp. In the process of running along the way, many people who were familiar with each other automatically formed a group.
There are small groups, either in groups of three or five people, or in groups of more than ten people. Of course, there are also people like Liu Yi, who brings about twenty brothers and clan members, or like the Mao brothers, who travel together with five or six brothers.
Liu Yu was still running leisurely in the center of the team. At this moment, Tan Pingzhi, Wei Yongzhi, Liu Jingxuan, Xiang Jing, Sun Chu, Yu Qiujin and other old brothers of the Flying Leopard Army had already arrived.
He came over, and even He Wuji ran with him, talking while running.
"Wuji, why didn't you follow Liu Yi and the others, but instead came to find us?"
He Wuji smiled slightly: "Because I am sending you a slave, I think running with you will give me a greater chance of passing the selection."
Liu Yu smiled and shook his head: "Liu Yi has more than 20 brothers. I think he has a better chance."
He Wuji shook his head: "He is a little too impatient. I think this selection is not so easy. It is not a good thing to rush to the front now."
Liu Jingxuan frowned as he ran: "Jinnu, I also think that we can speed up a little bit. That pursuit may be to scare us. When we went into the valley just now, it was supposed to be the best opportunity for an ambush, but
We didn't encounter any danger, maybe dad just scared us."
Liu Yu's eyes flashed coldly: "General Liu is not the kind of general who scares people casually. If he says there are pursuers and ambushes, there will definitely be an ambush. But we don't know when. But I have a hunch.
,Danger is coming soon!”
Before he finished speaking, he saw a sudden burst of snowflakes flying in front of him. In the grassland covering a radius of five or six miles and covered with thick ice and snow, hundreds of people wearing white robes and crouching under the ice and snow suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
They all held powerful crossbows or powerful bows in their hands, and they fired a flurry of crossbows at the hundreds of contestants who were rushing at the front.
The five brothers, Maoqiu, were at the front, and Maoqiu, with his sharp eyes, fell to the ground all of a sudden. While lying down, he shouted: "Get down!" But his voice was still a little slower.
The moment he bent down, more than twenty powerful crossbows flew past his scalp.
Hearing just a few "wuwu" sounds, the chests of the two brothers Mao Jin and Mao Yi behind him were suddenly filled with arrow shafts. Although the body was protected by heavy armor, arrows with missing arrowheads could not penetrate, but the white and white lime
The powder was stained everywhere on his chest. Mao Jin suddenly fell to the ground on his back, crying and cursing: "Grandma, there is an ambush, I don't accept it!"
Liu Yi's team was also attacked almost at the same time. Five or six people fell down with a groan, while Liu Yi quickly lay on the ground. He and Maoqiu reacted almost at the same time, rolling to the side.
They moved behind small ditches and hills, using the high and low terrain to avoid the arrows flying in the air. At the same time, they took off the crossbows on their backs and fired a burst of shots in the direction of the incoming arrows.
In addition to Liu Yi and Mao Qiu, who were at the front of the team, the other players who followed also drew their swords and rushed forward. Under the snow layer, white-robed ambush soldiers kept coming out. Soon, on both sides,
The soldiers fought hand to hand and fought together.
Liu Yu curled his lips. They were more than two hundred steps away from the front line of the battle. Liu Jingxuan on the side laughed: "There is indeed an ambush. It's interesting. Let's rush over and help."
As he spoke, he picked up the two axes stuck in his back and prepared to fight.
Liu Yu shook his head and stopped Liu Jingxuan: "We can't be reluctant to fight. Our goal is to finally reach the banner, not to kill many enemy soldiers on the road. Besides, these ambush soldiers are well-trained, and they all use dozens of people."
We are fighting in a battle formation. Thousands of us are divided into hundreds of small teams. Each team fights on its own. It is really not wise to fight them head-on. Run!"
Liu Jingxuan's eyes widened, and he shook his head in disbelief: "Did I hear you right? Jinnu, you didn't go up to the enemy?"
Liu Yu's eyes flashed coldly: "Our goal is reconnaissance, not combat. Besides, the enemy's strength is by no means limited to this, so we will take a detour."
After Liu Yu finished speaking, he coldly pulled off the mask on his helmet and hid his face behind the cold bronze mask. Only a pair of shining eyes remained. His burly figure looked directly towards a small patch of water on the side.
He ran towards the woods, but Tan Pingzhi said nothing, holding a big bow, and followed closely. Wei Yongzhi smiled and patted Liu Jingxuan on the shoulder: "Okay, follow Brother Jinu, it's always right."
Soon, more than ten people in this small team followed Liu Yu. With the fight in front being fierce, they took a detour, and few people noticed their whereabouts.
When Liu Yu just rushed into the woods, he heard a huge roar in the distance. From the mountains on the other side, more than a hundred large snowballs flew out, roaring and smashing towards the ice field.
On top, hundreds of players and pursuers formed a group.
This chapter has been completed!