【Basic boxing technique: 65/100 (coarse translation)】

After fifteen strokes of boxing, He Zhao ran to the kitchen panting.

Of course, he had thought of continuing to increase the number of times of practice. When the 16th round of boxing was performed, his mouth and nose suddenly bleed, which scared him to stop immediately. From then on, he did not dare to exceed the limit.

"If you can bring hunger in... Unfortunately, each simulation scenario can only carry three talents, and the simulator should have a way to increase the number of talents that can be carried."

I mumbled all the way and came to the kitchen for a moment.

He pushed the door open carefully, looked around, and left with ten steamed buns.

the next day!

【Basic boxing technique: 25/500 (proficient).】

贺曌每天夜里打十五趟拳法,在夜之子的加成下,短短两天时间便把基础拳法提升到了熟练地步.不过想要更上一层楼,居然暴涨至500遍!

In other words, it takes eight days for him to improve his boxing skills to the next level.

A normal person can do it three times a day, regardless of physical damage, and with the three-fold increase in Ye Zi's all-round way, fifteen times a day will not be a problem. If there are more, the body will really not be able to withstand it.

I used boxing five times during the day, and for the sake of physical considerations, I gave up temporarily.

After all, there are more than 170 days left, and He Zhao doesn't want to send a few to death, which leads to a plummeting score.

Recently, new coaches appeared one after another, teaching infantry exercises, sword techniques, archery techniques, shields, battle formations. Five thousand new soldiers were in a hurry, and they all wanted their parents to give them eight hands.

The number of independent training and subjects increased, and the gap between genius and mediocre talents suddenly widened.

Let all the good seedlings be exposed to the eyes of the coaches.

As for He Zhao, he is very famous. Among the new recruits in Xuandu, some people call him the King of Suffering.

The fifth day of joining the camp!

【Basic boxing technique: 205/500 (proficient)】

【Basic knife technique: 60/500 (skilled)】

【Basic Archery: 120/500 (Proficient)】

【Basic Shield: 75/100 (Coarse Pass)】

【Basic Battle Formation: 85/100 (Coarse Communication)】

If it weren't for Ye Zhizi, He Zhao would never have endured such a level no matter how hard he was.

He trains until the second half of the night every day, relying on his strong talent, only two hours is enough to replenish his tired body and spirit.

The sword technique and archery are relatively simple. The former can be practiced continuously, ten times a day, and proficiency is 40 times a day. The latter is a bit difficult. Pull the bow down with all your strength and hit the center to increase the proficiency is four points.

The first day, He, the man named He pulled twenty bows, but what was surprising was that he only hit the bull's eye once, and his arm was sore and he couldn't pull the bow. Later, he directly put his archery training at night, and his success rate rose sharply.

The talent of the Night Son makes his eyes stronger than during the day. If the bullseye, a hundred meters away from the day, is almost the same as a coin in his eyes. When the night falls, the bullseye is as big as a palm in his eyes!

This leads to a sharp increase in hit rate.

The basic shield and basic battle formation are not because He Zhao doesn’t work hard, nor is he ignoring it.

Both require the cooperation of teammates to improve slightly.

The shield must be blocked in time when the enemy attacks to increase proficiency. The battle formation requires five or ten people to cooperate. No one makes any mistakes during this period. Only after one drill is practiced can one give you some proficiency.

When practicing the battle formation, if you are lucky, you can increase by 7 or 8 points a day. If you are less lucky, you can give two points a day, so you have to burn high incense.

The sixth day, the next day is dawn.

He Zhao found the instructor responsible for teaching boxing and gave the other party a set of Lightning Five... Basic boxing techniques.

"Smack!!"

The coach clapped his hands with great satisfaction. He gave He Zhao half a month, but only six days passed and he became proficient in boxing. This is a talent.

"Carry it out later and go to the elite camp with me." The coach patted his shoulder and said.

"Elite Camp?"

A hint of doubt appeared on He Zhao's face, and the cavalry captain seemed to have mentioned it.

"The so-called elite camp is the reserve for the Xuan Armored Sharp. As long as you are not defeated within half a year, you will be directly promoted to the Xuan Armored Sharp, and your salary will be twice as high as that of the ordinary Xuandu Army.

Even if you are defeated halfway and return to the new army of Xuandu, there is a high probability that you will be promoted to captain. So you must cherish it, this hard-won opportunity.

In addition, be careful after entering the camp, there are many noble children who come in through the back door. They are all arrogant and show off their power all day long. They endure him for half a year, and most of the waste will be kicked away after half a year.

That’s all, come with me.”

After the words came to an end, the coach left.

He Zhao followed closely behind, and countless people stared at his back enviously, which was appreciated by Shangguan.

After packing up some miscellaneous items, the two of them arrived at the so-called elite camp one after another.

"What's wrong with being a dog for me? I'm a hereditary count. Who do you show me your mud legs and your face is cold every day? Brothers, I took off his pants and hung them on the flagpole. I see what face does this guy have to stay in the elite camp!"

As soon as the two of them walked to the barracks, they heard shouts coming from inside.

"What are you doing?!"

The boxing teacher hurriedly walked in and shouted angrily at the people in the room.

He Zhao followed behind, swept his eyes, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Cavalry captain!

I saw this guy being pressed under a group of people, and two other people's hands clinging to his waist, obviously preparing to unbutton his trousers.

"Teacher Wu, why are you here? This is not boring, just a joke." The son of the hereditary Count changed his expression and interrupted with laughter.

"You are honest, let me see you bullying people next time, and hang them one by one to whip them." Teacher Wu snorted coldly and warned, then he moved away and revealed He Zhao behind him and said again.

"This is a recruit who has just entered the camp. Tell him the rules of the elite camp. Remember what I said before, otherwise don't blame the whip in our hands for not recognizing people."

Yan Shuo, Teacher Wu turned around and left.

"Let him go." The son of the Count was careless and waved his hands at his subordinates with no interest. The cavalry captain sat on his bed without saying a word.

"Is there anything good to be filial to us?" With the words of this noble child, there were six or seven people smiling. They were dealt with a lot when they entered the camp, and now they can finally become perpetrators.

"I don't like trouble. We don't care about the water between us. Hello, I, everyone, how about it?" He Zhao said without any scruples in the face of the unscrupulous eyes of several people.

"Oh, you dare to follow me..."

After the nobles finished speaking, He Zhao suddenly rose up.

After a brief accumulation of force, the right arm was pushed hard on the other party's chin from top to bottom.

"Bang!"

"Click!!"
Chapter completed!