Zhao Ying couldn't bear to see him squeaking and moving his hands and feet, and suggested to the examiner: "Why don't you remove the sandbags on his legs? He is still young and his main focus is long-range shooting. There is no need to worry about this."
"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sarcastic laughter from the crowd, "General Zhao opened the back door too blatantly. If everyone is like you and recruits a bunch of trash into the army, who will fight then?"
The person who spoke was Sun Hu, the general of the rank and file. He came from a family of military generals. He had some skills, but not much. So he only became a general of the rank and file until he was in his forties. This life was about to come to an end.
In contrast, Zhao Ying came from a grassroots background and became a well-known general in Daqi in his early thirties. He made great achievements and became famous. How could he not be jealous?
But Zhao Ying was really good at leading troops in battles and had a high reputation in the team. No matter how jealous he was, he could only watch and occasionally chew his tongue to satisfy his cravings.
This time Zhao Ying brought an eight or nine-year-old boy to join the army, which gave him an opportunity to fight back. Naturally, he had to make some sarcastic remarks to make himself look good.
As soon as Zhao Ying heard this, he knew that he had the pink eye disease again, and his face became a little more contemptuous, "General Sun, usually you talk bad things about me behind my back, so I just pretend that I didn't hear you and don't care about you. What's going on now?"
How can you be so stingy when you target even a child of several years old?"
Sun Hu scratched his neck and looked like he was about to quarrel with him. At this time, the person involved, Meng Qifeng, spoke: "General Zhao, you don't have to speak for me. This grandpa is right. Everything must be done according to the rules. You can't do it because of me."
I lower my standards at a young age so that others will look down upon me and I will gain disgrace."
This grandpa is right...
The word "grandpa" pierced Sun Hu's heart like a steel nail, but he couldn't refute it because according to his age, he could indeed be a grandfather.
He Wei was amused by Meng Qifeng's outspokenness, and echoed in a sinister tone: "As expected of the son of Princess Linghui and the mighty general, look at this pattern, he is more grand than some old grandfathers!"
With that said, he patted Meng Qifeng on the shoulder and said, "Go run, I believe you can do it!"
"Come on, young man, we all believe in you!"
The soldiers spontaneously cheered for Meng Qifeng, and some who looked down on him at first also changed their attitudes. Although he is young, his mind and structure have already won him over, okay?
Sun Hu was flabbergasted, but still muttered unconvinced: "Everyone can say good things, but don't cry when you're paralyzed on the road and can't run."
"Grandpa, don't worry. I'm not as crying as you. Even if I can't run anymore, I will still stand and walk the whole distance. Besides, it's only three kilometers, and I haven't reached the point where I can't run anymore."
Meng Qifeng replied to him in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, and at the examiner's order, he dragged the heavy sandbag and ran towards the destination.
His running speed is not very fast, but he is not slow either. He takes steady steps step by step and looks solid.
"Oh, this kid can do it. If he follows this trend and completes the race, it will definitely not be a problem!" A soldier boasted in surprise.
"You haven't seen him shoot arrows yet. He shoots accurately and steadily!" He Wei praised with a smile, looking proud of himself.
"Let me tell you, the person our General Zhao likes will definitely be good!"
"..."
Sun Hu listened to the compliments ringing around him, and moved out of the crowd consciously and boredly. Halfway through, he turned around and caught a glimpse of the young men and women standing side by side by the track, and stopped again.
Shen Qingqing noticed his probing gaze and glared back, the disgust on her face undisguised.
Sun Hu seemed to be unable to see their disgust and disgust. With his hands behind his back, he stepped forward with a haughty attitude and asked: "Are you the parents of that child? Princess Linghui and Mighty General who were just named by the emperor?"
When he said the words "mighty general", hatred almost popped out of his eyes.
The man in front of him looked younger than Zhao Ying, he seemed to be in his twenties, and he was fair and fair-looking. He didn't look like a military general at all. How could such a person be a general?
Just because he is close to Zhao Ying?
Meng Yuan saw all his anger, his eyelashes trembled, and he asked casually: "Is something wrong?"
Sun Hu moved his wrist, walked up to him with a long stride, and said quickly: "I heard that the mighty general is very skilled in martial arts. I would like to ask you for two moves."
After saying this, he didn't give Meng Yuan any time to react. He raised his fist and greeted him in the face.
Meng Yuan raised his hand to receive his punch with an expressionless face. At the same time, he grasped his forearm with his other hand and pulled it down. There was only a crunching sound, and the elbow joint was suddenly broken.
Sun Hu screamed, but before he could stop his voice, Meng Yuan changed his technique and pulled it up, reconnecting his broken joints.
Up and down, in the blink of an eye, everyone around was stunned.
Meng Yuan suddenly let go of his hand, and with the wind of his palm, he pushed Sun Hu to a position two steps away from him, and said with a cold face: "I will never bully the weak with strength. If General Sun wants to compete, just wait for the dog to finish running."
Compare with him."
"You want me to compete with a kid who doesn't even have all his teeth? Who are you looking down on?" Sun Hu rubbed his elbows and cursed.
Meng Yuan asked, "Why, are you afraid?"
A group of soldiers who were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously were shouting: "General Sun Lang, we can't be cowards. How can we hang out in the Iron Army camp if we are cowards?"
"That's right, for a brat of just a few years old, with Sun Langjiang's ability, defeating him is just a matter of fingers, isn't it?"
"After all, I can still be afraid of him! It's just that I'm a reckless person, and I don't strike lightly. If I beat that kid so much that he breaks his arm or leg, don't turn your back on him and run away.
Report to the emperor!"
Sun Hu's self-confidence is overwhelming. After all, he has been in the martial arts field for decades. If he can't beat the big ones, how can he not beat the small ones?
Meng Yuan sneered and said calmly: "General Sun, don't worry, we can afford to lose even if we win."
A quarter of an hour later, Meng Qifeng came back with a sweaty head. The examiner had just announced the news that he had passed the examination, but before he could be happy, a cold light struck him head-on.
He Wei blocked the sword with his sword and cursed angrily: "Old grandson, you are still shameless. This kid has just finished running and has not recovered his physical strength. How can he compare with you?"
Sun Hu spoke plausibly: "I am trying to make him understand how cruel the real battlefield is. Will the enemy on the battlefield wait until he has rested before attacking?"
At this time, Meng Yuan interjected with a cold face: "If Feng'er fights him, show your special skills. There is no need to be polite to him. General Zhao will be responsible for the damage."
Zhao Ying: "..."
Just, quite suddenly.
But if your child wants to do something big, his uncle must give him his full support.
Zhao Ying nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, I'll beat you casually, even your Uncle Zhao's share. Your Uncle Zhao has long disliked this piece of shit!"