The extremely bored soldiers hugged the three of them and walked towards the nearest competition platform with smiles on their faces.
As the saying goes, if you don't have two or three, you won't dare to go to Liangshan.
Ren Ning's decisiveness made Chen Mazi suddenly feel guilty.
It was just that at this time, he was already riding a tiger and could not get off, and was dragged by everyone to the nearest competition stage.
There are two soldiers on the stage who are competing.
They were making a fuss of shooting arrows. At a distance of fifty steps, both sides were hitting or missing, and it was hard to tell who was superior.
Ren Ning listened to the surroundings and couldn't help laughing.
The two people on the stage concentrated on every arrow they shot, calibrating and calibrating again, lest they fall behind by even half a point.
At first glance, one might think that the two of them had some life-or-death feud or had something precious as a bet.
In the end, they didn't have a big feud, and the bet turned out to be a tangerine.
Tangerine……
Ren Ning was speechless.
Rock Frontier Fortress is located in the Western Region, with a hot climate and arid land. It is difficult to grow various fruits, and it is not easy to eat smooth and tender oranges.
It was probably "expressed" in the past few days along with the letters home from his concubine Ren Xi.
Thinking of the letter home, Ren Ning turned to look at the numerous onlookers in the audience.
Many competition stages involve real combat. In addition to unleashing the soldiers' fighting spirit, resolving personal grudges, and comparing martial arts skills, it also plays a role in selecting talents.
Once upon a time, some soldiers performed outstandingly on the competition stage and were noticed by some onlookers. They were immediately promoted to his personal guards and rose to the top in one step.
Of course, the personal soldiers of each general not only pay attention to excellent martial arts, but also pay attention to loyalty. Therefore, there are very few soldiers who are favored by the goddess of luck.
But as long as there is a chance, no matter how low or small the pie is, the soldiers will still have hope.
Therefore, the competition arenas throughout the fortress are usually overcrowded after exercise every day.
It didn't take long for the two soldiers competing above to decide the winner.
The victor happily took the orange and cheered to share it with his comrades. The losing side gritted his teeth silently and finally strode towards the training ground.
Soon it was Ren Ning and Chen Mazi's turn.
In peacetime, the fortress usually encourages the soldiers to compete on the competition stage after doing exercises, so the setting procedure is relatively simple.
As long as both parties go to the warden near the competition platform to sign a bet, indicate each other's identities, pay attention to the points, and finally indicate the rewards, punishments or bets after winning or losing.
As for being injured in the ring, if you want to see a military doctor or something, you have to pay for it yourself or get military honors in exchange for it, instead of being treated for free like you are injured on the battlefield.
In addition, if you delay the training or deployment of your own troops due to injury, you will be responsible for the consequences.
Nine out of ten soldiers are illiterate, so information such as identity and arms is usually written by the warden of the competition ring.
Ren Ning walked over.
He silently picked up the brush, licked the ink, and casually wrote down his name and military branch.
"Scout? What a good word."
The jailer's handwriting was called so-so at best, and miserable at worst. When he saw Ren Ning's handwriting, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but clapped his hands and applauded.
Scout?
Chen Mazi, who followed, was about to give his name and military branch, but at this moment he trembled violently.
Although the whole fortress didn't say it directly, most of the soldiers knew one thing.
The number of scouts is the smallest among all types of soldiers, but they suffer the most casualties. Any scout who can return to the fortress alive is one of the rarest soldiers. When fighting alone, they cannot be matched by ordinary soldiers.
"Name, military type, and rewards and punishments?"
The jailer glanced at Chen Mazi expressionlessly, already drawing a cross in his mind for this guy whose expression was changing and hesitating.
Buzz~
Everyone was talking a lot.
"Gee, he's a scout, not a cavalry." A colleague behind him couldn't help but complain for Chen Mazi, "Why didn't he tell me beforehand?"
"That's right, no wonder he dared to challenge us even though he was wearing a cane. It turns out he was trying to lure us into a trap."
…
Ren Ning glanced at the place where the sound came from.
Although scouts ride horses, it is true to say that they are a type of cavalry. In fact, this type of soldier tends to be more versatile, being able to fight both mounted and dismounted.
"You haven't reported your name yet?" Ren Ning scolded, "Don't forget who was so aggressive in front of everyone just now."
When he said this, the audience behind him couldn't help but look at each other, and finally stopped talking.
With no way to hide in full view of the public, Chen Mazi had no choice but to shrink his neck and state his name and military branch.
"Datou?" Ren Ning asked Gu Datou next to him, "Have you thought about the punishment along the way?"
Gu Datou rubbed his shiny head in amusement, "Last time he caused me to receive ten lashes. I don't ask for more. If he loses, just twenty lashes will be enough."
Chen Mazi was furious, "Twenty lashes, Gu Datou, don't go too far."
"Twenty lashes is just what Datou asked for, I haven't mentioned it yet." Ren Ning seemed unaware and glanced at Zhui Feng, who was tied up not far away.
"My horse hasn't been brushed for a long time, so I want you to drink enough water for ten days. Isn't this excessive?"
Chen Mazi breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head.
There was a heavy rainstorm a few days ago. Although the water here in the Rock Frontier Fortress was not as exaggerated as the water flowing into the sea near the Lanmang tribe, it was still a heavy rainstorm.
Almost everyone in the fortress took out everything that could catch the rainwater, so there was enough water for a while. At least it was not like the previous drought, when the wells in the fortress had to be dug more than ten or twenty feet deep. Only then can I get a trace of water.
Just after shaking his head, Zhang Mazi suddenly felt something was wrong.
Both parties haven't even taken the stage yet, so why does he feel like he's going to lose?
This kind of thing that inflates the morale of others and destroys one's prestige is very bad!
Angrily, he finally resisted the urge to slap himself in the face, and then reported that he wanted rewards and punishments.
Not long after, the two finally reached the competition stage.
Boom!
Ren Ning threw away his crutch.
In a flash of cold light, the short knife that he had snatched from the Xiliang man had appeared in his hand.
The Yunchui Empire's steelmaking technology is far more advanced than Xiliang's, and the standard weapons in the fortress are much sharper than his current daggers.
It's just that Ren Ning just came out and hasn't changed into a weapon that suits him yet, so he uses this short sword first.
Chen Mazi did not use the standard weapons issued to him by the fortress. He picked through the weapon racks and finally selected a strange-shaped hinge.
He waved with a sigh and nodded with satisfaction. Looking back, he happened to see the red to black dagger in Ren Ning's hand.
With his head rumbling, Chen Mazi suddenly figured out where the black color on Ren Ning's knife came from, as if by divine help.
His hand suddenly became a little softer.
Since joining the army, Chen Mazi has been on the battlefield twice. In both battles, he encountered scouts from Xiliang who came to spy on intelligence.
However, he was only one of the scouts who participated in the siege and had never fought against the other party. However, he still knew the capabilities of the scouts.
"Are you all ready?"
The wardens of the competition ring usually also serve as referees. Seeing both sides holding their weapons in a tense manner, they couldn't help but be very interested, and they also ran over to watch.
"Slow down." Chen Mazi quickly wiped his sweat, "Let's compete in archery. His leg was injured and he has difficulty moving. I don't want to take advantage of him."
After saying that, Zhang Mazi quickly hung the hinge back on the weapon rack and picked up another bow.