After fifteen rounds of boxing, He Zhao was hungry and panting and ran to the kitchen.
Of course, it was not that he had not thought about continuing to practice more punches. When the sixteenth punch was performed, his mouth and nose suddenly started to bleed, which frightened him to stop immediately. From then on, he did not dare to practice more than the limit.
"If we could bring starvation... Unfortunately, each simulation scene can only bring three talents into it. The simulator should have a way to increase the number of talents that can be carried."
I muttered along the way, and after a while I came to the kitchen.
He carelessly pushed open the door and walked around, then left with ten steamed buns satisfied.
the next day!
[Basic boxing: 25/500 (proficient).]
He Zhao performed fifteen punches every night, and with the help of the Son of the Night, he was able to improve his basic boxing skills to proficiency in just two days. But if he wanted to take it to the next level, he would do it up to 500 times!
In other words, it will take him eight days to improve his boxing skills to the next level.
A normal person can do it three times a day. Regardless of physical damage, he can do it five times a day. With the all-round triple enhancement of Night Child, fifteen times a day is not a problem. If it is any more, the body will really not be able to withstand it.
I practiced boxing five times during the day, but for the sake of my health, I gave up temporarily.
After all, there are still more than one hundred and seventy days left, and He Zhao doesn't want to play hard to send a few coins, causing the rating to plummet.
In the past day, new instructors have appeared one after another, teaching infantry drills, sword skills, archery, shields, and battle formations. The five thousand recruits are in a hurry, and each of them wishes that his parents would give him eight hands.
Since the amount of training and subjects have increased, the gap between geniuses and mediocre people has suddenly widened.
Let all the good seedlings be exposed to the eyes of the coaches.
As for He Zhao, he is very famous. He is a famous training maniac among Xuandu recruits. Some people also call him the Suffering King.
The fifth day of camp!
[Basic boxing: 205/500 (proficient)]
[Basic knife skills: 60/500 (proficient)]
[Basic Archery: 120/500 (Proficient)]
[Basic shield: 75/100 (rough)]
[Basic battle formation: 85/100 (rough pass)]
If it weren't for You Yezi, no matter how hard He Zhao endured, he would never have reached this level.
He trains until midnight every day. Relying on his strong talent, it only takes two hours to replenish his exhausted body and spirit.
Swordsmanship and archery are relatively simple. The former can be practiced continuously, ten times a day, and the proficiency level is 40 points every day. The latter is a bit difficult. Pull the bow with all your strength and hit the center of the handle, which will increase four points of proficiency.
The man surnamed He drew twenty bows on the first day, but the shocking result was that he only hit the bullseye once, and his arm was sore that he could not draw the bow. Later, he put the archery training directly in the evening, and his success rate skyrocketed.
The talent of the Son of the Night makes his eyesight even stronger than during the day. If a bull's-eye a hundred meters away during the day is about the same size as a coin in his eyes. At the same distance at night, the bull's-eye is as big as a palm in his eyes!
As a result, the hit rate skyrocketed.
It's not that He Zhao didn't work hard on basic shields and basic battle formations, nor did he ignore them.
Both require the cooperation of teammates to improve slightly.
The shield must be blocked in time when the enemy attacks, in order to gain a little proficiency. The battle formation requires the cooperation of five or ten people, and no one makes any mistakes during the process. Only after a drill can a little proficiency be gained.
When practicing battle formations, if you are lucky, you can get seven or eight points a day. If you are not lucky, you can get two points a day, and he will burn high incense.
On the sixth day, it was dawn the next day.
He Zhao found the instructor responsible for teaching boxing techniques and gave the opponent a set of Lightning Five...basic boxing techniques on the spot.
"Bah bang bang!!"
The instructor clapped his hands with great satisfaction. He gave He Zhao half a month, but after only six days, he became proficient in boxing. This is a talent.
"I'll clean up later and follow me to the elite camp." The instructor patted him on the shoulder.
"Elite camp?"
He Zhao had a look of doubt on his face. The cavalry captain seemed to have mentioned it.
"The so-called elite battalion is the reserve force of the Xuanjia warriors. As long as they are not dismissed within half a year, they will be directly promoted to the Xuanjia warriors, and their salary will be twice as high as that of the ordinary Xuandu army.
Even if you are dismissed halfway and return to the new army in Xuandu, there is a high probability of being promoted to captain. So you kid must cherish this hard-won opportunity.
In addition, be careful after entering the camp. There are many noble disciples who entered through the back door. They are all arrogant and show off their power all day long. If you tolerate them for half a year, most of the trash will be kicked away after half a year.
That being said, come with me."
After the words fell, the instructor left.
He Zhao followed closely behind, and countless people stared at his back with envy. This was because he was appreciated by the superior officer.
After packing up some sundries, the two of them arrived at the so-called elite camp one after another.
"What's wrong with being a dog to me? I'm a hereditary earl. Who can you show to me with your cold face every day? Brothers, take off his pants for me and hang him on the flagpole. I see this guy.
Why do you have the nerve to stay in an elite camp!"
As soon as the two of them reached the barracks, they heard shouts and curses coming from inside.
"What are you doing?!"
The boxing instructor hurriedly walked in and shouted angrily at the people in the room.
He Zhao followed behind, glanced at him, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Cavalry Captain!
I saw this guy being pinned down by a group of people, and two people's hands were clinging to his waist, obviously preparing to unbutton his trousers.
"Master Wu, why are you here? This is not just a joke because the brothers are bored." The face of the son of the hereditary earl changed, and he interrupted with laughter.
"Be more honest with me. Next time I see you bullying people, I will hang them up one by one and whip them." The martial arts instructor gave a warning with a cold snort, and then he stepped aside, revealing He Zhao behind him and said again.
"This is a new recruit who has just joined the camp. Let's talk to him about the rules of the elite camp. Remember what I said before, otherwise don't blame the whip in our hand for not recognizing anyone."
After saying so, the martial arts instructor turned and left.
"Let him go." The count's son was careless and waved his hands at his lackeys with no interest at all. The cavalry captain said nothing and sat on his bed.
"Newcomers, do you have anything good to show your respect to us?" Along with the words of this noble disciple, there were also the sinister smiles on the faces of six or seven people. They were punished when they entered the camp, and now they can finally become perpetrators.
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"As for me, I don't like trouble. There is no conflict between us. Hello, hello, hello, everyone. How about it?" He Zhao said without any scruples in the face of the unscrupulous looks of several people.
"Hey, you dare to follow me..."
As soon as the noble disciple finished speaking, He Zhao suddenly rose up.
After a short period of time, his right arm accumulated strength and pressed hard against the opponent's chin from top to bottom.