The assessment for the newcomers is very simple. First, there will be a group of queues, and then a group of battles.
With the sound of drums and flags, groups of people squatted and marched forward and backward three or four times, and each time the people would line up again.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m too nervous or because I’ve switched to an unfamiliar team member, but someone still makes mistakes in a very simple move. I take a step slowly, bump into my teammates, and can’t tell the right and left. If one person makes a mistake, someone in the queue will be affected and make the same mistake. On the sidelines
Laughter broke out from time to time.
Old Han had the loudest laugh.
"Just because you are practicing well by yourself does not mean that you will still be good after entering the queue." Wu Ya'er said to the side without smiling.
Old Han laughed: "So he is a newcomer."
Wu Ya'er looked at it intently and nodded: "Yes, because he is a newcomer."
The meaning was different from that of Lao Han. Lao Han didn't delve into it because his name was called and his companions began to enter one by one. They all made no mistakes and successfully completed the queue assessment. They were relieved and laughed at each other.
I really take this as a big deal.
"This is the difference between Old Ding and New Ding." Old Han smiled proudly and pretended to be embarrassed, "Aren't we a bit bullying?"
A man kicked him in the back and whispered: "Look how proud you are, you have never been so proud in your life."
"It's not easy for me, an old man, to pretend to be a new man." Lao Han had many reasons, "I have to hide my excellence and be a suitable excellence. Of course, I am worthy of pride."
The man sighed.
"I'm nothing, Dahei is great." Lao Han raised his chin, "Look at him, he looks like a talented and hard-working newcomer."
Wu Ya'er stood in another queue, tall and straight, with a serious look on his face, but he also showed an unconcealable nervousness.
"I didn't expect that when I wanted to see my mother and daughter-in-law, the first thing I would fight for was not my life, but my job." The man murmured.
In fact, it was not that easy to be a Ding. They passed the queue smoothly, but in the next battle, which they thought would be easier, all four of them were knocked down.
"Why!" Lao Han jumped to his feet after learning the result. His anger was genuine, not just a pretense, "I am clearly fighting against ten people with one man!"
Xiao Ding, who was in charge of judging, looked serious: "You did not obey the orders during the battle and did not return to the team in time."
During the battle, there were also drums and flags to direct the advance and retreat, but in the battle, Lao Han stared: "But I won. One person defeated ten of the other party."
"This is wrong and unqualified." Xiao Ding said with a straight face.
He turned out to be unqualified in battle. He has been killing enemies for so many years, and the only ones who can say he is unqualified are the Huns. However, there are still no Huns who can survive under him...
"Do you know what fighting is? Fighting means killing the enemy. On the battlefield, adapting to changes. Being able to defeat the opponent is everything..." Old Han jumped to grab this little Ding.
The companions around him stopped him in time. They scolded Lao Han to regain his senses, but he was still huffing and puffing. Xiao Ding didn't care. He probably had seen this kind of thing before, so he collected the book and walked away.
"They don't understand anything about civilian camp or military training." Old Han put his hands on his hips and gasped, "We are not qualified for the battle, are there any qualified people in the world?"
My companions looked at me and I looked at you, and they also found this incident angry and funny. A group of them who had been fighting for many years were actually judged to be unqualified.
After all, these guys are a group of newcomers to the people, and they don't understand at all.
"The crow has passed." A man suddenly said, raising his chin.
Another team in the field has finished the battle, and Xiao Ding, who is in charge of judging, is loudly calling out the qualified names, and Wu Ya'er is among them.
Looking at Wu Ya'er walking over, Lao Han touched his chin: "I don't even know whether to say you are awesome or not."
Wu Ya'er turned around and saw that the selection was over. Some of the people in the field were celebrating happily while others were grieving and beating the ground: "They are very powerful."
"Why are they so good? A bunch of newcomers don't know anything. What can they do if they elect a bunch of losers to be the outstanding ones?" Old Han was angrily looking at Wu Ya'er and added, "The losers don't include you."
Wu Ya'er said: "It's because it's the newcomers who are doing this that are powerful. These people are not soldiers, and they are not here to be soldiers. To train them into an army in a short time, we need to condense so many of them into one
people."
Everyone can understand the principle of gathering a few to form a large number and gathering sand to form a tower.
"They are very weak. Each one of them is vulnerable if taken alone. The enemy-killing skills cannot be trained in a few months." A man touched his chin and said, "Then if we want them to have combat effectiveness, we must kill these people, hundreds of them."
, Thousands of people become one, and if they advance and retreat in a coordinated manner, they cannot be underestimated if they are released."
Of course Lao Han also understood this truth, but he was still unconvinced: "Then you shouldn't suppress a strong person like me. Those with strong fighting ability are always on the right path."
"Of course it is in the long run, but now these powerful people can easily disturb their whole body." Wu Ya'er said, "We can only give it up first, or polish it until it can be integrated into one body before using it again."
Although this shows that he is powerful, Old Han is determined not to let this matter spread, otherwise he will be treated as a joke by those bastards for the rest of his life.
"Why are you so anxious? It seems they are about to go to the battlefield." He snorted, "Not even a bandit hair can be seen."
Wu Ya'er didn't say anything. Yes, it was so urgent. The person who arranged all this was also urgent, not chaotic, and acted steadily. It was very powerful.
I don’t know if Mrs. Wu can do it, but Que’er certainly can’t do it.
"What's going on with Mrs. Wu? You can stand in front of her tomorrow." Old Han whispered, "You'll know when the time comes."
Even if he covers his face, even if he doesn't recognize Que'er, he can judge whether it's a person or an air by looking at his words, deeds, and the reactions of the people around him, and he can deduce his mother's situation, life and death.
Wu Yaer looked at the military camp, see you tomorrow.
On the second day, Wu Ya'er followed the others to the military camp with the expectations of Lao Han and others. Before he could appear, he heard the noise outside.
"Mrs. Wu is here." Someone nearby said happily.
Wu Ya'er took a look at him and saw that this was Minzhuang, who was selected as the outstanding candidate yesterday. He was about the same age as him, tall, strong and handsome.
"No noise." Minzhuang, a man in military uniform who was in charge of order, shouted.
The conversation ended here. The handsome young man winked at Wu Ya'er, and then looked forward with expectant eyes. It didn't take long for them to be taken out. Just like in the Minzhuang camp, they were first lined up and then divided into teams.
Battle.
Wu Ya'er saw a bunch of people standing on the stage, among them was a petite woman, who was a little far away. Her cloak and black umbrella covered her so that she could barely be seen. He stopped watching the martial arts performance that he was engrossed in. He had to do a good job without being too right.
It was not easy for him either.
The martial arts performance was over, and the result was announced at the same time. Their team had achieved what they wished for. Wu Ya'er cheered with his companions, and even patted each other on the shoulders with the young man who had just spoken.
But Wu Ya'er, who walked across the martial arts arena and onto the high platform amidst cheers, was stunned when his eyes finally fell directly on the stage.
Someone called out for him: "Where is Mrs. Wu?"
The only people standing in the stands were a group of men in military uniforms. Those who were wearing official uniforms and Mrs. Wu were gone.
"The soldiers and horses from Huainan Road have arrived, and the Chief Registrar and Mrs. Wu have gone to greet Lieutenant Zhu." The general in charge explained, "You were selected by Mrs. Wu, and the food and wine have been prepared. They are the same.
"
Someone shouted out for him again: "How can this be the same!"
Wu Ya'er looked at this handsome young man and heard him speak his heart again.
"I came here because of Mrs. Wu."
The general in charge looked at each other and the people around him. This was the first time he had encountered such an argument, and some of them didn't know how to answer.
"You will stay in the military camp from now on, and you will have the opportunity to meet Mrs. Wu." He could only reassure her like this.
The young man looked unhappy: "How can that be the same?" and asked, "When the time comes, you want me to perform martial arts for Mrs. Wu."
The general in charge responded and handed out the identification badges and uniforms without further delay. Everyone held up the uniform number plates and once again accepted the cheers and congratulations before being led away.
"Dahei." The general in charge shouted.
Wu Yaer clenched her hands under the cover of her military uniform. Was it still exposed? There were a lot of people in this military camp, but as long as they were not given the opportunity to form a siege, escaping would not be a problem.
"Sir." He turned around, his expression filled with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
The general in charge did not draw his sword or take a step forward. A smile of appreciation appeared on his face: "You don't have to stay in the military camp. Your performance just now was very good. We have decided to promote you to the rank of Jia Commander and go to the civilian camp."
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"I was promoted to armor commander as soon as I put on the military uniform." Zhou Shi looked at Wu Ya'er who was leaving and returning, with a green smile on his serious face, "Dahei, you are really awesome."
Wu Ya'er looked at his companions who were standing by with their mouths agape, thinking that being too good is also troublesome.