Chapter 295: One man to one army

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read2();　　 Since Emperor Fuyao announced to the world, the military selected the military, and the time for the whole army to prepare was only a short ten days.
The Thirty-Six prefectures of Daxia are vast and boundless. If they were driven by horses and carts in the past, it would take years for some remote places to come to Shenjing City. For example, the Daowu Grand Competition held by Zhao Yu and Guan, many young people are Hurry to Shenjing City half a year in advance.
However, the appearance of the scrolls from the system makes it impossible to justify all of this. Returning from killing a lion in the endless mountain a few days ago, the soul energy absorbed in the ancient ruins system was unprecedentedly abundant, so Zhao Yu exchanged a large amount The return scrolls were secretly transported by Sitianjian to the prefectures of Daxia for storage in case of emergency. At this time, they came in handy. Therefore, these days, waves of elite sergeants from all armies were sent to Shenjing City. Then he was arranged to rest in the Taihang Palace.
This period of time was extremely fulfilling for the people of Shenjing City and even for the entire Daxia Dynasty. The new emperor who had just ascended the throne issued unexpected edicts one after another, each of which could arouse the entire dynasty. Intense discussions and strong expectations.
　　 As Zhao Yu said with scholar Yuanbai before, he will use this raging flame to completely ignite the hope and vitality of the entire Daxia.
　　 Since the three thousand scholars gave birth to Shenjing a few days ago, in the past few days, from the top officials and the nobles to the traffickers and pawns, the center of discussion has been the selection of the military.
　　 Which army can get the supreme honor of giving a name?
　　 Everyone is already waiting.
The basic framework of the Daxia army is divided according to the four levels of upper, middle, lower, and reserve. Each upper army is the sharp edge of the country. The number of elites is extremely small, so I did not participate in this competition. In fact, the boundary between the Chinese army and the lower army is not very different. It is just that the military headquarters compares the combat power, personnel, battle damage ratio and other factors every year, and then divides it based on this.
Since it is artificially delineated, it is naturally accompanied by dissatisfaction. Therefore, in addition to the extremely jealous and generous rewards, the military selection is also an excellent opportunity for the military to show themselves and regain their glory. The commander only pays such attention.
For Zhao Yu, his purpose for selecting military in the army is very simple, that is, similar to the military parade in the previous life, to show the strength of the army to the entire Daxia people, making it extremely mysterious to ordinary people. The border fighters became clear.
　　 also wanted to send a message that the soldiers of the dynasty are the strongest sky and the sharpest weapons.
　　 Huang Huang Da Xia, the soldiers pointed out, all obstacles will be cut.
Just after the hour, the early dynasty ended, the hundred officials scrolling class, the square below the Baidi Palace Huangji Hall, after the people exchanged greetings with each other, they got into the carriage, and one after another drove out in an orderly manner, turning into two The long dragon is as it was when it came.
　　 Perhaps only by sitting in a lonely carriage, can he show his emotions on his face without any scruples, because there is no need to pretend to be restrained.
The expressions of the hundred officials in the two long dragon carriages are different. There is still half the time before the election of martial arts. The new emperor released the plan for the election of martial arts this morning, but it is not as much as most other people think. Suddenly fighting against each other, and then deciding the final victory or defeat, is a very worthy of consideration for the selection of military rules.
　　 is simply one sentence: one person against one army.
Shenjing West, the Royal Hunting Ground, all the sergeants participating in the military selection in the army enter in units of marks. They can form alliances for friends, fight for the enemy and eliminate each other, but in the end, they only need to do a little bit to win the championship. That is in the sweep of the Radiant Army. Down, live to the end.
Although the specific number of the Radiant Army that Daxia just established is unknown, it will definitely not exceed ten. His opponent is the most elite team under all Daxia troops, and its total number will be extremely close to the top Million people.
　　 Ten pairs tens of thousands, and the final judgment result even survived the cleaning of the Tianhui Army.
　　Where is the confidence of the new emperor to formulate such crazy rules for military selection?
Although the civil and military officials, especially the officials of the Ministry of War, have doubts from the bottom of their hearts, the invincible prestige established by Zhao Yu since he became the throne has made no one dare to refute, because if it is miracles and madness, the Emperor Fuyao sitting at the top of the throne is Its pronoun.
After a very simple carriage followed the two long dragons out of the Meridian Gate of the Baidi Palace, it did not follow the current to the two lanes of Zizhu and Liuye in the middle of the Shenjing City, but broke away in the middle, fast and smooth. Di Drive thinks of a small courtyard in an ordinary residential area.
　　 "My lord, your house is here."
One hand opened the curtain from the inside of the carriage, and then a slightly rickety figure stepped out of the carriage. The official clothes on her body were blown by the cold wind and fluttered around. At the same time, the half-black and half-white hair on the head was dancing. , Slowly walked into the courtyard with his hands.
　　 The door closed, and a thick female voice was also shut.
　　 "Sang Gong, why did you come back home after leaving the morning dynasty today, instead of going directly to Gyeonggi Prefecture?"
　　 "I wear less clothes today, but I feel very cold. I will add another one when I come back and leave after I wear it."
After finishing speaking, Gyeonggi Prefecture's Shao Yinshan Wenba opened the door of the inner house and stepped in. After a while, a woman in her early forties in a coarse cloth also walked into the house with a thick single coat. As the husband in front took off the official clothes outside, she had thick calluses in her palms, and her skin was not smooth and tender. At first glance, she was used to living a hard life.
　　 After taking off the official uniform outside, the woman held it in her hand with a hesitant expression on her face, and then she seemed to have made up her mind and asked:
"Master, I have been hearing these days that your Majesty is going to hold military elections in the army. Even the army at the Yulong Pass of the endless mountain must send people to participate. Our son also serves in the endless mountain. He has not returned home for many years. I can’t ask for a relationship to see if there is a mountain among the candidates this time, so that I can think about it."
　　 Gyeonggi Prefecture Shao Yinshan Wenbai buttoned the buttons on his robe, turned around, looked at the woman in front of him, his expression suddenly became serious, and said:
　　 "I am a civil official. How can I intervene in the affairs of military commanders? This is a big taboo. I have to mention it again. As for whether Shanzi has come back to participate in the election, you will be able to see him at the Xijiao hunting ground."
After 　　 finished speaking, she waved her sleeves and walked out, and the woman, with red eyes, watched her husband pass by in front of her face blankly, unable to be herself, and shouted:
"Shan Wenbai, don’t forget, Shanzi is also your own son. You sent him to join the army in the past three years. He is also a piece of meat that fell from my body. You can be so cold-blooded. But I can’t do it. Over the years you have ignored our mother and son, and I have no complaints. Now I want to see my son. Can’t it?"
　　 The middle-aged woman fell to the ground, tears streaming down, and Shan Wenbai walked to the door with a somewhat rickety figure, and after a short pause, she opened the door without saying a word, leaving only the sad cry behind her.
The simple carriage continued to move forward. The destination was Gyeonggi Prefecture. Inside the carriage, Shan Wenbo with half black and half white hair was sitting cross-legged. The void before his face was rippled like a lake, and there was only one person at the same time. The murmur that I heard sounded.
　　 "Don't come back, don't come back, never come back."