Since the rise of Funiu Mountain, Wang Hou's troops have always emphasized training, which is a watershed between the modern army and the feudal army. Extreme training and iron discipline are used to replace the appeal established by relying on the character and courage of the generals in the feudal era. Therefore, even such a small military bunker with only one hundred people still proves to be a flat playground for military training.

It is rare to see the fun of the boring military career. The general came in person, and the soldiers also had a short vacation. One hundred people surrounded the fenced and watched the fun. Many people surrounded him, and Wang Hou led Zhao Yun out first, and Wang Shuang followed closely behind.

He was imprisoned in the dark bunker for many days. Faced with the dazzling sunshine, Wang Shuang squinted his eyes and endured for more than ten seconds before he adapted again, but he saw that Wang Hou was really ready. He placed the eighteen weapons, swords, spears, swords, halberds, and hooks that were not available in this era. He placed them on the edge of the school field for two beats. The light, medium and heavy sets of armor were arranged in parallel like six generals. There were two high-quality Western horses squirting and scratching the ground with their hooves restlessly.

Wang Hou even considered physical strength. A roasted lamb leg that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside was steaming and had just been taken off the fire, with a jar of fine wine on the side.

It's absolutely fair!

Still with that kind of smile that deserves to be beaten, Wang Hou reached out to the lamb leg and asked.

"Can General Wang take a break, eat some food, and then despise him?"

"It's not useful! Since General Wang wants someone to fight, then fight!"

Although Wang Shuang particularly despises Wang Hou's character, he has to admit that although he has been detained these days, he has not been abused. His food is the same as the ones that the soldiers eat, including steamed buns and meat. At first, he even thought it was a slaughtered meal, but it was like this every day.

He just reached out and put his hand over the wine jar on the table, raised his head and gulped a few times, then reached out and picked up his hand from the weapon stand and brought a large gun about two meters away. He walked around his hand a few times, and then he did not put on his armor or ride a horse, and directly hooked his fingers at Zhao Yun.

"Some family is full of anger now, and it's your fault to meet someone!"

Forehead……

It was Wang Hou who dared to be so pretentious with Zhao Yun. It was the first time that Wang Hou met Lao Zhao's face was a little gloomy. While retreating, he began to silently mourn his own family five hundred years ago.

I hope I won’t be cut too hard, if I get broken and hurt my bones for 100 days!

Wen Wu is the first and martial arts are second. Seeing that Wang Shuang is so arrogant, Zhao Yun was obviously angry. He didn't say a word, holding a gun on his back with one hand. He bent his wolf's waist slightly and put on a fighting posture.

In Wang Hou's opinion, Wang Shuang should not use a gun. He used a long-handled, large blade like the Yanyue Sword or a monkey's golden cudgel, which should be better. Because just now, the guy immediately followed a violent gorilla, with a big gun in his hands, and headed straight for Zhao Yun like a pressing top.

However, in this guy's incredible and angry gaze, Zhao Yun actually took a step back and raised his gun with one hand to catch him this season's top. However, the next second, a horror appeared in Wang Shuang's eyes again.

The gun blade received the head of the gun he slashed. Zhao Yun did not push it hard at all. His wrist was shaking. The gun head led his gun body to the right incredibly. At the same time, his body was as smart as a swallow. When Wang Shuang screamed, he was hit by the military boots on his butt, and staggered forward for more than ten steps before he stopped. He almost threw his butt backwards and fell to the geese-like snatching dogs.

"good!"

"General Zhao is mighty!" Let's have a book of fate

Wang Shuang was a full away game. The more than 150 soldiers cheered on the spot, but touched their butts with their hands. Amid the noise of cheering, Wang Shuang calmed down, held the gun in both hands, raised his waist toward Zhao Yun, and stared at Zhao Yun's hand and the gun at the front.

The next competition was not as interesting as Wang Hou imagined. The two generals used the big gun wheels like the windmill in the TV series, and the wonderful collision kept colliding, and that scene was not there!

Whether it was Zhao Yun or Wang Shuang, both of them held guns in their hands, staring at each other like a mantis staring at each other, turning around, occasionally stabbing the gun out like a boxer, just to test it. After the other party made dodging moves, they quickly withdrew the gun back to defense.

As time passes by minute by minute, generally speaking, Wang Shuang attacks a lot, and Zhao Yun seems to be in a defensive position. However, after dozens of rounds, Zhao Yun still looks calm and calm. In contrast, Wang Shuang is already sweating profusely and sweating profusely.

Finally, Wang Shuang shouted again, and the guns in his hand seemed to have the charm of an electric motor. He watched three guns go straight to Zhao Yun's face, one shot faster than the other, and then another shot swept across, and the wheel was straight towards Zhao Yun's wolf waist.

But this season's fierce attack also defined his defeat plan. The three guns were shaking with extremely small movements, which tilted the head of his fierce attack. The last blow, Wang Shuang's powerful gun blade had not fallen on Zhao Yun, but Zhao Yun's gun blade had already pointed at his throat.

Looking at the tip of the gun with a cold light flashing in his throat, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and even lowered on the sharp gun blade. In the end, Wang Shuang threw the gun helplessly and staggered back two steps.

"I lost!"

"Since your anger has also been released, how about I have seized one of your ranks as the lieutenant, and then the ranks as the lieutenant?"

When it comes to the long and tough guys, Old Zhao is better. Wang Hou is proudly attracted with the shocking cheers.

Wang Shuang knew the intention of recruiting him, otherwise he would not have been working hard to arrange this one for a long time. However, facing Wang Hou's smiling face, he still had a cold face and growled gloomy.

"General Wang is grateful for his love, but if the general wants to serve Wang, he still needs to respond to Wang's condition!"

"Check me a shot!"

"Rareless! If you want to fight! So what if Zhao plays with you for another 300 rounds! Who is the lord? How can you fight with him?"

Wang Shuang didn't say anything, and his eyes were still staring at Wang Hou with gloomy eyes. He looked at him with a sad vest. He said that he should not show off when he was a person! He was struck by lightning. He was so aggressive that he just started playing tricks. This guy is so petty and still remembers his hatred!

However, he had been worshipping all eighteen times. He really needed a powerful general to take the caravan to the Western Regions to open a map. His old face twitched a few times. Wang Hou's eyes were even ruthless, and he waved his hand back to Zhao Yun, and the solemn question and answer outside the river.

"Your Excellency keeps your word? No matter what method I use, if you take a shot, you will serve me?"

"A real man's words are spoken, and it's hard to pursue!"

With a rough and strong face full of courage, Wang Shuang punched his chest with a fierce punch!
Chapter completed!