Da Ming started to ascend the throne

Chapter 645
A group of little earls rushed to the target where Zhu Cihong was shooting.

It turned out that the 150-meter bull's-eye was pierced by a miniature bullet, a real ten ring.

It's understandable if you usually play ten rings, but after the 2000-meter weight-carrying test, you are playing ten rings, which subverts the children's cognition a bit.

The 150-meter ten-ring score is not a big deal in future generations. Snipers can hit 1000 meters.

But it was still very powerful in the Ming Dynasty, after all, it had just switched from cold weapons.

Zhu Cihong was lucky. He was originally a frail scholar. After going through all kinds of hardships, the first weapon he came into contact with was the flintlock.

Coupled with his own talent and determination to serve the country, he has developed a good marksmanship, which is almost on par with Liu Wenxiu.

After the baptism of war, his psychological quality is more mature, how can the students of the Royal Military Academy compare with him.

Zhu Cihong entered the Royal Academy first, not to practice marksmanship, but to learn military division and warfare, and also wanted to make some playmates.

This time not only the students were stunned, but even the instructor Yu Yang was taken aback.

In fact, there is no need to test it anymore, it has already exceeded the test standard.

The Royal Military Academy only recruits students, so there is no need for such a high standard.

But before Yu Yang could speak, the students who reacted turned their eyes to the little Earl Zhang Fugui.

These children are all heroes, and they have never suffered a disadvantage. The two defeats made them feel disheartened.

"Fugui, it's up to you now, even if you lose in marksmanship, we believe you won't lose in riding skills, come on..."

Yu Yang wanted to announce that Zhu Cihong was joining the Royal Military Academy, but Zhang Fugui stood at attention and saluted:
"Instructor, can we start the last round?"

"Oh... open... start!"

Yu Yang choked on Zhang Fugui's words, and he never thought that these kids would be so tenacious.

Yu Yang waved his hand, and immediately someone brought two horses and announced the rules:
"In the last round of riding and archery, there are five targets with the highest hit rate, and the one with the best riding skills wins."

Zhang Fugui and Zhu Cihong jumped on their horses and took the rifled guns handed over by the students.

They have to shoot five target positions on horseback, which are 30 meters, 40 meters, 50 meters, 60 meters, and 70 meters.

Urge the horses to gallop in a line, pass by the target position and shoot.

Mounted shooting is more difficult than fixed shooting, and the distance between all targets is much closer, and the distance does not exceed 100 meters.

Not only marksmanship is tested, but also the speed of loading bullets and riding skills are also required.

There are five bullets in total, and there is no chance to refill the gun at all. If the speed of reloading the bullets is slow, the horse will rush past the second target position, which will increase the difficulty of shooting.

Zhang Fugui took the lead, urged the horse to raise the gun and shoot, then reloaded and shot...

A round of five shots ended, all hit, and Zhang Fugui ended the game perfectly.

Someone immediately went to check Zhang Fugui's grades. He had three eighth rings and two seventh rings. His grades were pretty good.

Now it was Zhu Cihong's turn, he urged the horse to raise his gun:
"Da da da……"

"Bang bang bang..."

After the five shots were over, Zhu Cihong urged the horse back, and then jumped off the horse to wait for the result.

Immediately, some students ran over to check the results, three eighth rings, two seven rings.

As a result, the results of the two were exactly the same, with three eighth rings and two seven rings.

In terms of riding, Zhu Cihong performed after Zhang Fugui, and his posture imitated Zhang Fugui. The two were evenly matched and tied.

Usually in riding and archery training, Zhang Fugui has the best grades, and no one can surpass him.

No one could even draw with him, Zhu Cihong actually tied with Zhang Fugui, making the battlefield quiet again.

Many people already recognized Zhu Cihong in their hearts, but because of face, they all showed a cold expression.

There is only one person who is the happiest, and he is Yu Yang, the instructor of this class.

"I announce that Zhou Da will officially become a member of the Army Elite Class of the Royal Military Academy from today. Welcome everyone."

As Yu Yang's voice fell, there were now sparse sounds.

Yu Yang stared, and shouted sharply:

"Stand at attention, didn't you hear what the instructor said? Welcome to Zhou University."

"Shh..."

Seeing the instructor's sudden change in Wanli's expression, all the students immediately stood at attention and applauded against their will.

In the Royal Military Academy, whoever dared to disobey the instructor's order would not want to mess around.

It doesn't matter whether your father is the Duke or the Prince, no one dares to challenge the principal's authority.

These little earls all know that their father is very good, but the headmaster is the Ming emperor.

If he is disobedient, he will be kicked out of the Royal Military Academy. It can be said that his life is basically over.

But who would have thought that the father of the boy in front of them was the principal, Ming Emperor Zhu Youjian.

Seeing everyone applauding, Zhu Cihong took a step forward, saluted the instructor first, then turned around and saluted the soldiers:
"I am from Shaanxi Governor Li Yan on Tuesday. I am very happy to join the Army Elite Class of the Royal Military Academy. I hope that the seniors will give me more advice in the future."

Zhu Cihong spoke very humbly and had a good attitude, which made those children who were dissatisfied in their hearts slightly improve their opinion of him at this time.

Although he won the competition against the most powerful students in the class, Yu Yang did not see the slightest arrogance and conceit from Zhu Cihong.

This made him appreciate the sensible Tuesday, and then announced that the students would return to the classroom for military theory classes.

In this afternoon's class, Yu Yang explained to the students how to fight for aid.

The theory class ended in one afternoon, and the students were all ready to go back to their homes after school.

But they were stopped by Zhu Cihong at the gate, and everyone thought Zhou Da was looking for trouble.

The little earls who usually liked to fight in groups were secretly happy, and they were going to teach Zhou Dao a lesson.

For an ordinary lieutenant, no matter how awesome you are, if you want to make a move on them, you are looking for the wrong person.

Huang Chao, the son of Huang Fei, took a step forward, looked at Zhu Cihong coldly and said:
"Boy, are you looking for trouble? Don't think that you can ride on us if you win two games..."

Zhu Cihong knew at a glance that these brats had misunderstood him, so he waved his hands with a smile:
"Don't get me wrong, I know that all of you are heroes, and I would like to treat you to dinner tonight, hoping to save face."

"what……"

Zhu Cihong's words stunned the little counts present, they felt that this kid didn't follow the rules.

"Eat as soon as you eat, brothers follow Zhou Da to eat..."

"Walk away for fear of a bird... If you don't get drunk today, you won't return..."

Some well-behaved children slipped away, and finally there were seven or eight bad boys left. Of course, their heads were rich, and they were no longer bad boys.

"Quickly tell me, where are you going to take the young man to eat?"

Hearing that someone dared to call himself a young master in front of the prince, Zhu Cihong's two bodyguards came in from the school gate and wanted to clean up the brat.

Zhu Cihong secretly winked at them, and they retreated quickly.

Those who don't know are not to blame, and they don't know Zhu Cihong's true identity, so they don't need to care at all.

"How about we go to the Royal Hotel?"

"The Royal Hotel?"

Zhu Cihong's words made these brats dumbfounded again.

There is no shortage of money in their family, but not once at the Royal Hotel.

Because they were worried that their children would drink and make trouble in the hotel, the nobles of the Ming Dynasty almost forbade their children to eat at the Royal Hotel.

(End of this chapter)