From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 8 Vanguard Battalion Selection; Four Hundred Kilograms!
At noon, the sky was clear and blue, with white clouds and willow catkins, a rare good weather.

Wu Fengdeng came to the military camp's training ground with the token given by Lao Hu. There were already fifty or sixty people standing in front of him.

They were dressed differently. Those wearing clean and thick cotton jackets talked and laughed cheerfully; those wearing armor and looking fierce were serious and stern.

The remaining very few were just like Wu Fengdeng, wearing the most torn and oldest cotton-padded jackets, trembling with fear, with nervous eyes, and it was obvious that they were just pulled in to make up the numbers.

"Half of them are new recruits who have just joined the army. They seem to come from well-off families. As for those with a bloody smell on them, they are probably ordinary veterans."

Wu Fengdeng had already guessed their identities based on their appearance.

Then the centurion Wang Hu appeared, followed by several burly soldiers holding several piles of stone plates and iron rods.

Wang Hu still looked intimidating without even getting angry, and walked up the stone steps to the platform.

He then stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes sharp, and gave a dry cough, which brought silence to the entire audience.

"The selection of the vanguard battalion will begin immediately."

"There are ten places for this selection. New soldiers can get three and veterans can get seven. The assessment standard is the weight of the stone plate that can be lifted."

"New recruits must hold a minimum of 200 jin, veterans must hold a minimum of 600 jin, and the snatch must take five breaths. Let's begin."

Wang Hu spoke briefly and to the point, and several soldiers under his command told the new and old soldiers to line up and do the snatch in turn.

Wu Fengdeng arrived later, so he was at the back.

Suddenly my shoulders felt heavy.

He turned around subconsciously and saw Qiao Li standing beside him, narrowing his eyes and looking at him with a smile.

"After asking around for a while, I finally found out that your name is Wu Fengdeng. You're quite courageous!"

Wu Fengdeng became alert and clenched his fists.

"You are quite capable of bending and stretching. However, when you seek revenge next time, remember to change your clothes. I can still remember the smell of charcoal on you even when I'm drunk."

Qiao Li squeezed in front of him, turned around and sneered, "Sorry, I forgot that poor people like you don't have any clothes to change, hahaha!"

"So you want to fight?"

Wu Fengdeng did not hide it either. His dark pupils stared at him, his muscles slowly tensed.

Qiao Li snorted coldly and said frankly: "If I wanted to deal with you, why would I wait until today? When I enter the vanguard camp, I will have plenty of time to entertain you."

When Wu Fengdeng heard this, he just sneered in his heart.

He said it seriously, but in fact he still felt that his strength and status were not enough to crush him, and he would not feel good if they fought.

But it would be different if you had the identity of the vanguard battalion. As an elite, it would be easy to control a new recruit from a blacksmith shop, and you wouldn't even have to do it yourself.

To put it bluntly, I still don't have the courage.

Ignoring him for the moment, Wu Fengdeng looked forward.

At this moment, the first recruit has already started the snatch.

He was also wearing the same tattered cotton jacket as Wu Fengdeng. He was thin and had a gaunt face. He was one of the people who joined the army at the same time as Wu Fengdeng and was later assigned to the mess hall.

He stood in front of the millstone and hesitated for a moment before he sighed and added two ten-pound millstones.

Two hundred and twenty kilograms.

Grasp.

work hard.

failure.

Try harder.

Fang raised it above his head tremblingly, his body swaying constantly, his face flushed, and veins bulging.

After just three breaths, he could no longer hold on and fell down. Fortunately, the soldier next to him was quick-witted and grabbed the stone plate in time, otherwise his hand would have been crippled by the double attack.

Whoosh!

He simply collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, which caused laughter from the recruits from wealthy families.

"Shameful."

"It's so difficult to carry only 220 kilograms!"

"Poor people are poor people, and joining in the fun is a disgrace!"

Not only did he blush after hearing the ridicule, but other recruits who were wearing the same clothes also showed pain on their faces and lowered their heads dejectedly.

After all, they have no money and no power. They are thankful to be able to get some food in the army. They have no capital at all to compete with these young masters who have no worries about food and drink.

Some people were born in Rome, while others were just cattle and horses. This class stratification is too serious.

After him, the new recruits did the snatch one by one, and the poor people all had basically the same results. Two hundred and twenty kilograms was the limit, and few people could persist.

As for those young masters who were well prepared, they were strong and muscular, and even if they had not advanced to the Skin Refining Realm, they were much stronger.

Three hundred kilograms, three hundred and twenty kilograms, and even three hundred and fifty kilograms.

These are what deserve Wang Hu's attention.

After two quarters of an hour, the progress was more than halfway through and the scene became lively.

The old soldiers were laughing at the new soldiers, and the new soldiers were in turn mocking the poorest people.

The poor suffer.

"It is important for people to know themselves. If they have no ability, they should just live in peace. It is a joke for a mayfly to compete with a giant tree for height."

It was Qiao Li's turn. He pinched his shoulders, hummed softly, and glanced at Wu Fengdeng intentionally.

"Five hundred pounds!"

A loud shout echoed throughout the training ground.

"Five hundred pounds?"

"Qiao Li wants to lift 500 kilograms!"

"Tsk tsk, I'm afraid it's just a stretch."

All the new recruits cast their eyes in unison, and even some veterans leaned over to look.

At the moment, if he succeeds in lifting it, he will definitely have a spot in the vanguard battalion.

Qiao Li walked forward confidently, grabbed with his big hands, bent his body, and slowly extended his feet outward.

A strong wind suddenly blew around him, making his cotton coat rustle.

"rise!"

With a roar through clenched teeth, he lifted the 500-pound millstone.

Five breaths.

It fell down with a thud!

"success!"

"Five hundred kilograms, he really lifted it like that!"

"That strong wind just now was undoubtedly the Art of Defeat. Could it be that Qiao Li has been promoted to a warrior?"

The recruits were in an uproar and looked at each other. Wang Hu on the stage also cast a look at them with a hint of approval.

"He has plenty of energy. Although he has not yet reached the 800-jin level of a warrior, his progress is encouraging. He is a promising young man."

It has been over a month since the new recruits joined the army. Among the 1,200 new recruits in the army, only a few geniuses have been promoted to warriors so far.

It is rare for someone like Qiao Li to be able to snatch 500 kilograms after just a month of learning. He is already a leader.

Amidst so many looks of surprise, envy, or admiration, Qiao Li straightened his back and looked proud.

end.

Before Wu Fengdeng left, he looked back at the new recruits behind him.

Most of them are well-dressed young men, and there are no poor people left.

"Qiao Li just lifted 500 kilograms directly. It can be seen that these rich kids have a solid foundation. Who knows, there may be hidden masters behind them."

"So the originally planned goal of 600 kilograms is a bit risky. There are only three spots available, so we must keep a backup plan and act with caution."

While he was thinking, the young recruits nearby occasionally laughed at him.

Looking at his ragged cotton jacket, which was covered with lots of carbon ash and was in tatters, he was undoubtedly a poor refugee.

And with the example of Qiao Li, Wu Fengdeng seems even more vulnerable.

He immediately lost interest and waved his hand to ignore it.

Just a pariah who makes up the numbers.

"Eight hundred kilograms."

(End of this chapter)