I am not Song Qinzong

No matter how Zhao Ji thinks about it, the formation, training, and command of the 5 troops have already fallen into the East Palace, and Zhao Huan must of course follow his own standards.

The age of 25 to [-] is a bit more relaxed than when recruiting personal guards.

But the height and age really stuck many Xiangjun soldiers.

Even so, more than [-] people have come.

They all live in the big campus outside the city, and they eat and drink every day, which consumes a lot.

On this day, Zhao Huan led the team to the camp.

Selection started early.

2 people gather here, eating and drinking for free every day, which really costs a lot.

Choose a wave first, repatriate those who are unqualified, so as to save money and food, and incorporate those who are qualified into the army, and start training in advance to form combat effectiveness as soon as possible.

"Hit ~ hit ~ hit ~"

Before approaching the camp, there was a burst of shouting.

Zhao Huan frowned and speeded up his horse.

The person on duty at the gate of the camp is a commander of the imperial guards under the Guards Division.

This commander is not there, only one leader leads the team.

Their chief is not Zhou Yafu, so naturally they dare not stop the prince.

Entering the camp, I saw hundreds of people gathered in a circle, shouting and drinking, completely oblivious to the prince's arrival.

Looking down from a high position, there are two people in the circle who are competing in martial arts.

There are two big men, both six feet long and short in stature, one has a face with horizontal purple flesh, eyes open with copper bells, very fierce, the other has three teeth covering his mustache, square face and broad shoulders, vertical eyebrows and round eyes, with a little elegance.

Both of them use big axes, thunder roars when they meet head-to-head, and they move with lightning speed when they fight against each other.

In the blink of an eye, the two met for more than ten times, but they were still inseparable, and there was no winner or loser.

At this time, the prince's eyesight was already incomparable, and after a while, he could see that the two were no less capable than Zhou Ang.

Joyful in his heart, Zhao Huan pointed at his horsewhip and shouted: "Come here, beat the drums and gather troops!"

bang~ bang~ bang~

The personal guard swung the drum, and the thunderous sound of the drum spread throughout the camp.

"Timer, those who don't arrive within half a quarter of an hour will be eliminated!" Zhao Huan came again.

"Here!" Zhou Yunqing took out the hourglass and put it on.

Hearing the sound of the drum, soldiers from all over the camp emerged one after another, rushing to the school field in twos and threes.

Some scrambled and crawled, for fear of being one step behind others, and some walked slowly, walking like a car.

Those soldiers who were watching the competition between the two also separated early, and surrounded the two and rushed to the school grounds.

Those who gather here all have a certain military foundation, so they naturally know the principle of beating drums to gather troops.

The sand flow is not fast, but the time keeps passing.

Not a moment, the time is up.

Zhao Huan put away his whip and shouted: "The Second Battalion immediately seals off the school grounds, latecomers will not be allowed to enter, and all will be sent back!"

"Here!" Chen Zhenpeng took the order and shouted: "Come on, immediately seal off the school grounds, and trespassers will be killed without mercy!"

"Hey~"

Clang~

All the soldiers responded, each drawing a knife in his hand.

Five hundred soldiers, divided into four teams, blocked the four entrances and exits on all sides.

180 Nine Selected Soldiers

"Prince order, those who are not out of date, all will be eliminated."

"Treasurer, die!"

"Stand back, don't go forward!"

The soldiers of the second battalion kept shouting.

At the entrance and exit, more and more soldiers gathered.

They are all long overdue.

"Damn, if you don't let me in, don't come in, I care?" Someone turned around and left.

Good to go or not to send!

How could Donggong care about such a person?

"Master, please help me." Someone pleaded.

"Get out, on the battlefield, will the enemy show mercy because of your begging?" the guard scolded.

"Brothers, there are only a hundred people, let's rush in together!"

Hearing the sound, Niu Gao looked over, immediately opened his bow and arrow, and let go quickly.

huh~

The white feather flew across, and the arrow flew into the crowd.

Ah ~

There was a scream, and the guy who made a lot of noise and forced his way was shot dead on the spot.

The military law is like a mountain, and there is no mercy.