In the training ground, tens of thousands of soldiers have already lined up.
The previous lieutenants were already standing on the general stage waiting.
When Mu Qingge followed Mu Xiong onto the general stage, she felt the scorching gazes constantly falling on her.
Most of these people followed Mu Xiong to the Sunset Wasteland to look for her. Naturally, I also witnessed with my own eyes the scene of her receiving the punishment of being whipped.
Needless to say, that scene was shocking.
Let these tough men forgive Mu Qingge's recklessness and accept her as his little master.
Of course, there was also some curiosity and suspicion among them, and it seemed difficult to compare the young man in red with the beautiful young man in front of him and the man who was as firm as iron, as straight as a sword, who was as firm as iron, as straight as a sword, who kept his word, and who was punished by two hundred lashes. combine together.
Ignoring all the looks, Mu Qingge took a step forward, put his hands behind his back, and said loudly: "Today, I am selecting my personal guards. You must have heard about who I am. Here, let me ask, if Those who are not willing to be my personal guards, please take five steps back."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar in the training ground.
When choosing personal guards, isn't it just a matter of picking people you like? Why is this happening
Not to mention them, even several lieutenants looked at Mu Xiong without knowing what was going on. The latter, however, had something to say first, so he could only smile bitterly and shake his head, asking them to calm down.
Unsure of what Mu Qingge was thinking, after a moment of silence, there were still two to three thousand people who hesitated and took five steps back.
Maybe they didn't want to become Mu Qingge's bodyguards, or maybe they felt that becoming personal guards was not as good as killing the enemy on the battlefield. However, most people still stood still in doubt.
Mu Qingge didn't even look at the two or three thousand people who had withdrawn. Her eyes only fell on those who were left behind, and she said again: "Those who are left behind, those over twenty, please take five steps back."
Everyone was in an uproar again.
Why is there an age limit? Even if there is, shouldn’t the older the better? The older you are, the stronger your cultivation level is.
What are you doing picking up some little Maotou who are still in the Red Realm? Play with his young master
Vice General Xiong shook his head in disappointment, strode up to Mu Xiong and said in a deep voice: "Old General, we can't let the young Lord do anything nonsense anymore."
Mu Xiong frowned slightly, "Is my grandson really messing around?" '.
After pondering for a moment, Mu Xiong still said to Vice General Xiong: "Read it first and then talk."
Vice General Xiong will not violate Mu Xiong's decision. He could only sigh and retreat among his colleagues.
No one came out to stop them, and the remaining seven or eight thousand people retreated again, with more than five thousand people retreating. The rest are all teenagers between the ages of sixteen, seventeen and twenty. Most of them cultivated in the Red Realm.
After two rounds of screening, only less than 3,000 people remained from 10,000 people.
Mu Qingge's personal guards numbered five hundred. In other words, the selection ratio of the remaining people is five to one, or six to one.
His clear, ice-like eyes fell on each of the remaining people one by one. After taking everyone in his eyes, Mu Qingge added: "Now, the remaining people will carry ten weights and run hundreds of laps around the training ground."
After saying that, when the soldiers were stunned, she looked at Mo Yang and said, "You go too."
Mo Yang didn't hesitate, nodded silently, jumped off the general platform, and was the first to bear the weight. His behavior made Mu Qingge's eyes flash with approval.
With Mo Yang taking the lead, the remaining two to three thousand people also started taking action.
Soon, thousands of people started running circles on the huge training ground.
One hundred laps, that’s nearly a hundred miles.
A load of ten denier is equivalent to thirty kilograms.
Without strong physical strength and willpower, it would be difficult to run down.
In the end, before sunset, only less than 700 people completed the hundred laps, and all of them collapsed on the ground from exhaustion. Mo Yang was among them, but his pale face and tight lips never let out a moan.
After taking a look at the 670 people, Mu Qingge turned to Mu Xiong and said, "Grandpa, Qingge's first screening has been completed. These 670 people are the candidates for my personal guard. As for who will be eliminated later. One hundred and seventy people, Qingge will give the answer in ten days."
With just one glance, he knew exactly how many people there were. It seems that this young prince is not as useless as rumored. But, what exactly does she want to do
Several lieutenants secretly exchanged glances and speculated in their minds.
(End of chapter)