Huang Dahu and Huang Erhu are Huang Degong's two sons, one is fifteen years old and the other is sixteen years old, and they are about the same age as Zhu Cilang.

These two brothers are worthy of being the descendants of the generals. They are not only powerful but also love military affairs, but also have everything they can do.

After entering the Royal Military Academy, they gradually gave up their previous cold weapons and became very interested in firearms. Now they have almost every shot.

Zhang Fugui is the son of British Duke Zhang Shize. He is obviously older than others. He is already twenty years old this year and is now a hundred households in Shenjiying.

Zhang Fugui was supposed to be the heir to the British Duke of the Ming Dynasty, but now the Ming Dynasty has abolished hereditary and he has become an earl.

If you want to reach the height of your ancestors again, Zhang Fugui must learn the knowledge of a military advisor to go to the battlefield and use military merits to exchange for the glory of his ancestors.

Although Zhang Shize is mediocre now and has completely lost the style of a British Duke, his son is completely different from him. He likes to dance with guns and sticks and has participated in several wars.

After the Royal Military School started, they all entered the Royal Military School to study after obtaining their father's consent, and their performance in the school was also outstanding.

The two brothers Zhang Fugui and the Huang family have strong skills and are quite prestige in the school. The three of them are now the leading brothers of these little brothers, and they can be said to be able to respond to each other.

Usually when someone comes in for the exam, they are the younger brothers below who come forward to compete.

The situation is a little different today, because Zhu Cilang is already a deputy general, and it is not convincing to use ordinary students to compete with them.

So Yu Yang chose to use these three to test Zhu Cilang. As long as Zhu Cilang can win one, he will pass the exam.

Yu Yang's identity is not simple. Although he is an ordinary instructor in the military school, he is a thousand households of the Qi family army and a descendant of the national hero Yu Dayou.

Although these little counts are descendants of heroes and nobles, they are all good babies in front of Yu Yang, and no one dares to be disobedient.

When the instructor heard that they wanted to compete with the young man in front of him, the three of them looked at Zhu Cilang, and their eyes showed disdain.

Zhu Cilang has a relatively well-proportioned figure, neither thin nor fat, and is about the same height as that of ordinary people. His originally white face also becomes a little dark during the baptism of training and war.

Those who don’t know his true identity will never associate the boy in front of him with the royal family, and will not even think that he is the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Cilang bowed to Yu Yang and asked:

"May I ask the instructor, how do we compete?"

Yu Yang's face was cold and he could not see any expression. He looked at Zhu Cilang and said coldly:

"The first event is compared to Huang Dahu, which is a win for two thousand meters of weight running.

"The second item is shooting with Huang Erhu."

"The third item is compared to Zhang Fugui's riding and shooting."

These three items Yu Yang mentioned are all frequently trained by the school.

Now the Ming army has also begun this kind of training. He does not think that Zhu Cilang, as a deputy general, can pass the three levels.

After hearing these three items, Zhu Cilang did not hesitate at all and nodded directly to agree:

"yes"

Seeing that Zhu Cilang agreed so readily, Zhang Fugui and the Huang brothers were secretly amused. They laughed at Zhu Cilang for not knowing the height of the world.

"Come on, get the sandbag."

Yu Yang waved his hand and someone twisted four sandbags, each weighing twenty kilograms, and two weighing forty kilograms in total, tied to their legs.

It was not difficult to run for two thousand meters, but now it is completely different with 40 kilograms of sandbags. If you haven't run like this, it will be very difficult to shoot at the end of two thousand meters.

And it was not a competition with Huang Dahu to shoot, but a competition with Huang Erhu who was waiting for his work. This made it even more difficult.

When Wang Chao Ma Han saw this situation, he was very upset. The rule was too unfair. The prince did not need to compete with them. He could directly report his identity and enroll in the school.

But Zhu Cixuan quickly tied the sandbag and stood on the same starting line with Huang Dahu. Yu Yang waved his hand and started screaming, and the two of them rushed out quickly.

In the first two hundred meters, the two people were almost parallel. At five hundred meters, Huang Dahu began to exert force and quickly surpassed Zhu Cilang. After one thousand meters, he had already left Zhu Cilang for more than 20 meters.

The students on the scene cheered Huang Dahu one-sidedly, but they made the dynasty Ma Han so angry that they knew that the prince would definitely lose this game.

People train every day, but the prince has never suffered such hardship. When passing the finish line, it is already very good to see if it is not thrown away by a hundred meters.

Yu Yang believed that Zhu Cixuan should be behind after one thousand meters. Unexpectedly, he had been thrown off for 500 meters, and he also had some disappointment in his eyes. He originally liked this young man very much.

Huang Dahu looked back at the boy behind him, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. At the Royal Military School, no one could surpass him in the heavy lifting, let alone an unknown boy.

"Fugui, look at how much advantage my elder brother can reach the finish line. I bet fifty meters away. If I lose, I will invite you to drink tonight."

Zhang Fugui shook his head:

"Fifty meters are a bit exaggerated. The boy who is big tiger will float if he leads too much, at most thirty meters."

The two of them had some arguments, and they looked at Meng Liang:

"Meng Liang tell me what you think?"

Meng Liang is a few years younger than them. He is the old age of Meng Zhaoxiang and is only thirteen years old this year.

Although he could not beat the big tiger and his marksmanship was somewhat different from Zhang Fugui's two tigers, he was very smart and liked to observe when encountering things and was calmer.

Hearing Erhu and Fugui's question, he said lightly:

"There are still 800 meters left now, and Zhou Da is only 20 meters behind. Do you think he is anxious? He is not at all, and he is still running at his own pace. I guess he will lose to the big tiger at most.

"Puff... what do you think of Dahu too much..."

Meng Liang's words almost vomited blood if anyone present had a good relationship with Dahu.

The field is still running, and the field has started betting off the field, and almost everyone is optimistic that the tiger will win easily.

Although Meng Liang felt that Zhu Cilang seemed unusual, he also thought that in the end, Dahu would be stronger.

Zhang Fugui, Huang Erhu and others have now started betting that they are betting how many meters the big tiger will eventually lose next week and bet ten dragon coins.

Dahu exerted his strength too early, and at this time he felt his legs getting heavier. He looked back at the boy behind him and found that he was still running slowly with him.

It was supposed to be throwing more distances, but at this time it was gradually shrinking, and Dahu started to sweat on his back, but he didn't think Zhu Cilang would catch up.

Is Zhu Cilang tired? To be honest, he is not tired. Because he exerted evenly, his willpower was much stronger than Dahu after experiencing hardships.

In Shaanxi for more than a year, I often chased wild wolves and was guided by Qinglong Cao Zhengchun in Nanyang. I could still handle the load of 40 kilograms easily.

In the last five hundred meters, Zhu Cilang began to increase his strength, and his speed became faster and faster. He quickly pulled the distance with the big tiger. The distance of nearly thirty meters just now quickly became more than ten meters.

Acceleration, while accelerating, Zhu Cilang became faster and faster. When he was two hundred meters away from the finish line, he was almost parallel to the big tiger.

(End of this chapter)
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