1819: C1819 In the Martial Arts Arena on the General's Stand

C1819 In the Martial Arts Arena on the General's Stand

Article 1819. Martial Arts Practice Field, tap on the General Stage

"What? Zhang Xing wants to be our commander?"

The news quickly spread to the army.

It immediately caused an uproar.

"Who is Zhang Xing?"

Most of them had never heard of Zhang Xing.

They asked around curiously.

"Is that Acting Leader?"

"Which Acting Leader?"

"He's the only young man who survived the last battle," said Wang Yao.

"Oh! I think I've heard of him. How could he be a commander?"

"Who knows? But I heard that he went from Acting Captain to a commander through the Flying Sword!"

"What? Deputy Commander is also the acting commander!"

"Isn't this a joke? This is war, not playing house!"

"That's right. He doesn't have centurion's experience in leading troops, nor does he have Deputy Commander's commanding ability. What right does he have to be the acting commander?"

"If he's blindly commanding us, let alone taking back the Tianshen Mountains, I'm afraid we won't even be able to climb up the city wall and die!"

"Hmph! Let's work together and get rid of him!"

"Right! Get rid of him!"

“......”

In front of the Martial Arts Practice Field, a hundred centurion listened to Subordinate's discussion, and his face couldn't help but reveal a look of disdain and coldness.

Zhang Xing! You want to smoothly become a Superior Weapon Master? You must surpass all of Soldiers, one hundred of us, centurion, and one thousand Qian Fuchang.

While Soldiers and the others were discussing amongst themselves, Zhang Xing brought one hundred dragons to the Martial Arts Practice Field.

"Lord Commander has arrived!"

A messenger started to drum and prepare for the ceremony of the new official taking office.

However, after the drum sounded, the soldiers did not seem to hear it. They gathered in twos and threes and laughed wildly.

This...

The messenger raised the drum hammer and was at a loss for what to do.

Zhang Xing waved his hand and signaled the messenger to leave.

He and a hundred dragons climbed onto the platform.

Zhang Xing walked to the biggest chair in the middle and sat down.

The dragons were divided into two rows and stood on the left and right.

Black Treasure picked up the roster on the table.

"The roll call begins now!"

"Is Tong Ling centurion here yet?"

Tong Ling curled his lips in disdain. 'I'm here, but I don't care about you!'

"Tong Ling!"

"Tong Ling! '"

"Someone, take Tong Ling down!"

Black Treasure called three times, but Tong Ling did not answer.

Black One and Black Two flashed and instantly appeared in front of Tong Ling.

Without saying anything, one of the two dragons grabbed Tong Ling's arm. Before anyone could react, Tong Ling was dragged onto the stage.

"Tong Ling, centurion, is looking down on the dignity of Zhang Xing's commander. If you take the lead and break the rules of the commander's camp, you will be executed according to the law!"

Black Treasure grabbed a long triangular token from the table and threw it to the ground.

Pata!

Tong Ling looked at the word chop on the token and a cold smile appeared on his face.

"Zhang Xing, don't use chicken feathers as your command arrow. There is no such rule in the military!"

Zhang Xing ignored him. He picked up the tea on the table and drank it.

Black One and Black Two dragged Tong Ling to an object covered by a piece of cloth.

Black One waved his hand and lifted the cloth.

Guillotine! A guillotine specially used to cut grass and feed horses!

The edge of the guillotine was green in color, and it was extremely inconsistent with the style of the General Pointing Platform.

"What are they trying to do?"

The soldiers below had a premonition.

The noise gradually died down.

Crack!

The guillotine was lifted up by Hei Yi.

Black Two grabbed Tong Ling and centurion's cephalo- and placed it in the middle of the guillotine.

"What are you all doing..."

A cracking sound was heard!

Before Tong Ling and centurion could finish speaking, black One slashed down.

Gulp! Gulp! A cephalo- with a face full of fear and disbelief rolled to the edge of the stage.1

Hiss...

The entire place was instantly silent!

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