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Chapter 10 Qualifications for Promotion to Qingzhou Soldiers!

Night, Gobi, slightly cool.

Gongsun Hu sat on the side of the fire, couldn't hold back his temper, and asked doubtfully:

"Boss, why don't you exchange meat and bone pills, don't you plan to participate in the selection of Qingzhou soldiers?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of all the civilian husbands moved closer in an instant.

Everyone believed in their hearts that with Jiang Chen's talent, turning his hand into clouds and his hands into rain, as long as he could recover from his injuries, it would be easy to be promoted to Qingzhou soldier.

Jiang Chen put a piece of dog skin plaster on the wound, and there was a burst of coolness from the wound, and he laughed softly:

"Let me explain in detail."

Beside the fire, all the folks were quite surprised, their eyes focused on Jiang Chen's young and handsome face, showing a bit of curiosity and doubt.

Jiang Chen always maintained a calm look, and smiled and asked a question:
"You all think that my personal ability is far superior to those Qingzhou soldiers with high-sighted eyes. So, which aspect is it?"

Everyone was stunned.

The person who is most familiar with Jiang Chen is Chen Buhung.

He stroked his chin and thought for a while, then put on the appearance of a storyteller, and took the lead in commenting: "Predict the enemy's opportunity before it happens, and take precautions before it happens; move with the times, and be quick-witted in the face of a war opportunity."

Gongsun Hu said in a deep voice:

"If you think broadly, if you call someone else, you will never think of a way to save yourself by setting fire to food."

Xiao Wu scratched the back of his head, and said with some embarrassment: "I think the boss is excellent in all aspects."

Numerous folk husbands were not stingy with all kinds of compliments, and they simply praised Jiang Chen as a god in the sky, who came down to save the suffering.

Hearing everyone's sweet words, Jiang Chen's expression did not change at all, and he asked calmly, "So, do you know the qualifications for Qingzhou soldiers?"

Everyone looked bewildered.

Only Gongsun Hu knows a thing or two. His father is a Qingzhou veteran who has been retired for many years. He once explained the relevant test-taking tips to his only son in detail. He said succinctly:
"Martial skills, qi and blood, and art of war."

Jiang Chen nodded, "That's right, what Gongsun Hu said was the three major standards for soldiers in Qingzhou. What you praised just now, did you praise me for my extraordinary martial arts, or my natural supernatural power?"

Xiao Wu scratched his head and said blankly:

"Then, soldiers... the art of war?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, with an unquestionable majesty, said in a deep voice:

"That's not the art of war, it's just some methods, ideas, and cleverness."

Where there are people, there is war, and if there is war, it is destined to derive various strategies used in war. This is the art of war!
But the world is different, the rules are different, and the art of war naturally cannot be applied to another world, just like the original chariot formation.

Those Qingzhou soldiers didn't bother to enter the chariot formation at all, because the jumping ability of the Loulan war horse was far better than that of ordinary war horses, and they could enter the chariot formation with a single leap and start killing!
If he hadn't thought of the method of arson and burning food, the strategy of car formation would have almost become a self-defeating act!
in short.

The modern knowledge, ideas, scientific thinking and experience in Jiang Chen's mind must be adapted to local conditions and localized before they can shine in this world.

otherwise,

It's just a joke.

And "localization" requires time and learning.

There are only two days left to go to the headquarters of the Zhengxi Army, and it is too late, and there is no way to learn the art of war in this world!
Jiang Chen smiled, covered the lost brilliance in his eyes, and continued:
"So, what about applying the secret healing medicine and returning to the full state? Isn't it a failure? Instead of wasting the credit, it would be better to replace the fifty small merits with some resources that can be used now, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

In short, since [Famous Lost Sun Shan] is doomed, it is better to prepare early [Resurrection].

Everyone suddenly realized, and nodded in agreement.

talking.

Jiang Chen took out a simple classic from his bosom, it was the martial arts "Iron Cloth Shirt" that had been carefully schooled by the Zhang family in Qingzhou, and said in a deep voice:
"This martial arts classic is called "Iron Cloth Shirt". Civil servants who join first can read it for an hour, and those who join later can read it for half an hour. Whether you have martial arts talent depends on your personal fortune. .”

Although this "Iron Cloth Shirt" is a popular product, it has been carefully edited to eliminate the possibility of becoming obsessed, and it can also be watched with dismantled action pictures.

After all, if a poor person fails once, his life is over...

heard.

The people's husbands beamed with joy, and said quickly:
"Thank you boss."

Everyone scrambled to gather around the few civilian husbands with a little proficiency in writing, begging him to read the text of the secret book.

Even the martial arts secret books of the common people are family heirlooms that the poor can't ask for.

Subsequently.

Jiang Chen called Chen Buhung, Xiao Wu and Gongsun Hu to his side, and said in a low voice:
"What I got in exchange from the grain officials was far more than just an iron cloth shirt, as well as dog skin plaster and blood-blood grass fruit..."

talking room.

Jiang Chen looked at Gongsun Hu, and said slowly:
"Your father is a veteran of Qingzhou who has retired from the army for many years. You must have been taught about the details of the selection of Qingzhou soldiers and regard it as a family secret."

"If you are willing to share these experiences, the five blood-thorax fruits here will belong to you."

Five fig-shaped saplings were placed flat in Jiang Chen's palm. For all young people who are interested in martial arts, this thing is a hundred times better than gambling.

Gongsun Hu was about to refuse, but after smelling the aroma of grass and fruit, his body was very honest, and before he could react, he reached out and took away Jiang Chen's palm.

In desperation, he smiled wryly:
"Okay, did I say it's not enough?"

Jiang Chen smiled without saying a word.

Gongsun Hu sighed, and then shared in detail the know-how and experience his father taught him, telling them all:
"The treasure used to test Qi and blood is a bronze tripod."

"It will continue to increase its weight as time goes on. When your blood boils, a line of words will appear on the front of the tripod, such as 'The power of Qi and blood, six stages', which represents the strength of your Qi and blood."

"Therefore, my father also summed up a little trick. If you can be ascetic and restrained as much as possible when you are carrying the cauldron, maybe you can make the blood boil a little later."

"If the number is greater than five, you can directly obtain the qualification to be promoted to Qingzhou soldier. If it is between four and five, you need to go through the second round of tests."

Jiang Chen's heart moved, and he spit out two words:
"Martial arts?"

(End of this chapter)