Chapter 3： Armor

Just as Zhao Gao turned off the light screen and was about to check the situation of the rest of the people, there was a sudden sound of neat footsteps outside the playground.

The footsteps of "Shu... brush..." sounded.

Zhao Gao and the others only saw two columns of soldiers wearing ancient armor and armed with spears coming in from the gate.

As soon as the two columns of soldiers came in, they ran to the edge of the playground until they finally surrounded Zhao Gao and the others.

"Roar...roar...roar..." A deafening roar sounded.

The soldiers raised their spears and chopped them down to the ground. With their roars, a strong murderous and fierce aura rushed towards Zhao Gao and the others.

"Dangerous! Dangerous! It will die!!" Just as a mouse meets a cat, and an animal meets a natural enemy, the sixth sense sends a deadly message to Zhao Gao.

It's not just him who feels this way, everyone on this playground feels this way.

And the unbearable ones were directly scared to sit on the ground.

Suddenly, a heavier pressure appeared in their hearts.

"Tread...tread..." The sound of footsteps colliding with the armor came.

Everyone turned their eyes to the direction the voice came from, and saw a tall and fierce man walking in.

He was wearing a helmet, armored stomach, a large knife hanging from his waist, a beard on his face, and the scar on his left eye, which made him even more vicious.

As his boots stomped on the ground, the sound of his footsteps, coupled with the strong power he exuded, made the pressure on everyone's hearts even heavier.

Zhao Gao couldn't help breaking out in cold sweat on his forehead. The pressure in his heart, as the man got closer and closer, made him even more afraid to move.

For a while, the only sound in the entire playground was the sound of men's footsteps and the collision of armor.

Finally, just when everyone's heart was about to collapse, the man stopped, stood in front of them, and restrained his momentum.

"Recruits, welcome to training ground 1001."

"Next, I will train you to become a qualified soldier." Even without a loudspeaker such as a horn, the man's strong voice still sounded in everyone's ears.

"Now, line up for me!!" The man shouted loudly, causing everyone's ears to ring for a while.

"Twenty people in a row, stand for me!"

Everyone didn't dare not to obey, just be obedient, and follow the man's words and form a good team.

Even those thorns who said how awesome their boss was at the beginning, after being shocked at the beginning, they didn't dare not to obey the man's words.

After a long time, it was already half an hour after everyone stood in the queue.

"You rubbish, it takes so long to stand in a simple queue. You are the worst class of soldiers I have ever brought."

"Listen, remember your current location. I don't want to wait so long for you next time."

"Ten minutes, if you don't do it well, you will have thirty scepters." The man's frantic voice sounded, giving Zhao Gao and the others an ultimatum.

"Now, change your equipment." As soon as the man finished speaking, he pushed the armor of several carriages from the gate of the playground.

The soldiers distributed it to Zhao Gao and the others one by one.

After Zhao Gao got it, he observed it carefully and found that it was made of ancient iron sheets, polished to the size of scales, and superimposed and sewn together.

To put it simply, it is the kind of "tube sleeve armor" in ancient times.

The helmet on his head is just an iron helmet, which is no different from the one in the TV series.

He just sewed a thin layer of cloth inside the iron helmet. This protective effect, Zhao Gao didn't know what it could protect?

The lower body is a war skirt with iron scales, and the war boots are a shoe, covered with a layer of iron.

And this is all the protection of these soldiers.

Waiting for everyone to put on their battle armor as instructed, another hour later.

"gather!!"

The crowd was hurriedly forming a team.

"Now, everyone, the person next to you is two meters away from each other."

All did as instructed.

"Fire weapons!" As the man waved his hand, the soldiers behind him pushed out several carriages again.

The soldiers took down wooden shields and standard machetes from the carriage.

When it was sent to Zhao Gao, he saw how simple the so-called equipment was.

A wooden shield like an iron pot, a machete with the length of an adult's arm, this is the so-called standard equipment.

The only good news is that this machete is thick and heavy enough to not easily roll the blade.

Zhao Gao picked up the machete in his right hand and tried it with a light wave. It weighed about ten pounds.

Waiting for everyone to follow the instructions, holding the shield in the left hand and the sword in the right.

"Follow me and watch carefully, I only do it once! Recruits, learning this will give you a better chance of surviving."

After the man finished speaking, he didn't say any more.

"Raise your shield!"

The man raised his shield horizontally with his left hand to the level of his upper body's nose, and stretched his left foot forward half a step to make a lunge.

Zhao Gao and the others followed suit and raised their shields.

"Get the shield!"

The man took his steps back, stood up straight, and the shield in his left hand naturally drooped to the left side of his body.

Zhao Gao and the others followed suit.

"Cut!!"

The man lunged forward with his right foot, raised the big sword in his right hand, raised it to the top of his head, and then dropped it heavily.

Zhao Gao could only see that the man's broadsword, which fell straight down to his waist, suddenly stopped there. His arms did not move at all, and he would not be carried away by the broadsword at all.

Zhao Gao followed suit and held the sword high, and he fell directly. When he wanted to stop, he almost didn't hold the sword.

The weight of the broadsword, and the power of its fall, are simply beyond the grasp of sub-healthy people like him, let alone, this is only his first contact.

But Zhao Gao's holding the big sword does not mean that everyone has it firmly. Most of the girls and a small number of boys here did not hold the big sword.

Those who dropped their hands and landed on the ground were not bad. What was even more unfortunate was that there were several people who were directly slashed by the large swords that others dropped.

"Am I **** you? It hurts me to death." Immediately, several were slashed to the ground, cursing in pain.

The man didn't say anything, just simply waved his hand and asked the soldier next to him to drag the injured away and wrap it up by the wall.

"Trash, it seems that I have high regard for you, and the distance is three meters again." Faced with the man's scolding, no one dared to talk back.

Everyone was spaced apart again, for fear that suddenly, the person next to him would let go of the sword and chop himself to the ground.

"Raise your shield!!"

As the man shouted, everyone raised their shields again.

"Take the shield!" Ten seconds later, the man shouted again.

"Cut!"

The crowd silently executed.

"Shut up the knife!"

After everyone put away their knives, the man yelled again in exasperation.

"Didn't you eat? Can't even hold the knife?"

"Call me."

"Follow me."

"Raise your shield!"

"Ho!"

"Get the shield!"

"Ho!"

"Cut!"

"Ho!"

"Shut up the knife!"

"Ho!"

The man shouted loudly, drinking loudly all the way to demonstrate to Zhao Gao and the others.