Reborn in the Water Margin as emperor, built tanks to level the world

Perhaps it wasn't until this moment that Zhao Ji really figured it out.

Why was it that the Song Dynasty army in history was obviously huge in size and had many people, but its combat effectiveness was so poor in the final battle with the Jin invaders?

The discipline of this army is so lazy, and its appearance is so miserable.

The number of soldiers has shrunk to this again.

On the battlefield, when encountering the wolf-like and tiger-like Dajin Cavalry, it would be strange not to lose the battle!

At present, the bandit army composed of more than [-] people sent by Fang La, Tian Hu, Wang Qing and others is just a small test for the three parties.

Once the three parties become serious and use their best talents...

Then how can I, the Song Dynasty, resist?

As far as the current situation is concerned, we might as well surrender and admit defeat!

At this moment, Zhao Ji became more and more annoyed the more he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became.

After dragging Captain Zhang over, he said to him extremely seriously:

"Tomorrow morning, I want to see all the soldiers and horses here gathered here."

"If you fail to come here by then, you will be expelled from the military from now on and will never have to come back again!"

After Zhao Ji said this, he led Zhong Sijin, Wu Yong, Song Jiang, Yue Fei and others and left from here.

Song Jiang and Wu Yong did not dare to slack off in explaining Zhao Ji.

As soon as he returned to his camp, he called Lin Chong, Lu Zhishen, Yang Zhi and others over.

He was ordered to teach Yue Fei spear skills, staff skills and sword skills respectively.

Song Jiang and Wu Yong did this, firstly, to comply with Zhao Ji's will, and secondly, they also wanted to test how talented the genius who was praised by Zhao Ji was in practicing martial arts.

Although Lin Chong, Lu Zhishen, and Yang Zhi did not understand why their brother did this.

It can be seen that Xiao Yue Feisheng is full of heroic spirit and has a very lively temper, so he loves him very much in his heart.

Zi Zi followed his words and taught Yue Fei many weapons techniques.

But after Zhao Ji returned to the palace, he did not immediately return to Yangxin Hall to rest.

Instead, he went straight to the minister's study room, got pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the maid, and started writing and drawing on a piece of paper.

Originally, it was time for Zhong Sijin to return to her residence and sleep with her sister.

But Zhao Ji's series of abnormal actions today made him uneasy.

So he planned to stay here first and quietly accompany Zhao Ji for a while before talking.

But when Zhong Sijin saw some graphic symbols that he had never seen before on the rice paper written by Zhao Ji, he could no longer calm down.

Asking about this for a while, talking about that for a while, Zhao Ji couldn't help but find it interesting.

And what Zhao Ji just drew on the rice paper were not high-tech weapons against the enemy. They were just evaluation items of some physical examinations that he had experienced in his previous life.

The reason why Zhao Ji took out these things at this moment was because he wanted to select soldiers with relatively good physiques from those useless guards in the shortest possible time.

In this way, to meet the needs of the next battlefield.

And this time, the screening projects that Zhao Ji arranged for the Forbidden Army soldiers were also very simple and crude, that is:

8000m fully equipped cross-country run.

Each Guardsman must wear a full set of soldier armor and carry a horse.

Hike an 8000-meter rugged mountain road.

Those who return to the finish line in half an hour will be ranked first.

From then on, every quarter of an hour, the selection level was reduced by one.

For this physical strength and endurance test, only three levels, A, B, and C, were charged.

All soldiers except for the first time will be converted into substitute soldiers.

After seven days, there is still one chance to take the make-up exam to become a formal soldier.

If he fails that time, he will be withdrawn from the military and will never be recruited.

Although Zhao Ji felt that there was really no problem when he came up with these test rules.

But just to be on the safe side, he told Zhong Sijin, who was standing aside, the story again.

After all, for a martial arts practitioner like her, even though she is a woman, her physique should be pretty good.

If even a woman like Si Jin could complete such an intense selection test.

So there must be no problem in applying this kind of intensity test to those Imperial Guards.

But it was like a brocade, after listening to Zhao Ji's story.

Immediately, it attracted her great interest.

At the same time, he also raised several questions to Zhao Ji:

"Then what does 8000 meters mean?"

“What about the full-equipment cross-country run?”

Zhao Ji's explanation here was also very simple and crude:

"The so-called 8000 meters refers to 16 miles."

"As for cross-country running with full equipment, it means that the guards put on armor, grab weapons, and run quickly through the rugged woods."

"Such as this, but I wonder if you can do it, Xiaojin?"

As soon as Zhao Ji finished speaking, Xi Jin raised her little head triumphantly.

On the face, there is confidence:

"What's so difficult about this?"

"I think back when Xiao Jin was learning martial arts from his father, the training was much more difficult than this."

"I just put on my clothes and armor and carry my sword. What's the difficulty in walking through the forest?"

"If you can't even do this, why bother going into battle to fight the enemy in the future?"

"Is it possible that the enemy general knew he was outmatched and suddenly ran into the forest and then stopped pursuing him?"

Zhao Ji heard that every word of what Xi Jin said made sense, so he stopped worrying about this issue:

"What if, Xiaojin, you participate in such a challenge, but I don't know how long it will take to complete it?"

Two white and tender little hands like brocade slowly rested on the desk in front of her.

While her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, she was also thinking about Zhao Ji's question in her mind.

After pondering for a long time, he finally said:

"Although Xiaojin has not tried it personally, I think it should be possible within three-quarters of an hour to half an hour."

Zhao Ji nodded slowly, and the smile on his face became stronger and stronger:

"That being the case, it couldn't be better."

"Xiao Jin, please leave the palace now and find someone for me."

"If you can do it, Xiaojin, then that person can do it too."

Zhong Xijin raised her beautiful eyebrows, and her big, watery eyes were full of puzzlement:

"But who is coming?"

Zhao Ji said thoughtfully:

"Hu Sanniang."

But as soon as Zhao Ji finished speaking, those jealous words suddenly came over him:

"I really don't know what kind of evil spell that woman cast on you, so that even though you are in the palace, you still miss her constantly!"

"Or are you really so obsessed with a woman as big as your front and back?"

Zhao Ji raised his hand slightly embarrassed and scratched the back of his head.

That smile is really a bit embarrassing:

"Actually, from the perspective of breeding the next generation, a woman who is so majestic both front and back is indeed extremely advantageous."

"Not just, not just to satisfy the special hobbies of a small group of men."