Lieutenant General Cap is really an old... cute, so cute that sometimes people want to beat him... pack him and take him home.

"Lieutenant General Karp, according to the requirements, we must control the number of qualified people to within 60 people, but if you conduct the exam in your way, the number of qualified people will exceed one hundred...

Moreover, there is no actual combat training in the content of recruit training. Suddenly, the assessment is carried out in this way... Is it too difficult for some candidates?"

The deputy could only whisper to Cape in a low voice.

This period of recruits, including all the people selected from the various branches of Sihai and Weidahanglu, were divided into eight recruit teams, which means the total number was about 800.

If we finally decided to leave only 60 people, the overall pass rate would be relatively cruel. This selection is different from Mo Fei's previous visit to the 54th branch to join the army, because this time it was "selecting the best from the best"... The naval soldiers who could come to Marinfando were not ordinary people, at least they were "local talents".

However, now the training headquarters will eliminate most of them again...

"Hahaha, so that's the case? Then I'll talk about something else after the battle... I have the final say on this occasion, right? It should be true? Then the exam content is decided like this.

Why are you standing there? Let the draw lots of each team start!"

Do you know that Cap is so powerful but he has not served as a lieutenant general or above? First, he is unwilling to praise the stinky feet of the Tianlong people, and second...

This friend is really not suitable for the top leader.

Of course, there is no problem with the IQ of the "Naval Hero", but I have to say that the old man's ideas are sometimes very clear, otherwise he would not have had his last name "Monkey".

It is very difficult to be a subordinate to anyone named "Monqi". This is a kind of "traditional art"... or a "curse".

It was obvious that the content of the exam had been decided, but Lieutenant General Cap suddenly changed his mind without warning at the moment. In this case, what would everyone make in advance be? It was all in vain.

This old man clearly had a temporary idea.

Moreover, if you take the exam in a battle manner, it will undoubtedly take more time than the assessment method you decided before.

But there was no way, the Lieutenant General had already made a decision.

The recruits where Mo Fei was located immediately began drawing lots and then prepared to start the battle.

"Mo Fei, what number are you?"

After the lottery draw, Gerant came over and asked Mo Fei.

"No. 7." Mo Fei showed his number and looked at the other party.

"I'm No. 39... I didn't bump into each other in the first round, and I hope we can keep staggering the next few rounds."

"Um."

A total of 100 players in the first team. If you win three rounds, you will be qualified, and the final number of players will be about 12 or 3. If the first round is staggered, the two of them will most likely not meet each other... Otherwise, one person will be left behind by both of them.

"I hope we all pass... Do you still use swordsmanship, Mo Fei?"

Jarant glanced at the dagger behind Mo Fei, and then asked this. He was quite wise. He first made sure that the two of them would probably not meet each other, and then asked such a question.

"No, but I'm going to create my own swordsmanship." Mo Fei still gave the same answer as before.

Are you fighting in pairs... Fortunately, he brought his own equipment today.

While drawing lots, the original examiners were forced to start relocating the venue. In order to speed up the examination progress, they arranged sixteen battlegrounds, and each recruit team could have two duels at the same time... It can only be said that this kind of examination method is really time-consuming.

And how to solve the fatigue problem of the recruits who fought continuously? Lieutenant General Karp must have never thought about this.

Since Mo Fei's number is very high, his battle soon began.

However, Mo Fei was very lucky. His first opponent had very limited strength. The opponent on the other side was the kind of crane that was difficult to complete even the usual training... It was not a dish, but a very dish.

So he simply won.

But when the first round of the exam was completed and the fifty people who had completed the promotion started the second round of the exam, Mo Fei seemed to have run out of luck... His opponent was from the "Fanzhu Group".

Well, the so-called "fried group" is a kind of praise. This is the name Mo Fei gave to recruits who could finish three buckets of rice at the beginning. Being able to eat means having strength in a sense, so his second round opponent seems to be more difficult.

"I remember... you are from the South China Sea. You have been in the Navy for a total of two months. You can be said to be a new recruit among the new recruits. I would like to advise you that if you don't want to be injured, just give up.

You are from the South China Sea and I am from the Great Range. Isn’t this comparison obvious enough? If you have to fight, what will make you more painful than being injured? It is a huge and insurmountable gap in strength between you and me."

After both sides stood in the field and before the battle officially began, the opponent launched a mouth-blowing attack on Mo Fei like this.

"I have to say that your language level is at the level of 'Great Route'... But if I were asked to choose an opponent, I personally prefer a strong guy like you, compared to a thin and flexible guy." Mo Fei was completely unmoved, because the other party's statement was completely "regional discrimination."

If you want to decide the outcome based on your origin, then the Pirate King Gor might as well stop going out to sea and jump into the sea to commit suicide.

"Stop talking nonsense, no problem... the battle begins!"

Seeing that the two of them looked particularly energetic, the invigilator directly announced the start of the battle.

The other party was a person who was very confident in his skills, so after the invigilator announced the start, he rushed towards Mo Fei without hesitation, looking very much like a bullfighting in the arena.

As for Mo Fei, he did not want to fight in a dexterous manner like the bullfighter, but directly chose to fight head-on.

Five fingers were like iron claws, Mo Fei pressed the fist, nerves, muscles, bones, and skin that was hit by the other party with one hand. Although his forearm was trembling slightly, there was no doubt that he directly blocked the other party's confident attack.

"The Giant, Animal, and Special Superman. Because there are all kinds of people in the world, I am just an ordinary person and I have always been less confident in my wrist strength, but now it seems... I may be a little more confident."

Mo Fei had not received fighting training from beginning to end, but when he really fought with others in close combat, his body moved almost completely according to his instinct.

He held the opponent's fist and pulled it hard in his direction, pressing his right elbow with the weight and force of his body towards his right elbow, then ruthlessly hit the opponent's abdomen, then hit the opponent's ankle with his right foot. While the opponent lost balance, he shortened his body and snatched into the opponent's arms. Then he pushed his shoulders, and his waist suddenly exerted force like a spring filled with strength. Finally, he threw a rag, and threw a back hit that big guy hard.

"Bang!"

The entire battlefield shaking.

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