Looking at these two choices, Zhao Lang hesitated slightly.

He can clearly understand the system's urinary nature, and the two things are pretty good every time.

This requires a trade-off.

Proficient in arrow (shooting) techniques are naturally very good.

In the era of cold weapons, good archers were basically joking.

After all, I don’t have some strength, so I can’t pull the bowstring.

What's more, it takes so many times.

Riding is also very good.

Especially now in the north, the Hu people and the Huns became the confidants of the Qin Dynasty.

It's because of riding.

If it is a tough infantry force, it is not a flattery.

Zhao Lang is sure that no army in the world is the opponent of Daqin!

But if others can beat them, they will fight, and if they can't beat them, they will run away.

It's very annoying.

Although Zhao Lang has practiced riding these days, to be honest, riding is OK.

It's just a horse infantryman.

If you really want to fight with someone immediately, it still won’t work.

So when he first came to Liaodong County and the murderer had scarred his face, he could only use the convenience of stirrups to kill people on the spot.

Moreover, with mastery of riding, there is more protection for escape.

After thinking about it, Zhao Lang said to Meng Jiang in front of him.

"You woman is a little bit arrogant, so let's follow."

"Thank you, General."

Meng Jiang said with a smile.

Soon, a slight change occurred around Zhao Lang, and he was able to actively adapt to the ups and downs of the horses.

Each operation is much more flexible.

I just don’t know if there is no other use, so I can only explore it in daily life.

With great improvement in riding skills, Zhao Lang's mood has improved a lot, and said to Meng Jiang, who was standing beside him.

"How dare you, a woman, get close to my army?"

When ordinary people see a large army, they can't hide. Who dares to take the initiative to lean on?

Not every army has such strict discipline.

Especially at such border locations, sometimes the soldiers and bandits are the same group of people.

Meng Jiang hesitated and said,

"Actually, the little woman saw the general yesterday and didn't dare to get close."

"I found that the general was quite kind to passers-by, so I boldly requested today."

Zhao Lang nodded. This woman was still a bold and meticulous person.

"You just said, go find your husband, what is his name, and where is it?"

Zhao Lang asked lightly, of course he knew the legend.

I just wanted to confirm it, otherwise it would be a coincidence.

Meng Jiang returned,

"The little woman's husband is Fan Xiliang, who is building the Great Wall at the border."

Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment and looked at Meng Jiangnu carefully. It was really her.

But if this happens, she may not be able to find anyone this time.

Meng Jiangnu was a little uncomfortable being seen and asked,

"Does the general have something to give?"

Zhao Lang shook his head, his heart moved, and said to A Er beside him,

"Send a scout to the Great Wall to get a front station first, and find this person named Fan Xiliang."

It doesn't matter if someone is going to send him there.

Of course, it was mainly because he wanted to see if he could save this pair of miserable mandarin ducks.

As for whether the Great Wall will be crying.

Zhao Lang was not worried.

If it really falls, it is also a quality issue.

Otherwise, crying would be really useful, and there would be no remnants of the six kingdoms, so that Qin Shihuang would die of crying.

A Er immediately received the order.

Meng Jiangnu, who was standing beside her, was stunned for a moment and said with a little gratitude.

"Thank you, General!"

Zhao Lang nodded, wanting to ask something else.

At this time, Ying Yinman, who was standing beside him, ran over and pulled the other party away.

"Come with me, he is not a good person."

Meng Jiangnu was scared at first, but when she put her hand on Ying Yinman's chest, she reacted.

Then he glanced at the other person in surprise.

Followed in obedience.

Zhao Lang couldn't help but shake his head.

Soon, the team set off again.

Not long after, a caravan appeared behind him.

Zhao Lang looked at many familiar people inside, showed a smile, and said to A Er,

"Call that caravan over and we buy some supplies."

A Er was stunned for a moment and said,

"Boss, such caravans usually go outside the Great Wall to trade with those Hu people."

"How could there be what we want?"

Zhao Lang knocked on the other party and said,

"Let you go, you go."

A Er ran over with his head covered.

Then I found that the other party happened to have what they needed, and everything was just right.

It's a coincidence, that's a hell.

"Boss..."

What else does Ah Er want to say?

But when he saw Zhao Lang's unsurprising expression, he immediately understood.

No more questions, but hello others to get things.

"Brothers, the boss has added food for us again and came here in batches to get the food!"

Suddenly, cheers rang out in the team.

Zhao Lang had just become the centurion, so many things had happened.

It is fake if ordinary soldiers don’t complain.

But he couldn't stand Zhao Lang's own pocket, and he would add extra meals from time to time and even pay for it.

It’s okay to forget it in the city, but I didn’t expect that there was still outside.

"What a long, we..."

In the team, a soldier looked at his Changhu.

He has been a centurion for so long, but there are still a few loyal people.

Shi Changhu, who was standing beside him, saw this scene and knew that it was impossible for him to get back that position.
To be continued...