Lieutenant General Liu looked at the chaotic scene and frowned. "Princess, I'd better escort you back. I will select a new group of people for you later and I will definitely satisfy you."

Xiao Li glanced at him casually, didn't reply to him, but reached out to Yang Jun.

Yang Jun immediately handed over the bow and arrow.

Xiao Li bent his bow and drew his arrow: "Are you ready?"

Yang Jun gripped the reins tightly, his face firm, "I'm ready."

Xiao Li: "Using an arrow as a signal, participants run after the horse. The one who can still reach the finish line after the horse stops wins."

The guards behind him immediately shouted Xiao Li's words out loud. It's hard to say how far they could be heard, but at least everyone within a radius of 100 meters could hear them.

What the later ones cannot hear will be passed on to the front, and those who should know will know it.

Without giving them time to think about the rules, Xiao Li shot an arrow. Yang Jun rode out quickly on his horse, and soon a group of people chased after him.

The rest of the people watched as those in front of them ran away, and were either attracted or pushed, and had to follow.

There were a lot of people, but fortunately the terrain here was wide, so it didn't have any impact. However, Xiao Li knew that these people would be eliminated soon.

She turned her horse around and went to the city wall, climbed up to the top of the tower and waited.

At the beginning, Yang Jun was very fast and these people also ran very fast, but their explosive power only lasted for a short time, and many people could not last more than half a minute.

At this time, Yang Jun slowed down a little, keeping a speed that could be seen, and kept them hanging while running.

There are about 5,000 soldiers in a garrison of the Bingmasi. The training ground is very spacious, with some grasslands and valleys on the periphery. It takes a quarter of an hour just for horses to run a lap, not to mention people running.

Yang Jun ran around this area, round and round.

At the beginning, everyone was chasing after the others in a swarm. Before the first lap was over, there were less than a thousand people left. The second lap was even worse, with only about two hundred people left. Finally, by the third lap, there were only a few left.

Adjutant Liu frowned as he looked at her: "Princess, if you keep running like this, there will be nothing left."

Xiao Li was unmoved. She wanted to choose those who were truly capable, not just a hundred people.

Yang Jun ran four laps in total. He slowed down his pace to wait for those people, and it took him a full hour.

Yang Jun rode his horse quickly to the bottom of the city wall. Someone had already drawn a line on the ground. From now on, anyone within the hundred people who climbed across this line would be the winner.

There was a clear space ahead, and everyone stepped aside outside the finish line, waiting for the first winner to arrive.

Soon a young soldier appeared in everyone's sight. He was tall and dark-skinned. Although he was panting, he looked very relaxed as he ran over and became the first one.

Someone next to him held a notebook and said, "Sign up!"

"Wu Village, Wu Hunter."

After noting it down, the second person waited for a while before coming: "Sign up."

"Zhangjia Village, Zhang Youli."

The third one: "Huaishu...Huaishu Village, Liu Ergou."

The fourth one: "Dujiazhuang...Tian...Tian Sheng."

The fifth... the tenth... the twentieth... the fiftieth... the fifty-fifth...

After waiting for a long time, no one came over.

This number is almost half of a hundred.

Xiao Li turned around: "Enough."

Running only tests physical strength and endurance. She doesn't care how fast she runs, but she must have endurance and perseverance. Even if she has to crawl, she will admit it.

But there had been no one on the road ahead for a while.

There are fifty-five people. After further screening, some more may be eliminated.

However, quality is more important than quantity.

Xiao Li went down from the city wall. The fifty-five people had already separated and stood in five rows. Some were taller than others, and not all of them were strong, but their eyes were determined.

Yang Jun had a notebook on the ground, which had recorded their origins. They were all people from villages outside the city.

Only those who come from truly poor families will fight for a huge reward, but fighting comes in different levels: fighting for a while, fighting with all your strength, and fighting to the death.

"Pack your things and follow."

Xiao Li climbed onto his horse. After a whole afternoon of hard work, it was time to go back.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Princess, wait a minute!"

Xiao Li looked back, only to see him pointing to the distance: "There's another person."

He was pointing in the direction of the finish line.

Xiao Li was sitting high up, so he could easily see the black spot. It was a very tall man. Even from a distance, Xiao Li could tell that he was tall and strong.

His legs seemed to be in bad condition and he was limping, but he was running towards this side very determinedly.

Someone shouted, "It's Coach Rong."

"Princess, it's Coach Rong. He hasn't given up yet."

This Coach Rong seemed to be quite popular. At least among the fifty-five people selected, most of them looked nervous and expectant, waiting for Coach Rong to come.

Lieutenant General Liu rode over and frowned, saying, "Princess, there's no need to wait. Rong Qing is a cripple."

Xiao Li: "How can he be a coach when he's a cripple?"

Someone immediately responded, "Your Highness, Master Rong is the grandson of General Chang Wei, Rong Yao, and the only heir to the Rong family's swordsmanship. He is now responsible for teaching us swordsmanship."

Lieutenant General Liu glared at the man with an unpleasant expression, "Princess, don't listen to his nonsense. Rong Qing's leg is injured, so he can't possibly serve as your bodyguard. He insisted on running away just for the princess's bounty."

Xiao Li looked over there, without saying a word, just waiting.

Everyone also turned their attention there.

I don't know who was whispering, "Coach Rong, work harder," and the people around him were also infected, and many people started shouting along.

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