My British Empire

"The next group, Ike, Sendy, Jack, Alan..." Jack, who was listening carefully to Alexander Knight's words, finally waited for him, and couldn't help grinning happily.

"Hey! Alan, it's our time!" Jack patted his friend who was in a daze and reminded happily.

"Oh! Really? It's really pleasing." Allen touched his long black hair, looking a little nervous, "Jack, do you think we can get through?"

Seeing the nervous look on his little friend's face, Jack couldn't help but patted his shoulder, knowing that his friend didn't have confidence anymore.

"Alan, usually we run five miles (8 kilometers), and it takes less than half an hour. Now as long as we both run hard, we will definitely enter the top 50!"

This time, 50 orphans were recruited as bodyguards, and everyone else would join Dark Blade as one of them. After all, these people had the highest loyalty.

"However, both of us also know that among the more than one hundred people, many of them run faster than me. I feel..."

Hearing the words of his friends who accompanied him in the past few years, Jack knew that it was useless to say more, after all, it was a fact.

"Don't be discouraged, although you may not be able to join the Guards, you can still become a member of the Dark Blade, which is also a decent profession!"

Jack could only comfort him in desperation.

"Besides, the chief instructor said that after joining the Dark Blade, you can also become a knight!"

"Is this true? Jack!" Hearing this, Allen asked in surprise with a tone of self-pity.

"Of course, this is what Knight Alexander told me himself, so is it false?"

"If that's the case, then I feel much better!"

Looking at Alan's relieved expression, Jack expressed his understanding. After coming from hard times, he deeply understood how eager these waifs are to become upper-class figures.

It means endless food, a big safe and warm bed, and the pain of not being chased away in the cold winter.

Soon, after adjusting his mentality, Alan and Jack came to the starting point together. They were the last group.

This is an oval runway with a length of more than 1,300 feet (400 meters). This is a runway designed and built by Edward according to the standards of later generations. It is paved with some gravel. It is exactly the playground of his elementary school when he was a child.

There were nearly 20 people in the group, Jack and Allen couldn't find a good seat, so they could only occupy the second row, and it was still a remote position on the left.

"Alan, I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"

"It's nothing, in the end it depends on strength!" Regarding Alan's apology, Jack said indifferently, with a face full of indifference.

"Okay! After I say 'start', you can run!"

Knight Alexander rode on the horse, waving the long sword in his hand, and said loudly.

"Start—" After Alexander finished speaking, he swung his long sword upwards with great momentum.

After hearing the words of the beginning, Jack rushed forward and quickly entered the top ten, while his partner Alan was still struggling in the last few.

Jack can't control these things now, he only has one thought in his mind at this moment, run, run hard, run into the top 50 lives, become a majestic royal guard, become a high-ranking person.

Jack is about six feet tall at this time, and when he takes one step, two steps are basically equivalent to three steps for others, which has a great advantage.

But he still didn't dare to slack off, and he wouldn't slow down until the end.

Soon, Jack felt his footsteps slowly getting heavier, his lungs were like a dry desert, and a strong wind was blowing up, and his throat directly expressed his desire for water.

He didn't know how long it took until he fell into a crowd of people, his body's consciousness slowly became uncontrollable, his eyes closed slowly, and he only knew that he had reached the finish line.

I don't know how long it took, Jack only felt tired, and tried to open his eyes. He vaguely saw Alan's dark green eyes, and couldn't help but parted his lips and smiled.

"Have I passed? Alan!" Jack felt his throat was burning like a fire, and it was difficult to speak.

"Jack, you scared me to death! You passed, you are the first, and you will be a bodyguard protecting His Majesty from now on!"

Allen said to him happily, but he couldn't hide his red eyes from crying.

"Haven't you ever had one?" Jack raised his heavy head and asked, leaning up.

"No, but it's okay, I will see you in the future!" Alan smiled bitterly, pretending to be indifferent and said.

"Yes, Jack, you gave me a surprise. I didn't expect your body to be so powerful. Twenty-six minutes and thirty-seven seconds, this is an astonishing number!"

The smile on the face of the Alexander knight who came over represented that Jack was completely qualified as a guard.

As he said that, he put the small mechanical clock in his hand in front of Jack's eyes. Jack couldn't help watching, the minute hand and second stopped at twenty-six and thirty-seven.

"Hey! I didn't expect that either! I just ran hard!" Jack rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment and smiled foolishly.

In fact, China invented the earliest mechanical clock.

In the Eastern Han Dynasty, Zhang Heng made a water-leaking armillary sphere, using a gear system to connect the clepsydra with the clepsydra. The dripping water from the clepsydra pushed the sphere to rotate evenly, making exactly one revolution a day. This was the earliest mechanical clock that appeared.

In the third year of Yuanhu in the Northern Song Dynasty (1088), Su Song, Han Gonglian and others created the water transport instrument platform, which already used the escapement mechanism.

In the west, in 1350, Dante of Italy manufactured the first mechanically struck tower clock with a simple structure. In 1582, Galileo of Italy invented the gravity pendulum; in 1657, Huygens of the Netherlands introduced the gravity pendulum into the mechanical clock and created the pendulum clock. .

It's a pity that such a good technology was destroyed by the war.

Here in Windsor Castle, there is only the most basic selection of running, because all orphans have already learned how to ride, but in Lancaster, riding competitions are held like a fire.

"My sir, I never thought that there are so many people in the entire duchy preparing to participate in the selection!"

Looking at the group of registration teams lined up like ants in front of him, Baron Smith couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"What's so many, there are many gentlemen and free people who have not received the news in time, otherwise there will be even more people!"

Sir John was very disapproving of the baron's exclamation.

"When are we going to get so many people? Let's do a screening! What do you think? Sir!"

Baron Smith shook his head. Looking at the thousands of people in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a headache. There are so many people in the Lancaster Territory alone, and there is also the Duchy of Cornwall. Is this a life-threatening rhythm?

"Lord Baron, your opinion is exactly what I want, it's better to filter it in advance!"

Sir John couldn't help but nodded when he heard Baron Smith say this.

"Go and tell those people that those who don't bring their own horses will leave on their own!"

Baron Smith turned around and said to the tall and thin guards.

"My Lord Baron, why do you want to exclude those participants who don't have horses?"

Mr. Sir felt a little curious about Baron Smith's order.

"Sir, think about it! How can those who don't have horses be as good at riding as those who have horses? It's better to let them leave early and save us some time!"

As the two talked and laughed, the fate of many people was decided in this way.

After Baron Smith's order was conveyed, the crowd was boiling like a frying pan, and the noise was endless.

But soon, under the threat of the guards, and some participants who owned horses drove them away, these voices of dissatisfaction were quickly quelled.

But after a while, more than half of the people who were already full left at once, and the remaining people were over a thousand.

Best came from a wealthy Yeomannon family. His father not only cultivated his own family's 30 acres of land, but also rented and planted more than 100 acres of land owned by noble lords. That's why he can buy a horse and meet the standard to stay.

Seeing that the middle-aged nobleman standing on the high platform was about to start talking again, Best was afraid that there would be some conditions to brush him down again.

"Okay! Now you can start the competition. This time the rules are a bit special. You need to choose one of the more than one hundred knights!"

Hearing the middle-aged nobleman start talking about the rules, Best held his breath and listened carefully.

"You choose one of the more than one hundred knights to single out. As long as you survive three moves, you can become the guards protecting the royal family!"

Baron Smith announced the rule that Edward had come up with, which made the people in the audience look puzzled.

They have never heard of the rules of the game, and they feel a little weird.

"Also, only fifty people are allowed to challenge at a time!"

As he spoke, Baron Smith pointed to the more than a hundred guards in armor behind him, his face full of the taste of watching a good show.

As the first batch of riders, Thomas decided to choose a knight who looked shorter. He thought it would be nice to have an advantage in height!

Riding on the horse, he lifted the long javelin wrapped in linen in front, and put on the armor with the help of the servant. Through the mask, Thomas looked at the knight who was like a javelin not far away, and gradually calmed down.

"Okay! Get ready, let's—"

Hearing the middle-aged man's voice, Thomas started the attack first as if there were fifty participants present.

The short knight on the opposite side glanced at it with disdain, and also started.

Between electric sparks and flints, the two got close, bang——

The sound of shields colliding reached Thomas' ears, and a huge force oppressed his heart.

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