Nanfei

The blue sky and white clouds, looking at the mountains in the distance, the lush and green trees, and the colorful flowers looming among the trees, make people breathe a little more fresh.

Such Wei Li's scenery could not keep the eyes of the hosts present, and everyone focused their eyes on the center of the venue.

The drowsy person who was lazily resting his cheeks was suddenly awakened by the high-spirited shout, opened his eyes suddenly, became a little confused, and stared round. The mouth of palace people.

The dazzling silver armor looks brilliant under the sunlight, and the team's momentum soars to the sky.

The party wearing the black battle armor roared uncompromisingly, and the eyes of the two parties collided directly in the air, sparks shot out.

The sharp-eyed people noticed carefully that the white team faintly overwhelmed the black team in momentum, slightly superior, and those who witnessed this scene almost dropped their jaws in shock.

When the two sides are fighting, as long as there is not too much difference in strength, what they are fighting is the pent-up breath of refusal to admit defeat, the fighting spirit is burning, and the fighting spirit is emerging. As long as this breath is not let go, it is only a matter of time before this battle is won. .

There is a world of difference in strength between the busy and flickering team in front of us and the black light heaving team.

Just imagine, a group of white sheep provoked in front of a group of wolves with green eyes, the end is conceivable, it is destined to end with a tragic end with their throats bitten off and blood splattered.

But the team in front of them broke everyone's default thinking and wanted to crush the opponent in terms of momentum. Although they didn't defeat the opponent's fighting spirit, they were still one step ahead. They really did it.

Old General Pan's deep eyes flashed with surprise and uncertainty. The soldiers who had gone through hundreds of battles and bloody tempered by the flames of war were full of evil spirits. None of the white queues facing him showed the slightest fear in their eyes, and they were vaguely eager to jump. Try, with one higher and lower state.

Many thoughts flashed through Old General Pan's mind, and his sharp gaze involuntarily turned to the throne on the high platform.

Unexpectedly, the person wearing the mask suddenly turned his head, and his shining eyes came into direct contact with him. Their eyes met. Dazzling, vaguely invisible, if there is nothing, just a simple smile makes people feel that the flowers are blooming in front of them, shining brightly.

In fact, the distance between the two of them was very long, Old General Pan didn't know why he had such a weird feeling, he looked away in embarrassment, and lowered his head to stroke his three-inch white beard.

Old General Jiang's angry voice kept ringing in his ears, and he didn't know why he was excited.

At this time, three thunderous drums sounded from the stage, announcing the official start of the competition.

Yu Jia came to watch the battle in person, and the emperor, who was busy with everything, obviously didn't have much time to stay here.

The Ministry of Military Rituals and the officials who organized the competition racked their brains and listed various competition events in black and white, but they were not satisfied. Not to mention the time-consuming, the end point is that the competition is not exciting enough. Once he hurt those charming palace ladies, he couldn't explain to the emperor after the match.

Besides, those eunuchs who have become fine, in the eyes of these officials, they are representatives of sinister villains, with twists and turns. If you maim these people, sorry, your official career will end here it's over.These people feel that they will do everything possible to retaliate like mad dogs.

Only those who have been thieves for thousands of years, there is no reason to prevent thieves for thousands of years. In order to avoid hurting the people in the Forbidden Palace, it is absolutely not advisable to use the usual martial arts competition.

Worrying about the fact that the hair on his head was getting less and less day by day, and the hair had already started to wither before autumn arrived. In the end, it was old General Pan who decided decisively, simply and simply, 20 people directly ganged up.

Of course, the Minister of the Ministry of War also explained to the strong men who participated in the competition in advance that they can just put on a show, and they are absolutely not allowed to hurt anyone.

After all, those people are just ostentatious people with flamboyant fists and legs, but you are tough and brave frontier soldiers, beating women and people who are neither male nor female, and you are invincible.

Pan Laojiang's army was thinking about the abyss. These selected frontier soldiers were summoned back from the border at high speed. It is not uncommon to see mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and it is commonplace to be stained with blood. Each other's lives were explained over and over again, and the subordinates must remember to keep a sense of proportion, and they must not kill each other with one blow.

Minister of the Ministry of War is very troubled. The game must be both entertaining and exciting. Everything is a dilemma, but no matter how difficult it is, the emperor has explained that even if you lose all the hair on your head, you must solve this problem perfectly.

The competition method has been decided, and we can only think of a way on the weapons of the competition.

Iron guns were replaced by wooden guns, long knives were replaced by wooden knives, and all war horses were replaced by gentle-tempered horses. They were beautiful and did not worry about the wildness of flattery. They threw people off the horses and trampled them to death.

Some people even suggested that if you make a fuss about the tip of the gun and the horse's hoof, wrap it in thick cloth with brise-soleil cotton, so you don't have to worry about accidental injury at all.

Everything is ready and only owes Dongfeng, just waiting for the day of the game to come.

This day came as scheduled, but it was completely different from what everyone imagined.

The head of the wooden spear, the blade of the wooden knife, and the hooves of the horse were all carried out according to the pre-arranged plan, without any mistakes or omissions.

It's just that right now, what's going on with the fighting spirit of the two sides like wolves and tigers.

The officials who participated in the preparations beforehand were all at a loss, completely clueless, as if they were looking at the flowers in the fog, and they couldn't understand the development of the situation at all.

It seems that something is getting out of hand, beyond the expected range.

The sound of horseshoes was urgent, the drums stopped, and the flags were fluttering in the wind. There was no room for people to think about it. The fighting spirit of the two sides had soared, and they only had each other in their eyes. How could they remember the many previous regulations.

The Minister of the Ministry of War looked anxiously, and he wanted to invite people to come to ask a few questions, but he was afraid that his interest would be spoiled, so he had no choice but to keep flirting with Old General Pan.

There were many secret signals among the generals, random hand gestures and eyes, which may reveal deep meaning, hoping that Old General Pan can control the situation.

However, Old General Pan was suddenly suspicious, and he didn't have the slightest thought to worry about the thoughts of Minister of the Ministry of War.

The Minister of the Ministry of War was sweating coldly on his brow.

The worried Bingbu Shangshu was obviously not as good as the game. Everyone present was infected by this blood-boiling scene, and their eyes naturally turned to the two sides fighting on the field.

The loud and clear sound of the horse piercing the clouds came from a distance, penetrated the clouds, and reached the ears of the horses under the cavalry, as if the king of the horses was sending some message to his subordinates, trained like domestic poultry All the horses suddenly neighed in unison, slammed their bodies to meet the abrupt horse, pawed the ground with their front hooves, and jumped up with the people on the saddle, rushing towards each other.

The sudden change accelerated the pace of the battle between the two sides. The Minister of War's anxious eyes were bloodshot. What's going on? How did the flattery suddenly lose control? People, even if the head falls, it will be too late to regret.

Frowning tightly, his eager eyes turned to Old General Pan who was also frowning, his heart hanging high in his throat was inexplicably relieved, and before his heart fluttered, he saw Jiang who was beside Old General Pan. The old general slapped "Okay" which could be heard almost miles away.

The corner of the Minister of War's mouth twitched, his brows frowned even tighter, and old General Pan's eyes also showed joy.

Looking around, looking up from time to time to look into the distance, there is a faint flash of white between the lush vegetation.

The huge fist is clenched tightly, the veins and blood vessels on the forehead protrude, the blood boils instantly, BMW is hard to find, every general has a few favorites in his heart, BMW horse, magic weapon, whichever is in his heart Number, but everything is hard to come by.

Old General Jiang stood up excitedly, clenched his fists and waved his voice like a bell: "The king of ten thousand horses, that horse is definitely a horse, Lao Pan, let's watch a bird race, hurry up, call someone to go Surround the mountains to catch the king of horses."

Old General Pan's face was also flushed and he was very excited. Fortunately, he still had some reason in his heart. He pushed down the excited Old General Jiang, and said sharply, "Don't die. Your Majesty is sitting on top."

Old General Jiang shrank his head in fear, scratched his ears anxiously, his brow was sweating, his feet moved restlessly, and he kept looking towards the top of the mountain.

Old General Pan was also anxious, his eyelids were trembling, his hands were clenched and loosened, his old heart had already flown away, his mind was full of thoughts of a good BMW, and he couldn't hold anything else.

I sighed in my heart, I was born a horse like a horse, and it was worthwhile to go through this life in the world.

The Shangshu of the Ministry of War was impatient, and the competition in the field became more and more fierce. The spears swept across, the long knives slashed, and the horseshoes kicked wildly. The killing intent was awe-inspiring, and it almost turned into reality. It is not an exaggeration to say that there is a dangerous phenomenon that is confusing.

People kept being swept off their horses by weapons. The hoofs of the horses were raised high, and there was a rapid neighing sound. The hearts of those who noticed all this rose to their throats, and they swallowed subconsciously. To be trampled into a disabled person with a broken body and bones.

But what everyone was worried about didn't happen at all. The horse's hooves raised high mercilessly kicked the ass of the queue camp. When the horse was kicked upright, it yelled. Returning back, the buttocks were pouted, and the long ponytail was swung triumphantly. Unexpectedly, the person on the horseback was unsteady, screamed, and rolled to the ground, protecting his head with his hands, before he had time to hide in all directions. The whole scene was covered with horse legs, and was rolled out of the field by a soft whip.

Outside the competition venue, Yao Chuanqi was biting a green peach in Kachaka, throwing out the whip from time to time, just like fishing, and retrieved the prey leisurely. rear.

The backyard was covered with thick haystacks, surrounded by a wooden fence, and the eyelids twitched witnessing all this, and the corners of the mouth were about to twitch like crazy. No matter how you looked at it, it felt like raising pigs.

The white square and the black square are clearly separated, occupying each side. The people who fell to the ground all hung their heads, their heads were dizzy, their eyes were dazed, and they couldn't figure out the situation at all. How could they be thrown into the pigsty in the blink of an eye.

The crowing of horses on the top of the mountain became more and more urgent, and the competition in the middle of the field made people unable to take their eyes off it.