"What, they won't fight me?"

Yang Feng received this unfortunate news as soon as he arrived in Zhengzhou.

The masters of Shaolin Temple are not stupid. He is carrying an 800-pound giant axe and his invincible reputation on the battlefield. Although the masters of Shaolin Temple believe that they are superb in martial arts, they also know that there is no one in the temple who can swing an 800-pound giant axe, so he can never beat such a change. Why are they fooled like this in this way?

Although they would also like to solve this problem in this way.

To be honest, the masters are also guilty.

After all, their reliance is the terrain of Hulao Pass and Yuyuan Pass. However, the fierceness of the Ming army's mortar cannons and bullets these days also made them frightened. They have been killed and injured thousands of them until now. The masters are also frightened. After all, they can't defend for a while. In fact, deserters have begun to appear now. At this speed, there are stalemates for two months. I'm afraid they will run away without the Ming army attacking. If there is a perfect solution, they are willing to take a step back, but the problem is that the dog emperor must show some sincerity.

You have no sincerity!

The thousands of troops of the Tartars on the battlefield can't stop you. Do you let us monks who have never beat Yu Dayou in one fight back then fight you?

Do you think we are stupid?

"That's how it works!"

Yang Feng pondered for a moment.

It is obvious that his feat of fighting Shaolin Temple alone cannot be achieved, but he is ultimately unwilling to accept Shaolin Kung Fu if he doesn't fight.

"Let's do this, I won't fight them, but I still set up a ring in Shaolin Temple. This remains unchanged. Both sides pick five people, so let these five people fight on the ring. Five games and three wins. If they win Shaolin Temple, then it's not just them. All the temples and temple properties in the entire Henan Prefecture are considered to be given to each temple. The land of the gentry is also not collected, but if they lose, then the elders of each temple and the gentry who participated in the resistance to me will have a dead end."

Yang Feng said gloomyly.

That's all.

This kind of ring competition successfully solved the problem. Soon after the Ming army envoy went to Hulao Pass, Master Hai Kuan, the host of Shaolin Temple who was leading the monks, immediately agreed.

As long as the dog emperor doesn't play in person, they still have the courage to fight.

Not only them, but when they heard that the temples and gentry in the entire Henan Prefecture could benefit, the elders and gentry of temples in Luoyang and around immediately joined the team supporting the game.

Immediately after their petition, Li Guo also agreed.

In fact, for Li Gou, the defense of Hulao Pass and Hulao Pass was meaningless, because at the same time, the Ming army on the southern front captured Xuchang, and Lu Guangzu, the general of Zuo Liangyu who guarded Xuchang, abandoned the city and fled. The Ruzhou defended directly turned against him and captured the generals with the people to surrender to the Ming army. In this way, the Ming army actually locked up the Lulao Pass. For him, the meaning of defending Luoyang was only to protect the Lulao Pass. Since this exit was locked, it would lose its meaning. He was not interested in defending the temple property for the bald head and agreed to this ring game in exchange for the Ming army to stop attacking forward. He could calmly withdraw the Shun army in Hulao Pass and Hulao Pass and directly retreat to Hulao Pass to defend Guanzhong.

As for whether the monks can win...

That's nothing to do with Li!

In short, Shunjun withdrew, let the bald donkeys do this Luoyang matter!

In this way, on the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, 19th year of Chongzhen, Emperor Yang led a battalion of bandits. Under the supervision of five thousand monks in Zhensongguan, the newly built Guancheng in the modern Shaolin Reservoir, riding a rhino carrying a giant sword and shield, swaggeringly passing through Guancheng. With thousands of monks holding swords and guns on both sides, they were welcomed to Shaolin Temple by Master Haikuan.

A battalion is the maximum limit they can accept. After all, Shaolin Temple is behind Zhensong Pass. What if Yang Feng led more Ming troops and directly attack Guancheng from behind? Of course, what they don’t know is that Yang Feng himself can attack their Guancheng if he wants.

At this time, the arena in Shaolin Temple had been set.

Nearly a thousand masters of various temples and gentry of Luoyang who were extremely concerned about this game had already sat in front of the ring and waited.

"Why, I don't even understand the minimum etiquette!"

Yang Feng sat upright on the rhino and shouted.

The elders and gentry hesitated and looked at each other, but no one stood up after all.

Yang Feng sneered.

Then he waved his hand back, and eight hundred infantry soldiers of the bandit army quickly lined up. All the soldiers carried bayonet guns with bayonet guns on their shoulders. Eight hundred people divided into four rows to stand in a horizontal line. Following the command of the battalion commander, the soldiers were neatly placed under their shoulders like machines, and the butts stood in their hands. Slim guns pointed at the sky. Although the entire team was not big, they released a chilling murderous aura.

"Your Majesty, I wonder who you are going to fight?"

Master Haikuan stepped forward and asked.

"All soldiers here can do it, but this game is not comparable to fists and feet, but directly compare equipment. You can use any weapon, as long as the length of the weapon does not exceed the bayonet gun with a bayonet. My soldiers only use bayonet gun and bayonet, and will not fire. The two sides are limited to death. The dead will lose. The deceased will win three games. If you win, Henan Palace will be an exception. If you lose, you will all die. Do you think it is fair?"

Yang Feng said.

Haikuan looked at the masters and gentry, most of them nodded. He immediately said to Yang Feng: "Then I will obey Your Majesty's will."

Then he waved his hand.

Behind him, a fierce monk came forward with a rifle knife, bowed to Yang Feng and said, "I have seen Your Majesty Yongxin, and I am willing to fight with Your Majesty's soldiers!"

Yang Feng nodded.

"You, leave!"

He said, pointing at a soldier casually.

The soldier immediately stepped forward and knelt down on one knee with a bandit gun.

"Lin Sheng, a gang of sergeants from the first brigade of the 1st brigade of the gang, the third battalion, the second troop of the gang, met with His Majesty."

He shouted loudly.

"Go on stage and kill this thief bald!"

Yang Feng said.

"Abide by the order!"

Lin Sheng shouted loudly.

Then he stood up and ran quickly onto the ring, and the monk named Yongxin ran upwards. The two stood opposite each other in the middle of the ring. Lin Sheng held the Bangkok gun with both hands and pointed his fingers slightly upward, staring at Yongxin motionlessly, turning with his movement. The latter was holding a knife in his hand and kept turning around him. The knife danced into a silver light and kept roaring, which looked scary.

This scene made Yang Feng feel inexplicably nervous.

Although he lost, it was just a special case for Henan Prefecture. At this time, Henan Prefecture included one state and thirteen counties, and most of them were mountainous counties. Even if there was a special case, it was no big deal, but it was still very shameful. By the way, the reputation of Shaolin Temple was also passed down to the world. This kind of war related to the survival of Shaolin Temple will definitely be unreserved. Those who were dispatched were all real masters, hands...

"kill!"

There was a sudden roar like thunder.

The master stopped.

Yongxin lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the Killing Gun who was stabbing his chest. As for the pyramid pierced at the muzzle, the pyramid pierced completely penetrated his body. At the same time, Lin Sheng suddenly pulled back, and the spier pierced immediately with blood. Then the same blood shot out from the triangle wound under the residual pressure of the heart.

Yongxin twitched a few times, and his body fell weakly on the ring.

"Turn, turn around, turn around, turn around!"

Lin Sheng said angrily.

"Your Majesty, I will reply!"

Then he walked off the stage and said with a sound of his chin resting, kneeling under Yang Feng's rhino.

"Can you continue to kill?"

Yang Feng, whose chin has also just been reset, said.

"Go back to your Majesty, you can!"

Lin Sheng said.

"Then let's go on stage and continue!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

The assassination champion of the Bandits' Warriors' competition last year, walked onto the stage again with the Bandits' gun with a bayonet. Master Haikuan waved his hand silently, and another monk came onto the stage with a red tassel gun. It was obvious that Haikuan also understood that this thing had to be used to deal with it. He had actually committed a foul. The flower gun was nearly two meters long, which was one-meter-7 meters long after the bayonet.

But Yang Feng did not stop him.

After the two stood in a row, the monk stopped turning around. He trembled the flower gun in his hand and thrust it out. Lin Sheng knocked the bayonet outward. After blocking the flower gun, he also roared and stabbed the bayonet straight. The monk was also good at it. Then he turned sideways, and the bayonet pierced the air on his right side. But the next moment Lin Sheng came to him and sucked the bandit gun in his hand with a horizontal buttstock. The monk suddenly took a step back to avoid the fierce attack. Lin Sheng also took a step back and looked at each other with vigilant eyes.

The masters and gentry roared excitedly and cheered for the monk.

Suddenly, the monk roared and stabbed the flower gun in his hand again. This time he cleverly opened the distance. Taking advantage of his flower gun being slightly longer than the bandit gun, he shook a red afterimage, which made people dazzled, as if countless flower guns stabbed Lin Sheng at the same time.

The latter seemed to be stunned.

He pointed upwards with the bayonet gun with a bayonet, staring motionlessly at the red afterimage ahead.

"Good shooting skills!"

The cheers rang out immediately.

Amid their cheers, the monk suddenly stepped forward, and a little cold light came straight to Lin Sheng's chest in the red afterimage, the next moment...

"If you assassinate, you will assassinate. Why do you do so many tricks? Do you know that the speed after you accumulate energy is the fastest? After playing so many tricks, do you still have the strength to stab the speed at the beginning? Assassination is just such a simple action, and you have to do so many inexplicable things. This is what makes you kill people and not perform on the street. Could it be that applause can be exchanged for your life?"

Lin Sheng said speechlessly.

The monk could no longer hear what Lin Sheng said, because Lin Sheng's bayonet was nailed to the heart position.

Then Lin Sheng pulled out the bayonet.

"Who else?"
Chapter completed!