Chapter 9 Wu Sangui laughed loyally (please collect, recommend, and read)

"Brother Wang, second brother, are you all ready? Okay, I'm going to beat the drum!"

This cheerful voice was made by Wu Xiaotu, a young beauty from Wu Guogui's family. This competition was caused by her. But she was not ashamed, but was very happy. At this moment, she saw Wu Sangui, Wu Yingqi, Wu Guogui, Xia Guozhu, Hu Guozhu, Zhang Guozhu, Wang Pingfan, Ma Bao, Wang Fuchen, Qi Sansheng, Gao Dejie and others all watched the fun, and of course she became even more excited. She even took the initiative to ask Wu Sangui for a drum-beating errand to cheer.

Wu Sangui also spoiled this little fairy very much. He actually waved his hand and asked someone to lift a big drum, allowing Wu Xiaotu to beat and play with it.

At this time, Wang Zhongxiao had already changed into a special armor for horse riding competitions. The outer side of the armor was covered with cowhide, and a thick layer of cotton pad inside. A small cotton hat and a hard-skinned helmet were also buckled on his head.

This set of protective gear was put on by Wang Fuchen's father himself for Wang Zhongxiao. He was still checking now, looking at this place, checking there for a while, and not stopping his mouth. He whispered over and over again: "Little bastard, you have to keep your hands when you fight later. Wu Laoer said that they are all the grandson of King Pingxi, don't break it!"

"Don't worry, Daddy, that kid is thick-skinned and can't be beaten!"

"Oh, you two have been good friends since childhood. You have been praying for more than once. You can't turn your back on the face for a maid. This is not something that our old Wang family can do. Your brother doesn't count, but we are afraid that we don't like it if we are not as good as the young lady? Why are you fighting with Wu Laoer?"

Wang Zhongxiao looked helpless, spread his hands and whispered: "Dad, how could I compete with Wu Er for a woman? But you know, I am so pretty, and the little ladies are all fascinated by me. And you also know that they are from the Wu family, and they are angry with each other for the beauty!"

"Shhhh." Wang Fuchen immediately became nervous and almost covered Wang Zhongxiao's mouth. "You can't say this nonsense! The King of Pingxi will be angry, and maybe someone will die!"

When Wang Zhongxiao was on the back of the horse, his group of friends, the armed master Yu Deshui, Wang Damazi Wang Zhongxian, Wang Dapao Wang Zhongyi, Little Li Jixiang, Ma Yi Wang Quan, and Wang An, the servant Wang An, were all carrying bamboo poles on their respective war horses.

Wu Shijue was already a little timid, because the formation was already dispersed and ran even more dispersed. Then there was a situation where someone was fast and some people were slow. The old bamboo pole on the opposite side must be painful to stab. And it was not really a fight today, and there was no second wave of cavalry behind, and there was no supervision team to escort them. So it was natural for Wu Shijue's helpers to rush slower and hide to both sides. Only the girl was teased by someone, Wu Shijue was angry and rushed to the front. So the original horizontal team became Wu Shijue's "front arrow formation" in a short while.

Wang Zhongxiao roared again: "Go forward! Walk slowly!"

This is a signal that both sides of the competition can start to launch an impact!

"Fuchen," Wu Sangui felt the formation was fresh when he saw it, so he asked Wang Fuchen beside him, "You are also in Datong?"

Wu Shicong, who was the referee, saw this scene clearly. Wu Yingqi's son was neat and neat. He immediately picked up a small wooden hammer and hit a gong next to him, announcing the end of the competition!

After saying this, he strided hard toward a war horse not far away with a shoulder height of more than four feet and three inches and a red fur. This war horse was called "Red Cat", which sounded similar to "Red Rabbit", but in fact it was far inferior to Red Rabbit. It was only tall among short Mongolian horses.

However, even if the branches and leaves could not sweep away the enemy's feather arrows, Wang Zhongxiao still had a rattan card that could cover the vital parts. After sitting firmly on the horse's back, Wang Zhongxiao raised the bamboo pole and waved it. The few horses scattered around all swiped the Pegasus over, and with Wang Zhongxiao as the center, a horizontal lineup was arranged that could almost touch the knees. Everyone held a bridle in his right hand and a gun in his left hand with the gun head facing upwards.

At this time, Wu Xiaotu beat the second skin drum.

Wait, why is it one to seven?

While laughing, he also placed the long bamboo pole in his hand flattened and began to move forward at a fast pace.

At this time, Wu Shijue had already discovered something was wrong. Where are the friends around him? He agreed to fight seven. Now the seven knights lined up like a wall. Why are there only one person left here?

Although this short gun is weak during impact, it is convenient for the gun to be used immediately, and can be assassinated, swung, and dialed with both hands. Therefore, Wu Shijue felt that he did not have the chance to win. As long as he could withstand Wang Zhongxiao's waves, he would be sure to win.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong."

"This little girl is quite energetic!" Wang Zhongxiao couldn't help but praise.

The few people below shouted together.

Wang Zhongxiao looked around and the team was very neat. It seemed that the training these days had not been in vain. However, except for himself and Wang Zhongxian and Wang Zhongyi, the other people's immediate skills were quite average. So Wang Zhongxiao put himself in the middle and let Wang Zhongxian on the right and Wang Zhongyi on the left.

However, Wang Zhongxiao's team was very good - one inch longer and one inch longer and one inch longer and courage! The longer the rod in his hand, the more courage it is. Besides, all the brothers around Wu Shijue have dispersed, and he is the only one who is still rushing stupidly. Who is afraid of him?

At the same time, about 250 steps away, Wu Shijue had already carried his gun and lined up a line of horizontal lines with six other Wu family servants. However, compared with Wang Zhongxiao's horizontal lines, his team was much looser. Moreover, the carbines they used were shorter than Wang Zhongxiao's bamboo poles, and the carbines used in Pingxi Fan were two meters long. It was not shorter among carbines, but they were still much worse than the bamboo poles that were two meters smaller than the opponent.

Wu Shijue's reaction was really fast. When he found that the horse was about to lie flat, he quickly took off his right foot from the kickstick, stretched his right leg back, and threw the spear in his hand, spread his arms, and hugged the horse's neck. Then he fell down with the man and the horse.

With the sound of horse hooves, the two teams of knights on the martial arts field began to get close quickly. At first glance, the formations of the two teams of knights were neat, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that Wang Zhongxiao's team of knights is not only neat but also dense, and everyone is holding a long bamboo pole in his hand. This momentum suddenly rises.

Wang Fuchen's Yang family's shooting skills are very good, and they can even be called the No. 1 in the world. Wang Zhongxiao obtained his true teachings and his shooting skills are also excellent, but he did not expect that today he used the long bamboo pole to add a intensive horizontal team.

So Wang Fuchen was a little stunned and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Of course, the "fast running" speed determined by Wang Zhongxiao for himself and his subordinates is not particularly fast, it is the kind of fast running that can be stopped at any time. If he really has to sprint with all his strength, his formation will be dispersed. And if he sprints with all his strength, he can't stop it. If Wu Shijue stomped to death with his horse's hooves, he wouldn't be able to contain the girl.

Seeing that the seven knights on the opposite side had already laid flat bamboo poles and rushed over in unison!

However, Wu Sangui didn't ask any further, because the most nervous time had already come!

As Wu Xiaotu's drumming sound became more and more rapid, the speed of the rushing on both sides was also accelerating. Wu Shijue was already a little scattered, while Wang Zhongxiao continued to maintain a relatively tight formation, and accelerated steadily, taking a slow step, then taking a quick step, and then running. Although there were only seven horses, it still gave people a feeling of crushing.

Wang Fuchen, who was beside him, also looked at it, as if he didn't see it clearly, so he took out a single-tube Qianli Mile Mile Mile Mile and looked carefully. After reading it, he nodded and said, "It's really energetic, not bad, this girl Wu Xiaotu looks like Wu Guogui, and she became a beauty in the blink of an eye! Little bastard, you are not interested in her again, right?"

At this time, Wu Shijue suddenly roared and began to advance with his several cavalrymen.

He looked at Wu Shijue and his men opposite him, and formed a loose formation, with each hand a two-meter-long cavalry spear with the gun head removed. They all held the bridle in the left hand and held the gun with the right armpit, and raised the tip of the gun upwards, making a new moon-like force - this is the first standard horse-speech technique in the "Yang Family Spear Book" handed down from the Ming Dynasty.

Wang Zhongxiao silently estimated the distance between the two sides, and then shouted: "Step 30, jog 30, then put the flat bamboo pole, run forward quickly!"

Wang Zhongxiao also took a bamboo pole two feet long from a personal soldier of Wang Fuchen and danced hard. It was a shame that the branches and leaves on the top of the bamboo pole were cut off, otherwise there would be no need to compete today's competition.

Actually, it is not, it is not that secret. The cavalry formation used by Wang Fuchen in Datong was similar to that of Wu Shicong, and he used the "Yang Family Spear" that was 1,600 feet long - this is a spear most commonly used by the Ming army, and it also has a special matching spear technique.

At this time, the drum sounded suddenly. When Wang Zhongxiao heard the sound, he saw Wu Xiaotu, who was fluttering in white clothes, waving two wooden hammers and hitting the skin drum hard. The drum sound became more and more urgent, and it was as tight as a while.

As he spoke, Wang Fuchen waved his hand and made a beheading gesture.

Moreover, once the bamboo pole shakes, the branches and leaves on the top will sway together, sweeping a large area up and down, left and right, and maybe sweeping down the feather arrows shot by the enemy.

As soon as the horse stood up, the three bamboo poles could no longer poke Wu Shijue, and they all poked them into the horse's belly. Then there was the sound of the bamboo pole breaking with "crack, crack, crack"!

The bamboo pole was broken, and several bamboo poles had their heads pierced into the flesh. How big is this? If it was stabbed on Wu Shijue, he would probably have someone to poke it down from the horse's back. But now he has avoided it, but his horse has stopped. The owner actually used its horse's belly as a bamboo pole for him. This is too unhappy for the horse! The horse was so painful, afraid and angry, and couldn't stand steadily. He neighed and lay flat on his right side.

At this time, Wu Shijue was also a little cowardly because he found that the bamboo pole opposite him was really long and much longer than the guy in his hand. This was obviously a trick!

What made Wu Shijue feel even more overwhelmed was that the long bamboo pole on the opposite side was still shaking violently. God knows where it would be stabbed? It would be fine if it was stabbed on the body, but what should I do if it was stabbed on the face? And this was not a shaking bamboo pole, but seven of him, Wu Shijue had a gun in his hand, and he was attacking seven times. The advantage was that of the enemy!

But Wu Shijue was negligent and did not realize that his subordinates were all cowards with no loyalty. He also rode a horse and rushed forward, even starting to accelerate and sprint.

Wang Zhongxiao shrank his neck, thinking that this matter was indeed a taboo under the Pingxi King's vassal. Wu Sangui, an old traitor, was not small, but whoever dared to mention "a angrily a woman in a bad mood" would be sure to be anxious with whom he would be anxious.

How to fight this?

Just when he was stunned, the long bamboo pole opposite had already poked over! At least three or four long bamboo poles were swaying randomly and poked at Wu Shijue and the horse under his crotch. Wu Shijue, who reacted, quickly tied the reins hard, and the horse he was riding was running well. Suddenly, he saw many poles coming in front of him. Just when he was thinking about whether to hide, the reins suddenly tightened. The horse's mouth was hurt, and it was a "sparkling" protest, and then raised its front hooves, supporting the ground with only two hind hooves, and stood up.

Fortunately, the Wang family's father and son spoke softly, and Wu Sangui's ears should not be so agile in the martial arts competition.

Wang Zhongxiao became even more proud. When he thought of the prizes he could win, he couldn't help laughing out loud: "Wowhaha"

"No, no," Wang Zhongxiao shook his head immediately, "I haven't even looked carefully yet!"

"Yeah!"

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong."

Wu Shijue, who was holding the horse's neck and falling to the ground, knew that he had lost when he heard the gong. He also lost his sister to Wang Zhongxiao, a shameless person!

What should I do?

He was anxious when he heard Wu Sangui's laughter: "Hahahaha. Good skills, I succeed in one blow, it's true! If thousands of iron cavalry enter like a wall, where can't they go in the world?"

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