After the cannon fodder fell into my arms

twelve,

Today, the sky is bright and clear.

On the open school field, the flag fluttered in the wind.

The royal school yard is located in the eastern suburbs of Kyoto, surrounded by mountains on three sides. Since the former dynasty, it has been continuously repaired and expanded. Although it is still not as endless as the paddock in autumn, it is still very vast.

On weekdays, it is the place where the princes and nobles of Daliang relax and hunt, and the Beijing camp garrison not far away occasionally uses this place for drills.

Sitting on the high platform, Emperor Jianzhao was full of spirits, sweeping away the gloomy temperament of the past: "Everyone shows their housekeeping skills today. Those who perform well will be rewarded heavily and promoted to a higher level."

The king of Beijiang didn't give way too much: "My bravest sons, let Daliang see how powerful you are."

"Yes!"

Shocking cheers immediately sounded from all around the school grounds.

Although everyone's emotions have reached their peak, after all, Daliang and Beijiang's main purpose this time is to form an alliance, show their strength, and communicate friendlyly, not to fight each other.

Therefore, the actual communication project is actually relatively peaceful.

The first is the one-on-one arena competition, then the regular horse racing, archery, and finally the flag-planting battle.

There are ten contests in the arena, with ten players from each side competing against each other one by one.

In order to avoid casualties, when competing in the arena, everyone must fight with bare hands. In this case, it is a fight of strength and a fight of reaction speed.

People in Beijiang are tall, strong, and muscular, and they are naturally superior in terms of strength.

Coupled with the fact that most of them live in jungles and deserts and feed on hunting, their reactions are naturally not bad. It is rumored that when they drink water outside, they have to turn half of their body sideways to observe behind them.

The soldiers and civilians of Daliang have lived in the prosperous and prosperous age for many years, how can they compare with the people of northern Xinjiang in the harsh environment.

So, after six games.

"Ah, great, I won again."

"Now we have won five games. As long as we win one more game, the winner will be decided." The king of Beijiang shouted excitedly.

"Great, Ai Zezi, this king will give you ten slaves." The king of Beijiang took a big gulp of his drink.

Emperor Jianzhao's complexion was a bit ugly.

in the past six games.

Except for the third match, when Gu Siyuan's casual command of the Forbidden Army entered the field, relying on his excellent lightness kung fu to dodge the entanglement and win, all the others lost.

Especially in the fourth game, Beijiang sent a master named Ai Zezi, who was both offensive and defensive. Although his body was huge, he was incredibly calm and sharp.

The Liang Guards who were fighting against him originally wanted to imitate the tactics of their companions in the previous round, using lightness kung fu to lure and exhaust him, but he caught him in the gap after a while, and punched him like lightning and thunder, and directly killed him. The Daliang Forbidden Army knocked down the ring.

By the fifth match, Ai Zezi should have stepped down to replace someone else.

But this person's personality was unexpectedly publicized, and he only said to Emperor Jianzhao and the king of Beijiang: "It was difficult for me to find an opponent in Beijiang, and I finally came to Daliang who is an outstanding man. I really want to understand the power of the Daliang Forbidden Army. One game, and then step down when you lose.

Although his words broke the rules, the words were very pleasant, and the atmosphere at the scene was extremely warm.

The king of Beijiang was the first to agree, and Emperor Jianzhao naturally couldn't refuse, otherwise, wouldn't it mean that they are powerful and can't find anyone who can defeat this guy.

Therefore, in the next fifth game, Ai Zezi will play in Beijiang.

Realizing how powerful Ai Zezi is, Daliang also prepared for it, and specially let a forbidden soldier with the best lightness kung fu come on the field. Hit off the stage.

Then, what was even more frightening was that the forbidden army in the sixth game was defeated by Ai Zezi again.

As a result, Ai Zezi has won three games in a row, but Daliang has lost five games in total.

Even if they win all the remaining four games, they can only get a draw.

As the host, such a performance is unjustifiable, and it is really a big loss of face.

Guan Zhuoyi, the commander-in-chief of the Forbidden Army, frowned deeply. He carefully selected all the Forbidden Army for the competition. After losing so many games, doesn't it mean that he has no eyes, or that he is a waste at all? , Will not educate.

He squinted his eyes, and walked up to Gu Siyuan who was guarding above the high platform: "Siyuan, you can go to this game later, and you must help us earn back face."

Gu Siyuan was in charge of Emperor Jianzhao's safety and stood very close to him.

Emperor Jianzhao naturally also heard the conversation, and immediately nodded slightly at him.

Gu Siyuan replied coldly: "Yes."

At this time, on the ring below, Ai Zezi was full of ambition, and shouted repeatedly: "Guarantees of the Forbidden Army in Daliang, come up quickly, come up quickly, let Ai Zezi show you how powerful you are! There will only be three of you!" Is there no one left?"

The imperial guards waiting and the Daliang people watching the battle turned pale with anger.

"I come."

A cold male voice sounded.

Then, like a falcon, a figure gracefully and neatly leaped down from the high platform.

When everyone saw his appearance clearly, they couldn't help exclaiming a little.

"It's General Gu!"

"General Gu can definitely."

That Ai Zezi looked at Gu Siyuan and listened to the reactions of the people around him, knowing that this person might have some strength.

He asked: "The clothes you wear seem to be of a higher level than theirs. Are you also a forbidden army? Are you their leader?"

Gu Siyuan raised his eyes and said softly, "You can say that."

Ai Zezi: "You are still so young, I hope you can really be better than them!"

Gu Siyuan's expression remained unchanged: "Of course it will impress you."

Ai Zezi laughed loudly; "That's the best, come on!"

However, this person looks big and thick, and his mouth is bright and loose, but in fact he is very cautious. He did not wait in place like the previous three games, but his body tensed up instantly, and he began to attack proactively.

Its strength is boundless, and its arms are like a huge pillar, which is extremely penetrating. When it is punched out, it instantly makes the sound of breaking the wind like piercing the air.

In the first three rounds, except for the sixth round of the forbidden army who punched him three or four times because of their thick skin and flesh, the other two forbidden soldiers who are good at lightness kung fu were all caught by this person, so they hit them with one blow.

Ai Zezi's actions like this are to use his power to overwhelm others, and he wants to put pressure on Gu Siyuan to retreat. The so-called momentum first fights, second, and third is exhausted. If you retreat at the beginning, you will inevitably affect the mood.

Unexpectedly, Gu Siyuan twitched the corner of his mouth and did not evade at all, but slowly raised a fist, apparently wanting to confront him head-on.

Gu Siyuan is already very tall among ordinary people, but compared with a special giant like Ai Zezi, his body is not as good as that of an adult or a child.

Seeing his movements, Ai Zezi laughed out loud in amazement: "This little arm of yours will be broken into several pieces by my fist, just dodge it honestly!"

The other people present also stared wide-eyed.

"..." Xie Xuan sat under the stage, his thin white fingers twisted into a ball.

The next moment, the two fists that were extremely contrasting, directly collided.

"Crack..." There was a crisp sound.

A huge figure flew upside down, flew to the edge of the ring, smashed the board, and fell down.

It was Ai Zezi who was still full of air just now.

"Ahhh!"

"General Gu has won!"

"General Gu, the number one master in Daliang!"

Xie Xuan's twisted fingers finally spread out, and he complained silently in his heart: No wonder he was picked up with one hand when nothing happened, and he said some stupid words when nothing happened. ?

Thinking about it, he couldn't help mourning for himself. With such strength, would he really have a chance to stand up in the future?

Do you really have to be bullied by him for the rest of your life?

However, when he looked up again, seeing Gu Siyuan's light armor on the ring, with one hand behind his back, with a calm and peerless face, Xie Xuan couldn't help but itch, wanting to stay in his arms for the rest of his life.

So, it's not really bullying...

Convince yourself successfully.

On the other side, Gu Siyuan looked at the Northern Xinjiang team indifferently: "It is difficult for me to find an opponent in Daliang. I heard that the soldiers and people in Northern Xinjiang are brave. It is rare to meet each other this time. I really want to understand the strength of the northern Xinjiang warriors." , so can you also be a challenger and not step down until you are defeated?"

"Hahaha……"

There was a burst of laughter immediately from the audience.

This was the request that Ai Zezi made earlier, but Gu Siyuan almost copied it at this moment.

The Northern Border King's complexion changed slightly.

However, this is what they started first, and they can't just allow themselves to set fires and not allow others to light lamps.

Moreover, they are asking for something this time.

He could only laugh heartily a few times: "Yes, of course, it ended too quickly just now, and this king also wants to continue to see the strength of this little general!"

With that said, he turned his head to look at Emperor Jianzhao: "Your Majesty, what do you think?"

Of course, Emperor Jianzhao would not refuse: "Siyuan is young and arrogant, let him experience it."

The king of Beijiang nodded kindly, and when he turned around, he said solemnly: "Batur, this time you go."

"Yes."

Batur immediately responded and stood firmly with one ups and downs.

Gu Siyuan had met Batur several times, because he was the personal guard of the King of Northern Xinjiang, and he was almost inseparable.

He is not as tall and terrifying as other northern Xinjiang warriors, but there is also one who is about 1.9 meters tall, a little taller than Gu Siyuan, and his whole person is restrained to the extreme.

The so-called martial arts, the emphasis is on retracting and releasing freely, and retracting is several times more difficult than releasing.

If a person sees his blood boiling, he is naturally a powerful person; but if a person is as calm as a pool of water, then he must be more vigilant.

However, facing such an opponent, Gu Siyuan's expression remained calm, as if nothing in the world could be taken seriously by him.

Batur focused his eyes slightly, nodded to Gu Siyuan and said, "Please."

After the voice fell, the whole person quickly backed away from the attack range.

He had also fought against Ai Zezi before, and he knew how terrifying his strength was. Back then, he defeated Ai Zezi only with the combination of lightness kung fu and martial arts.

But this man can fly with one punch.

Therefore, the fighting party will be replaced by their Northern Xinjiang.

Gu Siyuan stood still, feeling the howling wind beside him, and watched Batur's figure flash back and forth, left and right.

I was a little surprised in my heart, this person is a frontier barbarian, his light kung fu is actually better than their Central Plains people, not only moves extremely fast, but also has a bit of psychedelic feeling, which makes people unable to tell the real from the fake.

The one who had the best lightness kung fu in the Forbidden Army before was not as good as him.

Of course I am not as good as myself.

What kind of martial arts inheritance does this person have?

"Shua..." A fist shadow came towards him.

Gu Siyuan tilted his head slightly, and quickly dodged, the sound of the wind passing by his ears.

Then, another kick came.

Gu Siyuan bent back neatly and dodged again.

Although my qinggong is not so human, but my reaction speed is top-notch, and I can dodge any attack; this qinggong is said to be able to confuse, but there is only one person, and there will only be one attack, and the others are all fake .

Half a cup of tea passed, Batur tried several attacks, but always returned without success.

Gu Siyuan also only dodged the whole time.

"Why does General Gu always hide?" Some palace spectators felt that it was not exciting enough and complained aloud.

Immediately, a cold gaze shot over.

The man consciously made a slip of the tongue, and immediately shut his mouth tightly.

After a while, he slowly glanced sideways, and looked in the direction of that gaze, only to find that the lazily crooked figure was actually

Your Highness the Sixth Prince.

The palace man secretly said: It must be an illusion just now, the sixth prince and Gu Langjiang are the most at odds.

on the ring.

"Almost." Gu Siyuan said softly.

At this moment, a sharp shadow of a fist attacked him directly from the right side, which was more powerful than the previous attacks. It seems that Batur was already tired from using such brilliant lightness kung fu continuously. , I want a quick fix.

This time, Gu Siyuan didn't tilt his head or bend down to avoid it.

Instead, just like the previous game, he raised his right hand.

The next moment, just as the shadow of the fist was about to hit his side face, his wide palm was directly clenched tightly on the wrist of the fist, and the fist could no longer advance a single point.

At the same time, he raised his left hand and punched out.

"Buzz..." sounded.

When the fist hit Batur's chest, the fist wind flew with his sleeves and slapped the lower half of Batur's face directly. Only Batur's wide eyes could be seen, and there were countless shocks and inconceivable expressions in it. .

After that, Gu Siyuan released his right hand, and Batur flew out directly, not on the edge of the ring, but directly landed on the dirt floor.

Gu Siyuan stood up straight, looked in the direction of the people from Beijiang and said indifferently: "Next one, come on!"

"Ahhh! General Gu!"

"General Gu!"

"The number one master, the number one master in Daliang!"

The atmosphere of the entire school ground reached its peak in an instant.

People love to watch victories, especially after such tension and anxiety, God will win a stroke of luck.

"Gu Xun! General Gu!"

In the audience, many teenagers and girls from high-ranking officials also looked over shyly.

Because the princess of Beijiang also came, this time Emperor Jianzhao waved his hand, and many princesses and princesses from his own Daliang also came to the school grounds to watch, and officials of the third rank and above could also bring their own children.

Xie Xuan looked at the excited shouts of the audience, and his heart turned from initial excitement to shivering, and secretly curled his lips and said: "Huh, they are all people with their own masters, but they are quite eye-catching."

Xie Huan was next door to him, although he couldn't hear what he just said, but seeing his demeanor, he knew that it might not be a good thing.

Immediately, he raised his voice on purpose: "Sixth Brother, it is obvious that Gu Lang will win, why does Sixth Brother still look unhappy?"

This sound attracted the attention of everyone present.

Xie Xuan raised his head, his eyes were dark, and he said casually: "Brother Si Huang is probably wrong."

At this moment of movement, even Gu Siyuan's indifferent gaze on the ring swept over.

Xie Huan was even more proud, and continued to reprimand him hypocritically: "Although the sixth brother and Gu Langjiang have always been at odds, but Gu Lang will win glory for Liang, the sixth brother should not make such a gesture."

Although because of the series of incidents that Xie Xuan caused earlier, the reputation of loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness that Xie Huan painstakingly managed was gone.

But these words are reasonable.

Emperor Jianzhao on the high platform rarely continued to pretend to cover Xie Xuan in front of outsiders, but sternly reprimanded him: "How can Xuan'er be so ignorant of the general situation."

"My son knows his mistake." Xie Xuan naturally knew that the father and son were digging a hole for him, so he answered dryly, and didn't bother to talk to them anymore.

There are three remaining arena competitions.

The people from Beijiang who played again were worse than Batur, even Ai Zezi. Gu Siyuan punched down, and his opponent immediately retreated from the ring.

All opponents are unable to take one move in his hands.

The situation of this contest showed a one-sided trend in an instant.

After all ten games are over.

The King of Beijiang looked at Emperor Jianzhao: "Your Majesty the Emperor still hides such a master?"

Emperor Jianzhao laughed loudly: "Daliang Wufu Minfeng, there are countless heroes."

The king of Beijiang looked at the five big and three rough, but his mind was very delicate, and he quickly smiled and said: "Hahahaha! Your Majesty the Emperor! The masters of the beams are really extraordinary. Our warriors in the northern border have given up for the time being!"

Emperor Jianzhao saw that he was so straightforward, but he was embarrassed and said: "It can only be considered a tie. Everyone wins five games."

The arena is over.

Next comes the horse race, which is basically a solo show by people from northern Xinjiang.

This time, the people from Beijiang did not raise any more arrogantly, and it is naturally difficult for Daliang to mention whoever wants to defend the ring.

Thus, the results of the ten games came down.

Except for Gu Siyuan who appeared last and a certain two guards who were very familiar with horses, everyone else lost, seven to three, Daliang lost.

However, everyone had expected this result. The northern Xinjiang people grew up on horseback, and two of the victories were won by female warriors.

Everyone was immersed in the wonderful competition, even Gu Siyuan watched it with great interest, these people from northern Xinjiang are really good, their folk customs are tough, and all the people are soldiers.

The horse race is over, and the archery competition begins.

People from northern Xinjiang drink blood like hair, and their shooting skills are naturally very good.

However, Daliang had sufficient supplies, and archery was a skill that was required to be practiced in the army every day. The Daliang people had some advantages in this regard, and the two sides were at a stalemate for a while.

Gu Siyuan only had one, although he won the last match.

But in the end, archery was another draw.

In this way, the first three games were two draws and one loss.

The outcome of the last flag-planting battle is very crucial.

The largest number of people participated in the flag-planting battle, a total of 50 people, [-] people from Daliang and Beijiang each.

One win equals the previous two.

That is to say, as long as Daliang can win, he will immediately become the winner. If he loses, then needless to say, he will be ashamed to his grandma's house.

The rules are also very simple, just like a tower attack game, there are five separate battle platforms. After the game is over, whichever side can plant its own flag on the top of at least three of the battle platforms will be the winner.

The key to the flag-planting battle is not which side is the first to plant the flag, but how to safely and stably guard the flag after it is planted.

Gu Siyuan looked at each battle platform, which was about ten meters high.

Generally speaking, 50 people are divided into five teams, and it is just right for ten people to guard one side.

However, based on the results of the previous arena competition, it can also be known that, except for Gu Siyuan, other Daliang people are not as good as Beijiang people in individual combat.

With the same number of people, Daliang has a high probability of losing.

The warriors from Northern Xinjiang also glanced at Gu Siyuan proudly.

This is not one-on-one, it needs to be spread out, it depends on how you can support the whole process by yourself

After half an hour.

Five referees, three of them from Daliang.

After reading the groupings handed in in black and white, the chief referee of Daliang was stunned for a while, then took a few glances at Gu Siyuan: "General Gu, you must make sure you want to group like this."

Gu Siyuan nodded.

Wait for everyone to stand in front of the starting platform, after the referee gives an order.

As expected, the people in Northern Xinjiang were directly and evenly distributed, and every ten people rushed towards a battle platform, so as to respond to all changes with the same.

Everyone is not surprised.

After all, in terms of individual combat capability, Northern Xinjiang is indeed stronger.

This is the safest distribution method.

However, Gu Siyuan's arrangement shocked everyone's jaws.

"What is Gu Lang doing with that?"

"It's hard for him to want to guard one alone."

"It's crazy!" Xie Xuan retorted unwaveringly.

Then, he added in a low voice, "However, I like..."

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