Wu Gen sat in the tent set up for himself alone, silently adjusting his breath. Two days ago, we arrived at the Xiangjun camp, waiting for the battle to come.
Captain Yuwen attached great importance to this matter and specially ordered people to arrange a place to live and even provide food for them. There are people on duty at Wu Gen's camp at all times to prevent Daxia Kingdom from using some tricks. These days, it is absolutely necessary to be on guard against others.
Looking around, Wu Gen smiled to himself. This was the first time he had been treated like this in the Xiang Army for so long, which was comparable to Qu Chang.
The door of the camp was opened, and a soldier came in to report: "Commander, the time has come, let's set off."
Wu Gen stretched out and said, "Okay, lead the way."
The place where the two sides "discuss" is five miles south of Yehuling. The terrain there is flat and it is not easy to set up an ambush. Each side set up a huge tent for their respective captains and their commanders to rest.
There was a piece of grass in front of the tent, which had been swept over many times by both sides, fearing that the other side would do something dirty.
When they arrived at the camp, Lieutenant Yuwen, who had always been proud, stood up in person, holding hands and explaining, "This battle is about the prestige of the country and the face of the court. I hope Wu Commander will go all out and not disgrace the reputation of the Xiang Army."
Wu Gen had goosebumps all over his body. He endured the discomfort caused by the other party's clenched hand. He secretly cursed in his heart that what is at stake is your face, but there was a look of determination on his face, "Gen should fight to the death. The battle will definitely live up to your high expectations."
"Okay, if all the people in our Xiang army are athletes like Wu Wu, then Daxia has nothing to fear." Captain Yuwen said, glancing at the Qu Chang and Tuen chiefs who were sitting or standing around them. For this battle, he specially called the commanders of the other two battalions to come together. It can be said that he did not take it seriously.
Although Jin Song suggested that two music commanders should be left in the camp to guard against Daxia Kingdom's attack at any time, Captain Yu Wen despised him as overthinking.
The war drums of both sides were beating, Wu Gen straightened his clothes, rode out of the camp and rushed towards Daxia.
On the opposite side, Gan Xing, neatly dressed and holding a mace, rushed out. The two stopped when they were fifty steps away and looked at each other. According to the rules agreed upon by both parties, this competition will involve any means or time limit, and the last person standing will be the winner.
Gan Xing looked at Wu Gen, who was still a little childish, and said loudly: "Boy, before the battle, you have no eyesight. It would be better for you to admit defeat earlier than to die here." That day, Wu Gen was responsible for intercepting and shooting at the scattered enemies. Xing was not impressed.
"Captain Gan, as the old saying goes, don't bully a young man into poverty. Today, you and I are our own masters, and life and death are no longer under our control. How about we have an upright duel as a warrior." Wu Gengong cupped his hands and said. .
After thinking for a while, Gan Xing laughed and said: "Okay, I will come as a warrior. I haven't fought like this with someone for a long time."
"We might as well remove the armor. Wouldn't it be insulting to the dignity of a warrior to wear such an external item?" Wu Gen suggested again.
"Yes. This is refreshing, but boy, without the armor to protect me, my fists and feet will not be forgiving."
"It's not like that for me."
The two of them actually dismounted on the spot and took off their heavy armor.
When both camps saw the strange behavior of the two men, they all started talking, wondering what the two men were doing.
Wu Gen took off his outer armor and then took off his heavy exquisite armor. The exquisite armor fell to the ground, making a dull impact.
"There's something." Gan Xing saw all this and smiled disapprovingly.
Wu Gen shook his head and neck, moved his body, and inadvertently took a dozen steps to one side.
"I heard that you are a corps commander. I will not bully the small ones with the big ones. You should take action first." Gan Xing was a little bored. He originally thought that he could fight again with the nobleman who had ravaged him that day, so he asked for life regardless of his injuries. But such a little guy has never come here. It seems that there is no one in Zhao country.
Wu Gen stood on a mound and looked around. There were soldiers standing on both sides, flags fluttering, and a large open space in the middle.
The sound of drums sounded again, which was the signal for their respective commanders to urge them to go to war.
"Then I'll take advantage." Wu Gen showed his white teeth and looked at the sun.
"Just take action." Gan Xing was a little impatient and used his hand to block the dazzling sunlight. It's a beautiful day and the sun is shining brightly, but it's really uncomfortable to see blood on my hands.
While he was sighing, a black spot suddenly appeared in front of his eyes under the dazzling sunlight. The black spot grew bigger in an instant, and quickly came to him.
"Huh? Ah!" Gan Xing was shocked. How could he not know that the other party was killing him in front of him. When did he draw the sword, when did he get up, how could it be so fast? Maybe Gan Xing was a little confused when he was distracted just now.
Yes, the boy just turned his back to the sun, and the dazzling sunlight blocked his sight. Moreover, he deliberately stood on a high slope, using the force of his downward thrust to speed up his approach.
In an instant, countless thoughts went through Gan Xing's mind. As a frontier soldier who has been fighting for many years, he naturally knows that he was careless just now. This seemingly immature young man had already grasped the best time and place before taking action.
He behaves seasonedly, like a seasoned veteran.
Subconsciously, he raised the mace in his hand to protect himself. A huge force came from Gan Xing. Gan Xing stepped back repeatedly, plowing a deep mark on the ground with his feet.
Only then did Gan Xing see the other party's face clearly. This face is still so innocent, with a touch of fluff hanging around the mouth, and the clean smile still remains on the face.
Gan Xing suddenly became a little angry, how could such a harmless face appear in such a thoughtful and ruthless person, and actually deceived him.
Wu Gen held the knife in both hands, and his body still maintained a forward posture in the air. In this attack, three cuts were used.
Just now, he had secretly taken advantage of himself, just to defeat the enemy with one strike. Fighting on the battlefield is not boxing in the ring, where you come and I go. If you can kill the enemy with one move, you must not use two moves. Otherwise, the battlefield situation will change rapidly, and a small change may change the offensive and defensive positions.
But he didn't expect that he had planned a strike. Although his opponent was a little embarrassed, he still took it steadily. Seeing that his further advance was futile, Wu Gen took advantage of the opponent's counterattack and flipped his body backwards, spinning in a circle while lying on the ground with the broken knife cutting into the opponent's calf.
Wu Gen knew that with his own strength, he could not fight the opponent for a long time, so before the battle, he induced Gan Xing to take off his armor. In this way, although you also increase the risk, at the same time, as long as you can hit the opponent once, you win. Otherwise, if you and I fight for more than ten rounds, you will be the one who cannot survive in the end.
"What a thief, so insidious." Gan Xing leaned back and retreated sharply. At this time, he had lost his center of gravity and could no longer rely on his feet. In desperation, he rolled his body like a crocodile, turned several times in the air, and barely escaped the blow.
Just as he was about to stand up with his hands on the ground, Wu Gen didn't wait for the other party to breathe. He pressed his body against the ground and stabbed his abdomen with a broken knife. People who use knives in this style rarely use it, because knives are different from swords in that they have an arc at the front and are difficult to stab.
However, Wu Gen's sword was originally a broken sword, but the tip of the sword pointed straight outward, so there was nothing wrong with using this move.
Gan Xing was in a state of embarrassment at this time. He missed every move, failed every move, was passive in every aspect, and was tired of dealing with it. He could only use the steel mace of his left hand to deflect the incoming blow of the broken knife, and then rolled his body again, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.
But in a hurry, it was difficult for his left hand to exert force, and the mace flew out of his hand. After his body settled down, Gan Xing swung his mace back with his right hand without even looking, and released a burst of energy.
Wu Gen quickly dodged and took advantage of this opportunity, Gan Xing finally stood firm.
All this seems lengthy, but in fact it only takes a few breaths. The drumming had not stopped, and the people on both sides had not yet reacted. Colonel Yuwen's tea cup was still at his lips, and the two of them had stopped.
Everyone looked at the scene in shock, and those who were further away didn't know what was happening.
"What a handsome move." Zhai Lin let go of the hand holding the handle of the knife. Just as Wu Gen struck out, he subconsciously grabbed the knife in his hand.
Gan Xing looked gloomy and looked at the mace that had been hit far away. "Good boy, I underestimated you and almost succeeded. But that's all."
Extremely angry, Gan Xing shouted loudly and rushed towards Wu Gen with his single mace. In one sweep, an arc-shaped wave of air slashed through him.
Seeing the fierceness of the opponent's attack, Wu Gen turned around and ran away after sweeping away the force just now.
Gan Xing was startled. He originally thought that the opponent would receive his blow, but with this momentum, he could follow up with a continuous attack. But I didn't expect Wu Gen to be so shameless, it was like a punch hitting the empty space, which made people uncomfortable.
"If you're a man, don't run away." Gan Xing had no choice but to chase after him.
Wu Gen turned around and made a face, "I haven't been crowned yet, so I can't be considered a man." However, his feet kept moving, moving like a windmill, and ran away into the distance.
Gan Xing was so angry that he was so shameless. He hit and ran in front of everyone. After all, he was already a corps leader.
The two of them ran away and chased each other, running around the open space in the blink of an eye.
Zhai Lin chuckled, what a cunning boy. In today's battle, this kid has five points of skill and five points of strength, but he is very happy. But he wasn't worried. He still knew Gan Xing's strength. As long as he could catch up with his opponent, it wouldn't be a problem to win.
The people on the sidelines started making noises and booing, all showing disdain for Wu Gen's behavior.
Wu Gen, however, was not ashamed. He adjusted his breathing while running. The attack just now had exhausted all his energy. If he wanted to regain his breath, he would have to run for a while longer.
Gan Xing was really a little irritable. This kid was like a cunning rabbit, turning left and right, slippery. He couldn't catch up with him, couldn't hit him, he waved the mace in his hand randomly, and bursts of energy shot out.
After a full stick of incense, the noise from both sides gradually subsided, and the soldiers on both sides were a little impatient. Today is a battle, not a race between the two of you.
Gan Xing was feeling ashamed and angry at the same time, being fooled around by a kid. Even if he won today, he would not look good. After all, he was also a village leader, but he still couldn't win against a young boy in a fight. He had hundreds of people under his command, but they were all watching.
There was a high slope ahead, and Wu Gen's speed slowed down a bit. Gan Xing tried his best to slash out with his mace, and a strong wind came out, which was ten feet wide, blocking Wu Gen's left and right paths. Let's see where you, this kid, will escape.
Suddenly, Wu Gen rushed up the high slope and ran straight up. His body jumped high and flipped backwards. The distance between him and Gan Xing quickly shortened, and he was above his head in the blink of an eye. Holding the knife in both hands, he took advantage of the force of his fall and slashed at Gan Xing with one move, like a hawk hunting prey.
The blade buzzed and screamed, trying to choose someone to bite.
Looking up at Wu Gen falling from the sky, Gan Xing couldn't help but feel a little frightened. At this time, it is the time to breathe. The previous breath has been exhausted and the backward breath has not been continued. The opponent's sense of seizing opportunities is really good, not like a fledgling boy at all.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Gan Xing raised his mace, regardless of his physical injuries, he took a deep breath and faced it with all his strength. When the swords and maces met just now, he had noticed that the young man's sword technique was strange, with multiple cuts included in one move. But as long as he withstands these three attacks and slowly improves his energy with his own strength, he should be able to cope with it.
But as soon as he connected with the sword, Gan Xing knew that something was wrong. The opponent's move was very simple, just one cut, but the power was more than ten times that of before. Caught off guard, the blade pressed down on his mace and hit him with the mace and knife.
With a click, Gan Xing's right wrist was broken under the huge force, and a terrible knife wound appeared on his chest. If it hadn't been blocked by a steel mace, it would have been cut in half on the spot.
Gan Xing felt his fingers cracked. He never thought that he would fall into the hands of this young man today. Feeling ashamed and angry, regardless of the injury to his right hand, he hit Wu Gen hard on the face with his left fist. Usually good at using both weapons, Gan Xing's left hand is as strong as his right.
After receiving a sudden heavy blow, Wu Gen's head was raised high and twisted at an incredible angle with his body. A stream of blood drew an arc in the air and sprinkled on the grass. The body fell to one side and the knife in his hand was thrown out.
Before he could pick up the knife, Wu Gen rushed forward with a roar, his face covered with blood, and pinned Gan Xing firmly underneath him. Grab your opponent's uninjured left arm and strike down hard.
Gan Xing felt a huge pain in his skull and a buzzing in his ears. The feeling of continuous blows from the blade during the battle reappeared again. It turned out that this was the result of the young man's mind and had nothing to do with the sword.
The bones in his right arm were broken, and Gan Xing lost half of his combat strength. He could only block with his left arm. Wu Gen wrapped his legs around the opponent's waist, opened his bow from left to right, and rained down punches. At this time, he could not let the opponent catch his breath, otherwise the accumulated advantage would be lost.
Gan Xing's face was blurred, and his eyes were covered with blood, making him unable to see anything. In a desperate situation, Gan Xing raised his head hard and hit Wu Dou's head hard.
Suddenly suffering a heavy blow, Wu Gen's eyes were filled with golden flowers. In desperation, he followed the example of a gourd and hit his head with a hammer regardless of the pain.
The two of them were like street gangsters, twisting their bodies together, hitting each other with their heads, punching, biting their teeth, and hitting with elbows. There was no trace of warrior demeanor at all, and they were rolling around on the ground.
Gan Xing injured his arm. After all, he was at a disadvantage, so he suffered more blows. As time went on, the injuries gradually became more serious than Wu Gen's.
On the field, the two of them didn't say a word, just relying on instinct to attack. Their bodies were all bruised, but neither of them would stop. If they could hold on, they would be the winners.
On both sides of the open space, people on both sides were stunned. This desperate fighting style was far more shocking than fighting on the battlefield. Everything fell silent. The sound of drums, noises, and the sound of horses' hooves pawing the ground disappeared. Only the sound of bones hitting bones could be heard.
This is not a competition, this is a fight for life, a duel between two men with their lives as the bet.
Time passed little by little, and the smell of blood floated across the open space, covering the people and horses on both sides. The chilling atmosphere was depressing.
