Outside Iron Tooth City.
Felt tent door.
A group of soldiers gathered around.
Among the crowd, a tall man with a dark face and long arms was fistfighting with a man with a fair face.
For a while, the battle was evenly matched.
The black-faced man Wu Tugu was very powerful, with powerful fists and kicks, and he followed a fierce path.
Ouyang Heng, the white-faced man, used small kung fu, fast speed and flexible steps, and cleverly avoided Wu Tugu's attack, but when he fought back, the blow hit Wu Tugu and had little effect.
Wu Tugu has rough skin and thick flesh, and has strong resistance to blows. Even if Ouyang Heng can hit him several times, it may not cause much actual damage.
Ouyang Heng did not dare to let Wu Tugu hit him.
Wu Tugu's punches were very heavy. If they were hit properly, the damage would be terrible.
Behind the crowd, Luo Fengtang put his hands behind his back and watched the competition quietly.
"Master, Wu Tugu is not a bad-hearted person, but he is fond of martial arts." General Wu Gulang stood next to Luo Fengtang.
Originally, Wu Gulang called Luo Fengtang to call him Young Master.
But after Luo Fengtang talked to him once, he changed his mind.
There are many people in the army who talk a lot, so it's better not to shout so openly.
In Daliao, the Wu surname was also a relatively common surname, producing many high-ranking soldiers and civil servants.
Up to now, there are still many people with the surname Wu in the court of Daliao.
Wu Gulang has a high status among the Wu people, and his tendencies represent the tendencies of some people.
He doesn't expect everyone named Wu to fall to his side, but he can at least keep them neutral at critical moments.
"It's okay, let them fight. There are not so many gimmicks in the army. There is only one truth, that is, the strong are respected, with stronger force and deeper strategy, they will all be respected by others... Therefore, no matter who wins or loses, None of them lose, they all win.”
Luo Fengtang said lightly.
"The young master is right. They showed off their martial arts in this battle. With their current boxing skills, they are already outstanding. They are well-deserved to become military generals. They will be more likely to achieve military success in the future." Wu General Gulang said.
This truth is obvious.
Whether it is performing special tasks or charging into battle, those with higher martial arts skills will definitely have greater opportunities.
"In your opinion, who will win this competition in the end?" Luo Fengtang narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Wutugu cannot defeat Ouyang Heng in a short period of time, so he will definitely lose. Judging from the competition, Ouyang Heng's scheming is far superior to Wutugu." Wugu Lang made his own judgment.
Luo Fengtang nodded and said, "Let's read on."
Although he did not judge whether what Wu Gulang said was right or wrong.
But without denying it, he already agreed.
On the field, as time went by, Wu Tugu, who was unparalleled in the beginning, began to move somewhat deformed and slow.
For such a long time, he tried his best but did not touch the white-faced boy in front of him. Gradually, his strength could not keep up and he began to feel restless.
His ribs were burning, and he had been punched in the same spot many times.
Ouyang Heng is very smart, he only attacks the same place on his body.
The injury was not noticeable at first, but over time it progressed. Gradually, the injuries became more serious.
"You win."
Wu Tugu took a deep breath, stepped back a few steps, and said loudly.
He doesn't show off, he fights if he can win, and if he can't, he just admits defeat.
"Should we continue the second battle of swords?" Ouyang Heng took out a cloth and wiped the sweat on his forehead.
A fist and kick competition consumed a lot of his energy. Even if he won, it would be a miserable victory, not an easy victory.
Wu Tugu is a person who should not be underestimated.
"Compare."
Wu Tugu gasped a few times and responded.
"Well, let's choose the weapon we have handy."
Ouyang Heng bowed in a circle and said with a smile: "Brothers, who has a good knife to lend me a knife? You will be rewarded."
Then one of the commanders laughed and said: "I have an ancestral sword that I can lend to you. I have agreed first. You can use it as you like, and then you can find me some good wine."
"No problem, I'll treat you to Jiangnan wine later, but it won't be until we return to Thousand Machines City." Ouyang Heng stretched out his hand to take the sword and said with a smile.
He held the handle of the knife and pulled out a section. The blade was bright and there were circles of threads on it. When he flicked his finger, there was a sound of the knife.
"Of course, drinking is prohibited in the camp. This is a military rule." The commander nodded in agreement, "Then it's agreed. After returning to Thousand Machines City, I want to taste your Jiangnan wine."
When it comes to Jiangnan wine, many of the soldiers cast envious glances at the commander. They are all good wine drinkers, and they all know that Jiangnan wine refers to three types of wine transported from the south of the Yangtze River to the north, namely Zhuyeqing, Fenjiu and Fenjiu. Jiangnan spring.
The three fine wines are expensive and they cannot afford to drink them.
"Where are your weapons?" Ouyang Heng looked at Wu Tugu.
"Get my weapon quickly." Wu Tugu said to the side.
Not long after, two Daliao sergeants walked slowly over with weapons in their arms, one for each, a total of two long-handled copper hammers. Judging from their flushed faces, you could tell how heavy these two copper hammers were.
The expressions of the soldiers present changed slightly.
In the fist and kick fight at the beginning, they could see that Wu Tugu was powerful, but it was difficult to appreciate Wu Tugu's power unless they felt it themselves.
Now that they saw the two bronze hammers, they truly understood the power of Wu Tugu, and they were also impressed by Ouyang Heng's victory over Wu Tugu.
Wu Tugu stepped forward, holding two bronze hammers in each hand easily.
He frowned and shouted: "You two must not have worked hard recently. It's so difficult for each of you to carry a hammer. This can't be done! Go back and train more!"
After hearing Wu Tugu's words, the two sergeants instantly turned into bitter faces.
"Want to take a rest?" Ouyang Heng asked.
"Do you look down on me? I don't need to rest!" Wu Tugu shouted angrily.
"OK!"
Since Wu Tugu himself didn't want to rest, Ouyang Heng didn't want to say anything more.
No one can make irresponsible remarks about Wu Tugu's own choice.
Wu Tugu held two bronze hammers and started to dance, with the sound of wind whistling.
The soldiers who were watching were simply stunned. With the weight of the copper hammer, if it rubbed someone a little, it would probably be able to scrape off a large piece of flesh. If it hit someone...
Needless to say, the unlucky guy who was hit was definitely dead.
Wu Tugu didn't hold back his hand, and he couldn't hold back his hand. When he used this hammer technique, even if the hammer carried people away, he couldn't fully control the impact force of the copper hammer.
Ouyang Heng drew out his sword and responded with the technique of pulling out a thousand pounds with four ounces, but after only two or three rounds, he was already at a disadvantage.
He tried to move the copper hammer with the body of the knife, but it only collided once, and the huge shock made his whole arm numb.
There can be no collision, only clever use.
