Xu Zhanpeng was looking at Princess Yunxia happily at this time: A woman is a woman, just get married and have children, so what kind of battlefield are you going to fight on?
After all this trouble, the emperor will definitely get tired of her, and then his life as the consort will be even easier...
Dai Xun also breathed a sigh of relief and prayed silently in his heart that Princess Yunxia must not succeed. If Jin Qing takes the position, his Dai family will definitely not get good results.
The emperor was obviously a little anxious at this time.
In his opinion, even if Yunxia sent someone to do some random painting, it would be better than admitting defeat directly.
The current scene was simply embarrassing to him.
While everyone was waiting for Yun Xia to continue to make a fool of herself, the third round of competition began.
In this round, the captains of each team go to each other's team to select eleven people to compete in weapons competition.
These weapons are made of wood and covered with paint.
The paint on the men's weapons is red, and the paint on the women's weapons is black. After the game time is over, the one with more paint on the vital parts of the body will be deemed a failure.
In total, as long as six people win, the entire round is considered a victory.
There are a total of forty-three nuns on Yunxia's side, so there are also forty-three soldiers on the other side's military camp.
In order to take care of Princess Yunxia's face, these forty-three people were weak chickens who were specially picked from the station.
Since the soldiers stationed here are all elite soldiers, even weak chickens are not much worse than the soldiers stationed here.
Yunxia's method of selecting people was simple. She had them line up in front of her, and then randomly called out eleven people with consecutive numbers from the middle.
The captain over there was a young general. Seeing Princess Yunxia's random selection, he simply let these soldiers choose their opponents.
These people are usually veterans and have no scruples in what they say. When they heard that they were asked to choose their opponents, they strode towards the nun.
He was also muttering dishonestly:
"I want this petite one."
"The plump one is my favorite."
"I want the pretty one."
"I like tall, slim ones, and the one with long legs suits me just right."
....
The roving eyes and the arrogant words are not like choosing an opponent, but like choosing a girl in the building. They will not casually respect a woman who does not know her own abilities.
After all, they came from the nunnery. Under the eyes of these people, the nuns began to chant sutras silently in their hearts.
Calm down, calm down, the host said that if you have any grudges, you must report them on the battlefield, and beat them until they can't even recognize their mother.
When Princess Yunxia saw how shameful those people were, she even wanted to have a fit, but was held firmly in place by Jin Qing.
Princess Yunxia looked at Jin Qing in confusion. She didn't know why Jin Qing wouldn't let her find a place for her people, but she saw Jin Qing shaking his head at her: "You earn your face."
Princess Yunxia carefully licked the meaning of Jin Qing's words, and then she had some epiphany: Those who are capable will naturally have face, and those who are incompetent have to grit their teeth and hold on even if they are laughed at. Isn't it okay to be incompetent and like to shout? Mad dog...
No, it seems like I’m scolding my past self!
Looking at Jin Qing again, Yunxia's eyes flashed with surprise: I didn't expect that Qing Qing could say such philosophical words.
Realizing that Yun Xia was staring at him, Jin Qing hurriedly pulled the sugar buns on the table towards him and looked at Yun Xia very warily: "It's mine!"
The tall image she had just now collapsed instantly, and Yunxia rolled her eyes: Tsk, rare...
Although other people also noticed the situation here, most of them responded with the mood of watching the excitement, and some even joked privately that the bald female soldiers brought by Princess Yunxia were probably not here to send wives to the station!
Seeing that both sides had chosen their opponents, these people walked under the ring and waited to come on stage.
Before going on the field, the captains of both sides must first mobilize their morale.
I just heard the captain at the station say to the eleven male soldiers: "Don't be too harsh, there are women over there!"
This kind of explanation that persuades people to be compassionate and cherish the jade is not only the concern of the nuns, but also a kind of contempt for their opponents.
As expected, after he finished speaking, he heard a burst of laughter from everyone.
Jin Qing scratched the back of his head and told everyone seriously: "Don't be afraid of getting hurt. I have golden sore medicine here, and I can also set your bones." Her backing is solid enough, she can do both!
Hearing the words "Golden Sore Medicine" and "Setting Bones", the eleven people who were about to go on stage immediately stared at the ring as if they had been given blood: This is a threat, it seems that in addition to being unable to lose, they cannot be injured.
In their hearts, the eleven male soldiers have become their sworn enemies. In today's game, either the male soldiers will die or they will live!
After the gong sounded, the first group of opponents came on stage to prepare for the competition.
The woman who appeared this time was the little nun who was jokingly called petite.
Looking at the two people with the cutest height difference on the stage, everyone laughed maliciously.
Even the soldiers on the stage looked at the little nun and smiled obscenely: "Don't worry, sister, brother won't use too much force."
The little nun was holding two double knives in her hands. Since she was holding the knives in her backhand, the short wooden knives scraped against her sleeves, leaving two red marks.
Someone murmured next to him: "Does this count as losing before we even started?" causing everyone to laugh again.
Princess Yunxia looked at the big man on the stage with some sympathy. The little girl was the most flexible among them all. She once saw the little girl jump on the bear's neck and take out two of the bear's eyeballs.
This big guy can't be more difficult to deal with than a bear.
After two gongs, the competition begins.
The big man holding a long stick hit the little girl's waist with one stick. Just as everyone was about to shout, they saw the little nun turned around and hid, leaving only a shallow mark on her waist.
This appearance obviously shows that he has not experienced any actual combat and has no experience in avoiding such weapons.
Looking at the mark on the little girl's waist, everyone sighed in unison. This was a pity. They had obviously escaped, but a mark was left on their bodies.
The big man obviously also realized that he had taken advantage of him. Hearing the regretful sighs of everyone, he felt that his ability had been insulted, and then stabbed the little nun's vest with the second stick.
There is a reason why he chose this long stick. This long stick can be used as a spear. As long as it hits the vital point, he will win this time.
At this time, I saw the little nun running quickly towards the edge of the ring, and the big man immediately stabbed her in the air.
Everyone groaned in unison, wondering whether they were sighing at the little girl's flexibility or sighing at the big man's uselessness.
Another defeat and the laughter of everyone made the big man extremely angry. He shouted loudly and chased the little nun with his stick: "Where to escape."
The big man's original intention was to chase the little nun off the ring, but he also succeeded in winning beautifully.
But who would have thought that after he put away his weapon, the little nun turned around and ran back, and used her size to get behind him.
The big man felt his shoulders sink, and the little nun had already jumped on his shoulders.
The big man wanted to reach out and grab the man and throw him away, but the little nun's legs tightly wrapped around his neck. The big man was so strangled that he almost rolled his eyes.
Not long after, the little nun's two wooden knives had stabbed his head and neck dozens of times.
The big man felt dizzy and fell to the ground with a plop: "It must be swollen!"
The men present subconsciously tightened their legs, what a fast hand speed!
