On the fence of the camp, Qin Feng sat comfortably on a wicker chair, with various dried fruits on his left hand side and two small red and blue flags on his right hand side.
Seeing Qi Yu easily win the game, Qin Feng, who had been excited for a long time, couldn't help but feel disappointed: "That's it? It's no different from fighting at the entrance of the village. There are no tactics at all. Just relying on being fierce and ruthless, how can this be done on the battlefield? Isn’t it the doubtful life of being beaten by the enemy?”
Standing aside, Xu Mo, who was heavily armored and armed to the teeth, smiled bitterly: "The two sides were fighting at close range, weren't they just showing off their ferocity? No wonder they were there."
Lin Quqi on the other side, although he did not understand military affairs, could see the mystery behind it and spoke emphatically: "Although this city patrol station is already the largest venue in Kyoto, it is still too small for fighting and cannot be used at all. Open, so we can only fight head-on."
Hearing this, Qin Feng was not happy. He grabbed a handful of peanut kernels and threw them into his mouth. He said angrily: "A war? Get a hair! No wonder my Daliang border army will be beaten by Beidi. If everyone is like This level is worse than tying up a few dogs on the border."
Lin Quqi frowned and couldn't help but spit: "Brother Qin, pay attention to your status, there are so many vulgar words! You are also a scholar, don't insult Si Wen."
Qin Feng shrugged: "Easy and gentle."
Lin Quqi's face turned red with anger, but there was nothing he could do about Qin Feng. In the world, only Qin Tianhu and the ladies could cure this guy.
Xu Mo was also a little unhappy and said in a deep voice: "Although this battle lacks some rules, it is not as useless as Brother Qin said. At least I, the great Liang Erlang, am brave and unparalleled."
Qin Feng licked his nostrils and made sarcastic remarks. He couldn't stop his mouth with food: "Brother, war is not about fighting. It's about group combat. No matter how brave an individual is, if thrown on the battlefield, it will be useless." He will be overwhelmed in an instant. Daliang Erlang is brave and can not lose to the Beidi warriors one-on-one. What next? Doesn’t the mother who was beaten by Beidi not recognize him? "
Xu Mo is a soldier after all. His face turned red and white. He wanted to refute, but could not find a reason to refute. After all, the damage in the battle in Daliang was greater than that in Beidi. This is an indisputable fact. If it were not for the strong defense of the border town, Beidi would have been destroyed. Break through.
The second competition has begun.
As expected, it was another fierce head-to-head confrontation, and the two sides turned into a mess. If there are less than a hundred people, fighting in chaos is also a helpless move. There are already three hundred people, and if they are still messing around, aren't they waiting to be harvested by the cavalry?
"It's boring, it's too boring." Qin Feng instantly lost interest in the competition inside the venue. He turned the wicker chair around and faced the lively market outside the venue, and began to examine the big girls and young wives.
Watching beauties is much more interesting than watching fights...
Xu Mo and Lin Quqi looked at each other, sighed in unison, and had no choice but to smile bitterly.
After a full hour, it was finally Xu Mo's turn.
Qin Tianhu's penetrating voice echoed in the field: "The last competition will be between Xu Mo, the captain of the City Patrol Division, and Cheng Zhang, the general recommended by the Ministry of Household Affairs."
Qin Feng finally turned his attention back to the field. Looking at Xu Mojun who was marching neatly into the formation, Qin Feng finally showed a smile of relief: "I have seen some results after a night of training, and I can't help Xu Mo."
Lin Quqi looked at Cheng Zhang's army and felt the pressure: "I heard that Cheng Zhang has been in the Forbidden Army and is very experienced, and he has three hundred soldiers under his command, all of whom are elite soldiers drawn from the garrison. I am afraid that what will happen next is... A fierce battle.”
Qin Feng sneered at Lin Quqi's opinion and said angrily: "If Xu Mo can't even defeat Cheng Zhang, then the number of generals should be changed. Experience of the forbidden army, elite soldiers of the garrison? Haha! They are all just embroidery. It's just a pillow. A group of veteran soldiers living in Kyoto have no fighting power at all."
All the troops stationed in Kyoto are the elite of the elite. After all, they must protect the stability of the imperial power. However, in Qin Feng's view, they are a bit inferior, at least they cannot be compared with the frontier troops who have experienced the test of blood and fire. Of course, there are many variables on the battlefield, and generalizations cannot be made.
Qin Feng stood up and shouted to Xu Mo: "It's tea time!"
The implication is that Cheng Zhangjun can be defeated in a cup of tea, otherwise you can quit the game yourself.
This shout also attracted the attention of others.
Emperor Liang looked for the sound and finally found Qin Feng's figure. He couldn't help but laugh: "Why did this brat run to the wall? Time for a cup of tea? What do you mean? Do you want a cup of tea to determine the outcome? Are you afraid? That’s a bit arrogant!”
Qin Tianhu had a dark face, thinking that this brat was indeed young. With two armies facing each other and a battle of three hundred people, it would not be easy to tell the winner in just one stick of incense.
Li Xu, who was sitting across from him, couldn't help but ridicule: "Young Master Qin is really ambitious. He actually wants to defeat Cheng Zhang in a stick of incense. I don't know whether he is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, or he is just taking it for granted."
Li Xu was at least 80% sure. After all, there was no comparison between the elite soldiers of the city garrison and the guards of the city patrol department.
The former is a real army, an elite division, while the latter is just a "security patrol". How to fight?
At this moment, accompanied by heavy and dense footsteps, Xu Mo led the army into battle.
The laughter at the scene stopped abruptly.
Li Xu stood up directly, his eyes indignant: "Heavy armor?! How can this be unreasonable? This Qin Feng is clearly cheating! Report to the saint, Qin Feng took advantage of the military department, secretly misappropriated heavy armor for the city patrol department, and asked the saint to punish him."
However, Emperor Liang waved his hand and said calmly: "Isn't Cheng Zhang also equipped with more than a dozen dark archers in the army? It doesn't matter."
Li Xu's face turned red and he had no choice but to sit back angrily.
At this time, the guards behind Xu Mo felt stressed and started talking in low voices.
"Although we have the advantage of heavy armor, the opponent is the elite of the city garrison after all. If we really want to fight, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with it."
"Hey, although it's a bit too ambitious for others to overwhelm one's own prestige, the difference in strength is indeed too big. The garrison is facing invading enemies, and we are facing the bandits in the city. The opponents are all different, so the intensity of training is naturally different. Comparable."
"If we lose, how should we explain to Mr. Qin?"
Hearing the discussion from behind, Xu Mo scolded with a dark face and gritted his teeth: "Shut the hell up! Anyone who disturbs the morale of the army will be punished on the spot!"
After Xu Mo yelled like this, the rustling sounds from behind finally subsided.
Although Xu Mo was under a lot of pressure, he could not back down in order to get a spot as a general. He immediately shouted coldly: "Stay strong, whoever dares to mess with me will be killed by me at the end of the game!"
The guards hurriedly crowded together, shoulder to shoulder, and their bodies tensed.
Seeing how nervous Xu Mojun was, Cheng Zhang couldn't help but sneer: "Haha, just with these wine bags and rice bags, the formation will be broken in just one cup of tea? What a big joke!"
