At this moment, the barbarian kings in the school grounds had already chosen those who would fight.
Meng Huo, one of the representatives of the barbarians, saw that His Majesty was surrounded by many generals and couldn't help teasing him:
"Your Majesty, Xiao Wang and others have already selected the personnel. There are many generals in the court. Is it possible that three of them cannot be selected?"
The barbarian kings couldn't help but laugh when they heard this, and they were even more certain that this battle would be won.
The other court officials in the school grounds were dissatisfied when they saw the barbarians being so wild, and some even started scolding the barbarian king.
Seeing that the atmosphere in the school was getting tense, Li Shimin was afraid that everyone would lose their harmony. He first pushed away the generals surrounding him, and then said loudly to the audience:
"Don't be anxious, everyone. I originally wanted to send three people to accompany you barbarian kings for a while, but I didn't expect that all the generals under my command would come to invite you.
I have a headache, who should I let go to compete..."
After saying this, he looked at the generals around him and said seriously:
"Contributing to the country is not at this time. Now I want to ask Zhao Tong, Guan Yue and Ma Cheng to compete.
First, I want to review the combat capabilities of the descendants of the late Emperor Humerus;
Second, I want to make the junior generals gain prestige among the barbarians so that they can supervise the barbarian territories for future generations.
You seniors are all well-known and have no lack of prestige in the military, so why not give this opportunity to the juniors! "
When Wei Yan and other senior generals listened to His Majesty's words, their interest diminished and they all fell silent.
Seeing the silence of the generals, Li Shimin consoled him:
“If you want to show your strength and contribute to the court, there will be many opportunities in the future.
Especially General Wenchang and General Shuzhi, both of you are generals guarding one side for the imperial court. This kind of scene is really not worth mentioning to the two of them.
This time it is decided, you all return to your place and just cheer for the young generals from the sidelines! "
When Wei Yan heard this, his face lit up with joy. He thought that such a scene was indeed unworthy of him, and what his majesty said was reasonable.
"Then I wish the three young generals a great victory and show off the power of our army!"
Seeing that Wei Yan, the leader of the military generals, everyone had no objections. They each encouraged the three young generals and then got off the general platform.
After everyone returned to their seats, Huang Hao stood on the general stage and said loudly:
"The rules have been decided and the competition begins!"
The six participants in the competition all stood in robes and chose each other's opponents.
After everyone was ready, Huang Hao said loudly again:
"The first horse battle, Zhao Tong versus Wei Lang!"
As soon as Huang Hao finished speaking, the two generals from Ma Zhan entered the venue from both sides.
Zhao Tong is similar to his father Zhao Yun, both wearing white horses and silver armor and holding iron spears.
Wei Lang has a black wind horse under his crotch. His upper body is bare, holding a big ax and standing dozens of steps away from Zhao Tong, reining in the horse.
Zhao Tong saw that Wei Lang was as powerful as a Suan Ni and as strong as an ox. He was not afraid of the cold wind and went into battle shirtless. He knew that Wei Lang was brave and did not dare to neglect him.
After taking a deep breath, Zhao Tong cheered up, inserted the iron gun on the ground, cupped his hands and said:
"The horse-catching king, young general Zhao Tong, is here to learn some great tricks!"
Wei Lang couldn't help but smile scornfully when he saw that the young general across from him was no longer in his prime. He was tall and thin and seemed to have little strength.
"Boy, it's better to let your elders do it. I have no intention of bullying the weak!"
When Zhao Tong heard this, he frowned, pulled out his iron spear, and shouted:
"Ignorant barbarians, don't be so arrogant!"
As he spoke, he drew his spear and leaped on his horse to kill Wei Lang.
Seeing this, Wei Lang picked up his axe, then rode his horse to meet Zhao Tong.
When he got close, Wei Lang saw Zhao Tong's handsome appearance, his face full of heroism, and his strength like a tiger. He felt a chill in his heart and said to himself:
"But I have underestimated this general..."
After saying this, he put away his previous contempt, grasped the ax handle and rushed towards Zhao Tong with all his strength.
As the two horses approached, Zhao Tong held the reins tightly with his left hand, held the iron spear under his arm with his right hand, and stabbed Wei Lang straight into the chest.
When Wei Lang saw the opponent stabbing with a gun with one hand, he couldn't help but praise: "What a strength!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two horses crossed each other. Wei Lang held the ax in one hand and suddenly tilted his body to the left, just in time to get out of the way of Zhao Tong's spear.
At the moment of intersection, there was only a "clang" sound, and the two horses passed each other.
The audience in the arena barely saw what happened just now. They only saw Wei Lang turning sideways and then raising his ax.
Zhao Tong maintained his gun posture throughout the whole process. After handing over the horse, Zhao Tong still held his gun while lying on the horse.
Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw Wei Lang sitting on the horse and reining in the horse and stopping, while Zhao Tong was lying on the horse and letting the horse wander forward.
"One fit!"
Huang Hao reported the progress of the competition in a timely manner. The two horses met each other for a "round".
"Hahaha! Your Majesty, although we compete in martial arts, our swords have no eyes.
If Xiao Wang accidentally injures His Majesty’s beloved general, please don’t blame Xiao Wang! "
Wei Lang couldn't help laughing when he saw that he had beaten Zhao Tong to the point where he was lying on the horse pretending to be dead.
Li Shimin couldn't see clearly the situation of Zhao Tong in the distance, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart, fearing that something might happen to Zhao Tong.
Hearing Wei Lang's words again, he couldn't help but feel anxious.
Just as he was waiting for someone to check on Zhao Tong, Zhao Tong suddenly spoke:
"So it turns out that the horse-catching king, who is known as the strongest warrior in the clan, only has this little strength?"
When everyone heard this, they all looked towards Zhao Tong.
I saw that Zhao Tong had already stood up and sat on the horse, with no trace of injury on his body.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The outcome of your majesty's bet was small. If a young general was lost because of this, the loss would be huge.
Wei Lang's face immediately darkened when he saw that Zhao Tong was safe and sound.
"Huh! This king just tried it out. Since you didn't pretend to be dead because you were scared, then try it again!"
With that said, the two of them turned their horses' heads, adjusted their status, and started to compete again.
This time, Zhao Tong changed his tactics. Instead of thrusting with a spear, he placed the iron spear across his horse, holding the reins in both hands, and rushed towards Wei Lang.
Seeing this, Weilang couldn't help but sneered:
"I'm afraid that the little kid made me crazy, so he put his spear across the horse's back. Is this looking for death?"
After saying this, Wei Lang raised the ax with both hands, holding the horse's belly tightly with his legs to maintain balance, and suddenly jumped on the horse and rushed towards Zhao Tong.
Everyone on the field thought that Zhao Tong was young and began to give up on himself after suffering a loss.
Everyone couldn't help feeling sorry, and some even said anxiously:
"Your Majesty, please stop the competition. General Zhao Tong is the son of General Li Long! I'm afraid you will lose your life in such a competition!"
Li Shimin looked at Zhao Tong's momentum and figure, raised his eyebrows, and said secretly:
"I'm afraid Wei Lang will be defeated this time!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the two horses intersecting again.
Relying on his bravery, Wei Lang picked up the ax and smashed it from top to bottom towards Zhao Tong's front door.
Seeing the big ax coming, Zhao Tong held the gun in his right hand, held the reins in his left hand and pulled the horse's head to the right, then stepped on the one-sided stirrup, doing a "hiding in the stirrup".
Just as the two horses passed, Wei Lang struck the air with his axe. He failed to stabilize his body and fell forward.
Zhao Tong, on the other hand, put his feet back on the horse's back with all his strength, turned around and stabbed with a spear in his right hand.
Suddenly, in the smoke and dust, only the neighing of the war horses was heard mixed with Wei Lang's mouth "Ouch".
When the dust cleared and everyone took a closer look, Wei Lang's horse had Zhao Tong's iron spear stuck in its buttocks and was neighing on the spot because of the pain.
Wei Lang lay on the ground and looked in horror at the horse's hooves that were about to step on him.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this, seeing that Wei Lang was about to be trampled by his own horse. If he was hit by his horse this time, Wei Lang would most likely die!
At the critical moment, a young general wearing silver armor and a white horse rode his horse to Wei Lang's side, and dwarfed Wei Lang.
With the power of the white horse's running, the young general pushed Wei Lang forward a short distance.
As soon as Wei Lang was pulled away, the horse's hooves came. Wei Lang was so frightened that he almost lost his breath and was frightened.
"One round! Only one round, Wei Lang falls, Zhao Tong wins!"
Huang Hao didn't care how thrilling the scene was, he just announced the results of the competition according to the rules.
As soon as the results came out, the barbarian leaders outside the field rushed into the field. Some went to comfort the frightened horses, and some went to see Wei Lang's injury.
When Wei Lang saw that he was still alive, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. When he looked up, he saw that the white horse general who had just saved him was Zhao Tong.
"The little king kneels down to thank General Zhao for saving his life! The little king admires General Zhao's brave strategy!"
Wei Lang, who had just regained his composure, ignored his embarrassment and hurriedly climbed to Zhao Tong's horse and knelt down to thank Zhao Tong.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Tong quickly got off his horse and helped Wei Lang up.
"The King of Capture Horses is serious! We are all ministers of the Han Dynasty, and we will need to work together to serve the country to restore the Han Dynasty in the future.
Today's competition is just a matter of the horse-catching king not trying his best and letting the horse-catcher win by chance.
It is a matter of course to rescue each other, and there is no need to worry about catching the horse king! "
At this time, all the barbarian kings arrived and saw that Wei Lang was only slightly injured, and everyone felt relieved.
"We would like to thank General Zhao Tong for his intervention in rescuing the horse-catching king. General Zhao deserves to be regarded as a general who has been victorious in the past. His bravery and virtues are all admirable!"
When Zhao Tong saw that all the barbarian kings were bowing and saluting to thank him, Zhao Tong quickly helped everyone up, bowed their heads and said:
"I don't dare to be a young general. You are all barbarian kings that His Majesty values, and the court has high hopes for you.
What I do is merely representing the wishes of Your Majesty and the Imperial Court. "
Li Shimin couldn't help but feel very happy when he saw that Zhao Tong had won and saved Wei Lang's life.
"Huang Hao, write this down. When the competition is over, I will reward Zhao Tong heavily!"
Huang Hao bowed and accepted the order.
Not long after, the venue was vacated, and Zhao Tong, Wei Lang and others returned to their respective positions.
Huang Hao saw that it was almost done and said expressionlessly:
"The second game is a foot battle. Both sides are invited to come forward!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man from the barbarian tribe came out.
The big man had dark red skin and big ears. His whole body seemed to have the strength of a thousand pounds. He was holding a cooked copper bone flower and stood in the school grounds menacingly.
"Who is here to understand the cooked copper bone flower in my hand, Meng Huo?"
