The Martial Arts School is going to fight against the Ma Junsi? The news spread quickly and immediately attracted the attention of many wealthy families, especially many relatives who were practicing in the Martial Arts School, and they were even more energetic. For a moment, the city of Bianjing became lively, and many sedan chairs and carriages rushed to the Martial Arts School.

It is easy for a noble to enter, and no one stops him if he says hello. Ordinary people are blocked by burly warriors and can only listen to the movement outside.

The battle against the enemy is indeed quite attractive to those who are idle, and speculation follows. It is said that scholars meet soldiers and cannot explain them clearly. In the eyes of ordinary people, the students of the martial arts school are really a group of scholars. As for the horse army commander, they are also imperial guards, and they are carefully selected elites from the Song Dynasty in various places. The outcome of this battle is not to be seen, and the result is already revealed.

The most important thing is that Chen Lengzi dares to nimble. The serious noise of others is hidden, and there is no need to be a killer weapon!

With this idea in mind, many people have even more expectations for this matchup.

Countless torches were lit around the school ground, illuminating the wide school ground as bright as day. The princes and nobles on the school platform were almost here. Zhao Ji sat in the front position, beside him was King Jin, Chen Ao, Gao Qiu, and other kings and Grandmaster Cai and others sat in the back row, waiting for the show to begin.

Zhao Ji asked Chen Ao to sit closer, turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Chen Ao, you are going to compete for this trip. If you lose, I have to cure you for breaking into the White Tiger Hall. You must be prepared in your heart."

Chen Aohe nodded and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I am 60% sure."

Zhao Ji's eyes looked extremely deep in the fire. He glared at Chen Ao and said, "I don't even have any confidence. Why don't you compare yourself to Gao Aiqing to poetry? Only by comparing this can I have confidence in you."

Chen Ao smiled, but unexpectedly Zhao Ji had a little sense of humor, and said with a smile: "I think so, but Gao Qiu will definitely not. He might ask me to compete with him to play Cuju!"

Zhao Ji coughed, thought for a while, patted his back and said, "You don't have to worry. If you really lose, I can understand it. How easy is to practice? A scholar who practices for three months will be the opponent of the Imperial Guard. I will try my best to get a lighter solution to yours."

On the other side, Zhao Zong listened to the conversation between Zhao Ji and Shen Ao with his ears, and suddenly interrupted: "Brother, I am full of confidence in Chen Ao."

Zhao Ji turned his head and said with confusion.

Zhao Zong said happily: "Chen Ao never suffers losses, he will not do things that are unsure of. The emperor will wait and see!"

This unreasonable optimism infected Zhao Ji. However, Zhao Ji glanced at Gao Qiu inadvertently, but felt that he had neglected Gao Qiu and said gently: "Gao Aiqing, can the matchup begin?"

Gao Qiu glanced at Chen Ao and said, "Ma Junsi can start at any time, but I don't know how the martial arts school is."

Chen Ao said in opposition: "Mr. Gao, I've given up."

"Then let's start!" Zhao Ji placed his hands between his knees and issued a solemn and verbal order.

The schoolyard was as big as seven or eight football fields in later generations. The drums sounded, and the lieutenant and the imperial guards who were waiting in the distance gathered at the schoolyard. The lieutenant came the fastest, and they had arrived at the schoolyard within less than two drums. With the instructor's order, they immediately lined up. When the three drums were finished, the teams took shape. The first was a wooden shield and a wooden knife, and then the lieutenant was arranged in a neat manner with long sticks standing up.

The team was very quiet, without noise or noise, and was a bit abnormally silent, which made people nodded secretly after seeing it. Without saying anything else, this kind of flowery air was much more clever than the previous imperial guards.

As for the imperial guards, they seemed much more casual. Although they were all selected fierce warriors and had extraordinary figures, the team of the lieutenant was already waiting in one by one. They had really spent some time in line when they lined up, and they had been delaying half of the incense stick.

In fact, it is no wonder that they are. In recent years, the training of the Ma Junsi has been loose, and the coaches have gradually lost their attention. The imperial guards below are undisciplined, so of course they are happy to be idle. In this case, the most elite Tiger Guard Camp in the Ma Junsi is, and if other soldiers are replaced, I am afraid that they can't even do this.

Originally, the speed of the assembly of the Ma Junsi was not too slow, but when compared with the captains, they were out.

Gao Qiu's face was a little gloomy and he couldn't help but whisper: "What's the use of putting on a flower stand?"

This sentence happened to be heard by Zhao Zong. Zhao Zong beat him up and said, "Your Majesty, the Ma Junsi has been practicing for so long, why haven't he even practiced the airs?"

Zhao Ji just smiled slightly and ignored it.

Gao Qiu was silent. He was still full of confidence just now, but now he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He couldn't help but look at Shen Ao secretly and saw Shen Ao sitting on Zhao Ji's side with a calm expression, and from time to time he leaned over and whispered to Zhao Ji. This uneasiness was even more intense.

There were four hundred people on both sides of the school ground, facing each other under the command of the instructor and a Du Yuhou. The fire was rising and the outrageous corpses had a layer of blush on their faces. After practicing for so long, they had already been full of breath. At this time, it was time to test the results. Although they were nervous, they still felt a little eager to try.

On the other hand, everyone on the imperial guards laughed and didn't take the "scholar" in front of them seriously. Those who can select the imperial guards are all burly people. In addition, many people have participated in the battle to wipe out Fang La and have experience in the battle. Of course, they are not afraid of these young men.

Du Yuhou, who was in charge of the Huwei Camp, was also a guy who had been through a long battle formation. After a brief look at the other party's array, he had already made an idea and called several Du heads, ordering them to encircle them left and right, and he personally led a group of people to disturb them head-on.

The advantage of this tactic is that it can disrupt the lieutenants' positions, and once the opponent reveals a flaw, it can be determined in one go.

Du Yuhou held up the wooden knife with his eyes burning. After waiting with his breath, the ranks of lieutenants on the opposite side had already begun to move. Their formation was still square, like neat puppets. The instructor shouted: "One..." and they went forward and continued to step forward until the second time. They were neither fast nor slow, and they still maintained the neat formation.

What kind of fighting is this? Du Yuhou was confused, but he could not show weakness in front of the emperor and the princes. He raised his wooden knife forward and shouted: "Brothers, follow me."

The Huwei Camp instantly turned into three teams, and the squadron rushed to the front, and the speed of the left and right wings was neither fast nor slow. They were holding wooden sticks, and in an instant, they became a little more fierce.

Of course, when His Majesty was watching the battle, Du Yu Hou rushed forward and took the lead in charge at the lieutenant formation. The cold wind blew past him. Du Yu Hou was agile and continued to increase his running speed. Seeing that the other party was getting closer, he shouted and shouted: "Don't lose our Ma Junsi's face, kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he first waved his wooden knife and rushed into the queue. The squadron of the Imperial Army, who was like a tide, followed closely behind, and shouted out.

"First column, raise the shield!"

A row of wooden shields were raised high, and the captain in the first row immediately shrank into the wooden shield, and was ready to resist the impact with his steps.

Then... the sound of ping-pong collisions came out, and the squadron leader headed by Du Yuhou, who rushed over and hit the shield hard. With the idea of ​​Du Yuhou, it only took an accelerated sprint, and with the strength of these scholars, it was possible to open a hole in the other party's queue. However, this impact made his wishful thinking go out. The captain holding the shield was quite strong. In addition, the people in the back line used their bodies to press their back low, and this impact did not have any effect.

Du Yuhou sneered, raised his wooden knife high and smashed it hard at the wooden shield, shouting: "Puncture the shield."

The imperial guards with wooden sticks were full of spirit, and they all burst into loud shouts, and the long stick suddenly stabbed towards the shield line. Under the condition that the opponent was prepared for a long time, this attack was not effective. There were only six or seven lieutenants who stabbed the shield behind the shield while taking advantage of the gap between the shields. Several lieutenants groaned, some strongly supported them, while those who were seriously injured fell to the ground, but soon, the lieutenants immediately replaced the injured person's position, and the few small holes that had impacted were blocked immediately.

Du Yuhou's scalp was a little numb. These people were obviously just a group of sour scholars, but this courage and courage were not at all. While he was in a daze, an instructor in the lieutenant roared: "Second line of spearmen, strike back!"

The shield hands in the first row immediately opened the gap in the queue, and took advantage of the time when the imperial guards had no time to breathe, and the long sticks were like forests to stab out of the gap in the shield.

The effect was fruitful. More than a dozen imperial guards were immediately slandered and fell to the ground. The imperial guards did not break through the opponent's array, but instead messed up their own formation for a while. Only instructors yelled again in the school ground: "Stir again!"

"Thorn again!"

"Block!"

"go ahead!"

"Thorn again!"

These commands seemed to be the center of the entire lieutenant team. After each sentence, they were stabbed out like a long stick in the forest. When the forward team was advanced, they took a step forward without hesitation. The imperial guards could still support them at the beginning, but the more they fought, the more they became more and more heartbroken. Although dozens of lieutenants fell to the ground, they were soon replaced by those behind, and the entire formation was not at all disordered.

What is even more surprising is that, according to common sense, once someone falls to the ground, this kind of melee battle can easily cause psychological collapse. These people are obviously in the battle formation, but there is no sign of defeat at all, but they just act according to the instructor's command.

On the other hand, seventy or eighty people were stabbed to the ground on the squadron led by Du Yuhou, and the psychological defense line had reached the critical point. Seeing the opponent stabbing forward step by step, someone finally couldn't help but start to retreat. With the first one, there was a second one. In a short time, he retreated.

The imperial guards of the Tiger Guard Camp on both wings also launched attacks on both sides of the lieutenant's quadron, but the lieutenant's quadron was still not confused, and they fought back calmly and performed their duties. The lieutenants could not defeat them, and the squadron was in chaos again, and the two wings suddenly became in chaos.

At first, they fought fiercely, but later they became one-sided and beaten the dogs. In just one incense stick of confrontation, the tiger guard camp was scattered and fled in all directions except being stabbed to the ground and screamed.

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Chapter completed!