Fortunately, the Guards Regiment has been training and training well in the past few months, and after a period of chaos, it was able to stabilize its position. But this time, the number of people who left the field of the guard regiment was already about the same as that of the samurai regiment.

The incense on the high platform has burned more than half, and there is not much time left for Liu Qiran, but the balance has changed again, and the situation is critical.

The people in the stands held their breath and sweated for the warriors off the field.

Wu Zhengxiang sat up straight and stared at the few dwarf warriors in the field who were using hidden weapons fell into his eyes. He let out a clear whistle and shouted: "You dare to violate the rules and bring a secret weapon!"

The deeds were revealed, but the round-faced messenger was as steady as Mount Tai. What if you violate the rules, it is not stated in advance that you are not allowed to use your own weapons. Winning or losing is the most important thing right now.

If he wins, the Emperor of Gao Mang will double the gift, which makes him feel happy just thinking about it.

As for the temptation of hypocrisy? Don't be kidding, the guards of the Guogong Mansion below are so well-trained, where does Gao Mang look half weak? It is important to seize the opportunity to reap some benefits.

The samurai with weapons are in the martial arts arena below, even if Prince Gao Mang is angry, and the matter is investigated and dealt with later, it is a big deal to hand over a few people out. The point is that at that time the winner is already divided, and there is no denial.

At this time, it was less than half a pillar of incense time before the end of the martial arts, and in such a short period of time, he didn't believe that any miracle would happen!

Wu Zhengxiang drank this, and the prince, the ministers in the viewing seats, and the spectators in the stands all noticed that something was wrong.

The two armies used ash sticks with the heads of their guns removed, but several captains on the side of the guards were bloodied with wounds, which were obviously wounded by sharp weapons.

Blatantly cheating!

Everyone was in an uproar and clamored.

The prince frowned, after all these twists and turns, he didn't know if Liu Qiran could win in the end. There is less than half a stick of incense to work to decide the winner, and it's too late to do anything now!

can only bet his hope on Liu Qiran, hoping that he can withstand the pressure and adapt to the situation.

Liu Qiran also noticed that something was wrong, and with a whistle, the rest of the personal guard regiment merged together and turned into a turtle's back formation. This formation is mainly defensive, supplemented by offense, and it is also a last resort.

Wu Zhengxiang looked in the direction of the prince and asked for permission with his gaze. Although the prince didn't know what he wanted to do, it was better than doing nothing, so he nodded lightly in agreement.

So, in the stunned eyes of everyone, Wu Zhengxiang stood up, flew down from the spectator seat, and rushed to the martial arts arena like thunder.

This is the largest martial arts arena in Beijing with complete facilities. In order to facilitate the viewing of the battle, a ladder-like platform was built around it for the people to watch.

Sitting in the direction of north and facing south, there is a high platform built of bluestone, which is used by the most noble people in the field to sit. Of course, it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sitting above at this time.

On both sides, there is a six-zhang high stone platform arch guarding it. At this time, on the left side was the viewing seat of the Gao Mang ministers, and on the right side sat the envoys.

This stone platform has a slightly inclined slope, and there are raised beast heads on both sides as decoration, and Wu Zhengxiang stepped on these beast heads as a focus point and swept down from the six-zhang high platform.

With his hand, there was a burst of screams on the side of the envoys. Seeing that the tide of battle is back in play, what does this man want to do?

As soon as they were excited, they spoke their own Chinese one after another, and for a while they couldn't understand each other. But this did not prevent them from expressing their surprise and anger.

In a few breaths, Wu Zhengxiang swept into the field.

While he was watching the battle, he found the dwarf samurai who were making trouble. At this time, the goal was clear, and before the people on the field could react, his figure swept over the heads of the samurai group like lightning.

When he reappeared on the sidelines, he took two short samurai in his hand and threw them to the sidelines with a "bang!"

The round-faced messenger stood up excitedly, wanting to protest. I saw him raise his hand, and in his hand was the black dart that the short samurai was hiding with.

Seeing that he had searched for evidence, the crowd around him suddenly became angry, and the shouting and scolding resounded over the martial arts arena.

"Snatch, snatch!" There were a few muffled sounds, and the black darts appeared on the armrest of the round-faced messenger's seat with great speed, startling him into a cold sweat.

"This, this ......" The round-faced messenger heard his teeth rattling, and if he missed a little, he would lose half his life if he didn't die.

Far away, the round-faced envoy could also see the disdain in Wu Zhengxiang's eyes.

A smile appeared on the prince's face, Wu Zhengxiang really did not disappoint him, and he was worthy of being a confidant and favorite general cultivated by his father.

Wu Zhengxiang eliminated these people so cleanly that the people watching the battle around him reassessed his combat strength. I thought that he was only in a high position because of Emperor Qinglong's favor, but I didn't expect his martial arts to be so high!

This series of movements was very difficult just to sweep down from the stone platform in an instant, let alone find a specific target from the crowd fighting together.

Receiving Liu Qiran's grateful gaze, Wu Zhengxiang bowed slightly. He didn't just do it for him, but he also wanted to defend Gao Mang's dignity and punish these small subordinate countries with evil intentions.

He gestured to the crown prince on the high platform, dusted off his lower robe, which was a little messy from this action, and walked unhurriedly towards the viewing seat.

This time, he didn't use his body, but no one dared to underestimate him. Wu Zhengxiang's fierce reputation in Beijing mostly comes from the identity of the commander of the Xiao Cavalry Guard, and this is the first time he has performed martial arts in front of everyone.

Shocked by him, the people in the stands first fell silent, and then let out thunderous applause and wave after wave of cheers.

Those young daughters-in-law, aunts and aunts were even more fascinated by his excellent demeanor, and they were so excited that they yelled, and some even screamed and passed out.

"It's obvious that I'm fighting, but the limelight is still robbed by Second Brother Wu!" Liu Qiran was not angry, turned his head and looked at the warriors who were stunned by this accident, and let out a shout.

His face was hideous, and at this moment, he seemed to be possessed by the god of war, inspiring a monstrous battle intent.

The samurai at the front of the line couldn't help but shrink back when he saw this scene.

"Cone Formation!"

With a shout of rage, the Guards changed with it.

The anger of the brothers who were secretly wounded by the other party, the refreshment of Wu Zhengxiang who fell from the sky to solve the enemy, and the encouragement of the prince of the world all turned into high morale at this moment.

In less than a cup of tea, the formation evolved from a defense-oriented turtle back formation to a sharp and rapid forward and strong cone formation with strong wings.

On the samurai side, many of the samurai didn't know that there were people hiding hidden weapons among them. Until they were found out, their morale was greatly damaged.

After all, a samurai has the dignity of a samurai. In such a military exercise between the two armies, there was such a sinister villain on their side, and this kind of shame made their morale extremely low.

Under the long-term dissolution, they were broken through and cut off by the advance of the guard regiment, and then besieged by the guards who covered the two wings.

There is no suspense in this game.

Although it was a martial arts exercise, everyone in the guard regiment fired real fire, and rushed towards the enemy with red eyes. For every samurai who left the field, there were at least seven or eight green dots on them.