A group of Imperial Forest Army was gambling happily, Chen Lixia's waist knife was all over the table, and when they saw someone coming in, they didn't care, stared, lowered their voices, and shouted: "Big, big, big......" Others said: "Small, small, small......" The red dice spun rapidly, just like a spinning top, dazzling, after a while, the dice swayed, as if drunk, and slowly stopped, it was actually three o'clock, for small. Those who shouted small were overjoyed, copied their hands, and swept the copper coin into their arms, and the losing party hung his head and scolded repeatedly: "Unlucky!" Bad luck! ”

The person close to Geng Gong made a big bet, and the pressure happened to be small, and there were piles of copper coins in front of him, and he couldn't help but smile. Geng Gong took the opportunity to ask: "Gambling and drinking alcohol is a capital crime in the army!" ”

The man looked up and felt very strange: "This brother, if you like to gamble, you will gamble, and if you don't bet, get out!" This is a tiger camp, a mouth of gibberish, beware of the dog's life! ”

The rest of the people glared at Geng Gong and hated him for talking too much. Those who lost money, rolled up their sleeves and wanted to beat, but when they saw Geng Gong growing up and didn't know the details, they didn't dare to move. Yang Yan was not in a hurry, took out an ingot of five taels of gold, threw it on the table, and said coldly: "Can this be a bet?" ”

The gold rolled on the table a few times, then stopped, bursting out with dazzling light. Those people stared greedily and said in unison: "Bet, gamble!" Geng Gong was stunned for a moment, suddenly understood, reached out and took the dice, and said, "I'll be the banker in this game!" Three taels of gold, all bet! ”

Everyone was amazed, this was an out-and-out gamble! They have been fighting in the casino all year round, but they have never seen such a posture, and their palms are sweaty and their hearts are pounding. The bold, took out the copper coin, and cowered and scaled on the table; Timid, he couldn't help but take a few steps back and look at it.

Geng Gong thought to himself: "These people in the camp are the thorns of the Royal Forest Army!" Since they like to gamble, I might as well show my hands and convince them! Thinking of this, Geng Gong pushed the gold and said in a deep voice: "I'll bet small, a little!" Everyone was in a commotion, and they all thought, "This man is not able to measure himself, and he is doomed!" "It turned out that gambling in the Han Dynasty was won or lost by big and small points, like Geng Gong's specific pressure on a few points, the winning rate was bleak, and no one dared to bet like this.

Geng Gong clasped the dice in his hand, looked at everyone, and said, "Don't bet quickly, I'm going to roll the dice!" One person pushed a pile of money to the "big" and said, "Bet big." The rest of the people have bet on it, and they have formed a heads-up situation. Yang Yan was a little anxious, and said in a low voice: "Brother, why do you bet like this, if you lose, you don't have a book." Geng Gong looked at him and smiled slightly.

Geng Gong saw that everyone had made a good bet, so he dialed the dice in his hand a few times, up and down, left and right, and kept shaking, like a butterfly wearing flowers. Suddenly turned around, looked back at the moon, and the dice were thrown, shot out, and landed on the table, like nailing, not rolling, just dripping and spinning in place. Everyone held their breath, their eyes did not blink, they stared at the dice, their palms were sweating, and they were really nervous to the extreme. Only Geng Gong, who was determined to be idle, had the chance to win, glanced at everyone, and waited for the dice to stop.

The strength faded, and the dice swayed as if to stop. Everyone's faces were flushed, their hearts were clenched, and they shouted in a low voice: "Big, big, big......" The dice finally unloaded all their strength, and finally rolled, stopped moving, a little blood red, pointing straight to the sky!

"A little!" Yang Yan shouted loudly, surprised in his heart: "My brother never gambles, why should he lose a few points, what time is it?" Those people screamed, very annoyed, and watched as Geng Gong swept piles of copper coins into his side.

"Fuck, where did the turtle king eight come from, dare to come to the tiger camp to make the old man!" Suddenly, one jumped up, slammed the table, and roared loudly in anger. The other Royal Forest Soldiers suddenly realized, their eyes erupted with anger, and they shouted: "Make Lao Qian, hum, don't look at it, what kind of place is this!" ”

Geng Gong was not afraid, and said coldly: "Three-year-old children know that they are willing to gamble and lose, the dignified Imperial Forest Army, they shouldn't have gambled, since they have gambled, they should take out the appearance of gambling, but now they are not as good as three-year-old children, wouldn't it make the world laugh!" ”

Yang Yan sprinkled salt on his wound and said disdainfully: "The deeds of the Royal Forest Army are scoundrels, but if you reach out and ask for money, you don't care if you want to be shameless."

The man was furious: "Damn eat the gall of a leopard, and dare to run to the tiger camp to spread wild, it's just dead!" He jumped onto the table, flew up, and kicked Geng Gong in the face.

"Good time!" Geng Gong retreated slightly, and then avoided it. How could the man give up? The hands are slightly bent, in the shape of a hook, like a giant eagle, volleying down! The rest of the people retreated, made room, and formed a circle again, watching with great interest, thinking that with the martial arts of vultures, it would be easy to clean up a handful of people.

Of course, these little abacus couldn't escape Geng Gong's eyes, and he thought to himself: "It's just right, let them see my methods!" He did not shy away from it, and imitated the vulture, using his hand as a hook, and meeting him with a hard touch. Hearing a scream, the vultures fell from mid-air and fell to the ground, their hands trembling, and they couldn't exert any more strength. The rest of the Guards were horrified. The vultures are the top masters in the tiger camp, especially the eagle claws in one hand, the broken stone and the stele, which are as easy as a hand, but now they are defeated in the hands of Geng Gong, and they all think in their hearts: "Who is this person?" What is he here for? If Captain Tiger had known, he would have killed us all? If you die horizontally and vertically, it is better to rely on the large number of people and besiege it, maybe there is still a trace of life! The crowd shouted and rushed forward. Geng Gong was unceremoniously, the guide hit the south, pointed the north to fight the north, and the Royal Forest Army was beaten and screamed, staggered, and lay on the ground.

Some of the Imperial Guards shouted: "Brother who drinks, stop drinking, come and help!" "If a stone is thrown into the sea, how can there be an echo? Turning his head, he saw that the Guards were either lying on the table or lying on the ground, I don't know whether they were dead or alive, but the stranger who had mixed in was still drinking cup after cup. It turned out that Fan Qiang had been hunting with his grandfather since he was a child, tracking prey, and staying in the wild for a few days. In order to keep out the cold, I often drink a little liquor, and slowly, the amount of alcohol becomes unusually large. It's just that Fan Qiang has always been self-disciplined and never drinks alcohol in the army. But he knows this very well, and knows that people who drink alcohol have a characteristic, whoever drinks a lot is the master; Whoever drinks a little is the grandson of the turtle. When entering the account, Fan Qiang saw that the Imperial Forest Army was eating and drinking, so he had a plan and rushed over, one cup on the left and one cup on the right, and actually poured the table full of Imperial Forest Army to the ground, but he was unscathed.