The allied forces of the vassal states were stationed on the spot, and the steppe people retreated a stone's throw away, set up tents, slaughtered cattle and sheep, and it seemed that it was really going to be a duel that would never stop fighting.

"Old thing, let your people go eat something, Lao Tzu won't kill those starving ghosts." After Amu finished shouting, he turned his horse's head and returned to the tent to eat meat and drink wine.

The soldiers of the vassal states put on a defensive posture while burying pots and cooking. They were not at ease with these cunning steppe people and were afraid to take advantage of the opportunity to attack.

However, these unkempt haired creatures seemed to be quite calculating, and did not attack during the entire meal time, and people's clenched hearts slowly relaxed.

Half an hour later, the duel began.

The steppe people got hundreds of wooden stakes and smashed them into the meadow, and strung them with wool ropes to make a large sheepfold that was not very regular.

They left ten men behind, and the rest of them laughed and returned to the tent and began to drink, as if they were not interested in such a duel.

It was the soldiers of the vassal states, in order to select the warriors who fought for the first time, quarreled and quarreled for a long time, and in the end, the old general directly made a decision, starting with the Yan people first, everyone took turns, anyway, these grassland people have made it clear, they will not die, it is estimated that everyone has the opportunity to go up and die.

There are many heroes in Yandi, so the ten soldiers they selected look quite powerful, first of all, they look fierce.

The ten men held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, and slowly walked into the field.

They were a little dissatisfied with the duel venue made by the steppe people, because it didn't look formal enough, like a three-year-old child holding a big egg for the first time, twisting and turning, it was really fucking disgusting!

However, they don't have a choice, they now have the upper hand and have the right to decide a lot of things.

The ten steppe men stood there loosely, their sheepskin robes soaked from the rain, their unkempt hair sticking dirty against their black heads, and the ridiculous hoop legs of each of them made them look a little funny.

They carried a wooden stick in their hands, of unknown material, and it looked smooth, like the whip of the shepherds.

"Please!" Ten Yandi heroes hugged their fists and invited each other, and said loudly.

The ten prairie people seemed to be a little shy, clenched their fists awkwardly, and some even reached out and scratched the back of their heads, as if they were not quite used to this kind of duel full of rituals.

The soldiers of the alliance of the vassal states burst into laughter, and they finally had the advantage in etiquette and raised their eyebrows.

These miscellaneous pieces on the grassland, they don't even know the most basic etiquette, righteousness and shame, aren't they just jumping on horseback? Isn't it just that the archery is more powerful? Isn't it just like a fox to lead everyone into the encirclement, use despicable means, and then use the continuous autumn rain of this bastard bastard to get everyone into trouble?

"Kill the crumbs!"

"Cut off their dogs' heads!"

"Fight! War! War! ”

The morale of the soldiers of the vassal states gradually rose, and finally they became a little manly.

The ten Yandi heroes had already discussed when they entered, advancing and retreating together, living and dying together.

This is the fundamental method of warfare of the infantry.

With a "brush", the sword was unsheathed.

"Bang", the shield has been established.

A team of ten people actually used the method of arranging troops on the battlefield, and the soldiers of the other vassal states nodded again and again, and they were very admired.

Yandi is a strong man, and his name is well deserved!

On the other hand, the ten grassland miscellaneous pieces are a little funny, staring at their dog eyes, a little dazed and at a loss, trying to lift the wooden stick in their hands, but they seem to feel inappropriate, seven up and down, not neat at all.

"Come on, prairie dog, pounce on and bite your uncle!"

"Hahaha!"

The crowd clamored and laughed.

Amu, who was drinking silently in the distance, finally laughed, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, half-squinting his eyes, and looking at the soldiers of the vassal states who were provoked by him with a smile.

"Kill!" The ten Yandi strong men shouted violently and suddenly took a big step forward.

The ten steppe people seemed to be startled, and one of them took a small step back, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

The steppe people seem to be cowardly, which is a good thing.

Damn, after soaking in mud and water for many days, and so many brothers died, I can finally have a duel in the open.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Thousands of people shouted in unison, and the vultures in the distance flew up and circled for a while, before continuing to fall on the highly decomposed corpses and peck at them.

The ten Yandi heroes were in great spirits, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, they shouted in unison, and took a big step forward.

The ten prairie men glanced back at the tent, as if to complain about whether their own people should also make some noise to boost their morale.

Amu and the others didn't care about this, they just ate meat, drank wine, and the windshield wipers brushed down, making everyone look like chickens in soup.

The formation of the Yandi warriors is indeed a bit of a doorway, advancing and retreating together, fighting side by side, and even one against three in infantry combat, which looks difficult to start.

Seeing that the ten steppe people were about to be forced out of the dueling arena, everyone began to clamour, ridicule, curse, and spit on, and they almost took the sword in their hands to play.

Seeing that the fire was almost over, the ten Yandi strong men shouted and suddenly made a move.

One sword, also ten swords.

Under the array, the ten swords are also a hundred swords.

The sword qi is rampant.

Ten swords, swords and swords, the sword qi shrouded the ten grassland miscellaneous fragments, so that they could not avoid it.

The ten steppe men seemed to be a little flustered, and awkwardly raised the whip in their hands, trying to fend off the lightning-fast ten swords.

There was a soft "click", and the ten whips broke in response.

Ten swords shot straight to the throat.

The ten prairie men rolled clumsily on a lazy donkey, and they were able to avoid the deadly sword, and rolled five or six times in the mud before they stumbled to their feet.

Their faces were covered with mud and grass leaves, and they looked at the whip in their hands, which was less than a foot old, and their faces were embarrassed.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The soldiers of the vassal states were excited and shouted in unison.

"Kill!"

Ten Yandi warriors marched in unison, and suddenly it was another sword.

The ten prairie people couldn't run fast in the mud, and they saw the ten swords stabbing at them, like ten fools, and a lazy donkey rolling.

They look so embarrassed that they make people itch their teeth, and they want to be torn to pieces.

"Kill!"

The strong man of Yandi was full of energy, brushed and brushed three swords one after another, and finally forced the ten grassland beasts to the stake, and there was no way to retreat.

The ten steppe men were also nimble, and crawled through the middle of the ten swords and jumped into the middle of the dueling arena.

"Kill!"

The ten swords did not hesitate and stabbed out in an instant.

Finally, someone hung the lottery.

A steppe man had a sword in his arm, and blood flowed for a long time.

In the distance, the steppe people seemed to be taken aback, stood up one after another, stepped on horseback, and rushed to a steady stop outside the circle, as if they were about to rescue people.

The soldiers of the vassal states made a loud noise, scolded loudly, and told those steppe people to go back.

Amu sat on horseback, looking at his ten people like ten water dogs, chased by the Yandi warriors, his face was a little ugly.

However, he didn't say anything, reined in the horse's head, slowly took a few dozen steps back, carried a bag of mare's milk wine, and drank it slowly, his face was cloudy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the dueling arena, the battle entered a white heat, and the ten steppe people finally entered the role from the initial discomfort and launched a clumsy counterattack.

Carrying whips less than a foot long, they dodged the fierce attacks of the ten bronze swords as they leaped from place to place looking for an opportunity to fight back.

The more Yandi strong men play, the more comfortable they become, and the cooperation is becoming more and more tacit, one step at a time, one advance and one retreat, all have rules.

The ten prairie people were like ten clowns, the more they fought, the more they didn't talk, and some people even grabbed a handful of mud and threw it at the opponent as a hidden weapon, causing everyone to laugh and scold angrily.

Amu sat on horseback, shook his head and sighed, and whispered something to a young man beside him.

The old general of Yan Guo half-squinted, not caring about the scene in the duel arena at all, he had been paying attention to Amu's every move.

He'd have to beware of this little brute getting into trouble.

However, apart from being a little disappointed in his ten people, Amu didn't seem to have made any other moves, which made the old general slowly relax. However, he still didn't dare to take it lightly, these steppe people were too cunning, it was simply disgusting, and he had to fight them with one more heart.

On the dueling field, the battle became more and more dangerous, and another steppe man hung a color, with a sword in his shoulder, and a trace of blood seeped into the outside of the sheepskin robe, which was quickly diluted by the rain.

The ten Yandi warriors became more and more brave the more they fought, and the ten swords were all over the place, and even cut the grass nearby, which looked amazing.

There was a grassland man who was forced to roll into the mud by a sword, scooped up a handful of mud, and threw it at the head and face of the strong man of Yandi.

This kind of indiscriminate method is also common in the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, and it is generally a trick used by the weak, although it cannot hurt the enemy, but it is extremely disgusting.

The ten Yandi warriors suddenly raised their left shields to block the bits and pieces of mud.

In an instant, the shield fell and the sword came out, and it turned out that ten swords stabbed at the bad dog mongrel at the same time, enveloping his entire body.

Obviously, everyone's patience has been almost exhausted, and they want to kill one person first.

Ten against ten, Yandi Zhuangshi has a slight upper hand, once they join forces to kill one, it will be different.

Seeing that the ten swords were about to be crucified in the mud, the other nine steppe people drank violently and rushed forward, trying to save their own people.

The steppe man shrouded in sword qi rolled in the mud for a while, splashing the mud, covering everyone's eyes, I don't know what method was used, and he actually escaped from death.

However, in the blink of an eye, his sheepskin robe was broken into seven or eight by ten swords, and hung comically on his body.

Avoiding the fatal ten swords, the man did not dare to confront him head-on, and ran from place to place, jumping up and down, like a frightened mule and kicking around, constantly splashing the mud on the ground.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The crowd was excited and fought.

The ten Yandi heroes really raised their eyebrows, and let those grassland people see what heroism is and what is the quality that a man should have.

"If you can't kill them, you will die!" Amu's face was ugly, he shouted violently, and the whip of the "horn" was whipped on the horse's buttocks, and he went back to the tent.

The other grassland people looked at each other, neither walking, nor leaving, so they had to look at the ten Yandi heroes in the field with unkind faces, and even some people quietly took out bows and arrows and pinched them in their hands.

"Stinky and shameless, do you want to be beaten in a group?"

"Dog's day, don't meddle!"

The soldiers of the vassal states shouted and cursed, and also took out their bows and arrows.

The scene suddenly became a little tense.

Those steppe people slowly put away their bows and arrows, reined in their horses' heads, and slowly withdrew dozens of paces, watching from a distance.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Thousands of people shouted in unison, not noticing that the corners of the mouths of the ten embarrassed grassland people in the field were slightly upturned, revealing an imperceptible smile.