Hearing Xin Qiji's announcement, this year's big competition has increased the number of martial arts awards, and there is still silver to earn, and the audience is boiling. Even the more than 1,000 spectators watching from the sidelines of the training ground were amazed. The martial artists who participated in the competition were even more flushed, grinding their fists one by one, looking like they wanted to do a big job.

"Silence!" Xin Qiji let out a vigorous shout, and immediately suppressed the voice of the audience.

"There are many rewards though. However, in order to increase the confrontation of Dabi and promote the martial arts of our Great Qi, the Governor has specially ordered to change the rules of the game as follows, all martial arts academies listen well! ”

Changing the rules? Not only Song Zheng, but all the martial arts teams were taken aback. You must know that each team has some tactical arrangements for the rules of the game, and now if the rules are changed, they will definitely be affected, so almost every martial artist looks at each other.

"First, the competition venue has been changed from the original length of 100 zhang and width of 60 zhang to 50 zhang long and 30 zhang wide, which is reduced by half. Second, the time of the game has been changed from half an hour to two quarters of an hour. Third, the two sides of the game no longer win by grabbing the opponent's team flag, but to insert the team's flag into the opponent's 'local point', and win first. Except for these three points, the rest of the rules remain the same. ”

As soon as Xin Qiji finished reading it, the audience was in an uproar.

Song Zheng said secretly, it turned out to be interpolation, why does it sound a little awkward! However, in this way, the game will be more intense, and as soon as the two sides make a move, they must immediately charge with all their might. He stole a glance at Xin Yu, saw that his eyes narrowed slightly, and then returned to normal.

"Silence!" Xin Qiji snorted again, "Although the rules have changed, they are fair to every team. Soldiers, treacherous ways. As you can see, as soon as you enter the battlefield, not only will you see blood with a knife and fight to the death, but the battle situation is changing rapidly, and you must calmly dispatch and adapt to changes for the generals. You and others are the best in my Great Qi Martial Academy, he may be a general one day, and he will fight in the north and west, at that time, what rules can there be? Who is the one who talks to you about the rules? A little change today, what is it!? ”

Xin Qiji asked one by one, and slapped it on the faces of all the martial artists like a whip, and everyone was immediately speechless.

Xin Qiji glanced at the audience, and when he saw that no one spoke again, he shouted: "Come on, drain the ashes." ”

All the martial artists turned their bodies around in unison. I saw that two large carts appeared in the training ground at some point, and the carts were filled with large wooden barrels. A sergeant had already stepped forward and got out of the car with a wooden barrel in twos and twos. When a sergeant unplugged the bottom of the barrel, a stream of white lime slurry was drained out. In front of them, a sergeant had already measured the field and drew a line. The barrel drained all the way down the line. Soon a field with a length of 50 zhang and a width of 30 zhang was marked. Outside the lines at both ends of the field, about a foot away from the bottom line, a white dot with a radius of five inches is drained out, and everyone knows that it is the "original point".

Song Zheng calculated that this field was similar to the football field of later generations, only slightly longer. If you really have the ability to go through the field in a hundred steps, you can shoot from one end to the other. However, based on Song Zheng's observation, most of the martial artists with good strength have a range of about sixty steps, that is, more than seventy meters, and if they use short arrows and small bows, the range is about the same number. Zu Jie, who has the best archery skills, can shoot to eighty steps, almost a hundred meters. Even at sixty paces, the two sides would be within range with a slight charge, and the game would be fiercer than ever.

"Everyone is optimistic about the venue, and I will read out the schedule below. Each team should know their grouping and the first opponent, as for the order of the game. In the morning, Qizhou to Yanzhou, Qingzhou to Xuzhou, Dengzhou to Yizhou; In the afternoon, Weizhou vs. Shanzhou, Mizhou vs. Yunzhou, and Laizhou vs. Jeju. A quarter of an hour after the end of the first game, the second game is played. Did you get me? ”

"Understood!" The crowd shouted.

"Okay, the Qizhou team and the Yanzhou team listen to the order and enter the field!"

With Xin Qiji's order, the Yanzhou team "Provisional General" shouted, "Turn back, hurry!" He took the lead and ran into the center of the field.

Song Zheng hugged Xin Yu with a fist: "I wish Brother Xin a victory and success!" ”

"Borrow Xiaolang's auspicious words!" Xin Yu clenched his fists, turned around and shouted, "Qizhou Martial Arts Academy team, all the team members, turn back, hurry!" "Ran to the field as well.

When both teams reached the center of the field, they glared at each other like bullfights. Although according to the results of previous years, the strength of the Yanzhou Martial Arts Academy team is slightly worse, but stimulated by this year's awards, all the team members are very excited and have high morale. On the other hand, although the Qizhou Martial Arts Academy team is also high-spirited, their faces are calmer, and their military appearance is more neat.

At this time, a person who looked like a hundred households walked out of the pro-military camp, with twelve sergeants, and soon ran to the field, standing outside the line on both sides of the field. The hundred households walked into the venue, came to the middle of the Qizhou and Yanzhou teams, and shouted, "The two teams are coming, out of the ranks!" ”

Xin Yu and Yanzhou Lin walked in unison to the hundred households, and the hundred households took it out of their arms and drank, "Guess! Song Zheng knew that this was a single and double guess. Due to the wind direction involved in the big match, in order to avoid all teams competing for the upper hand, an arbitrator holds the green beans in his hand, and the two sides guess the odd and even numbers, and the correct guess chooses the side.

Since Dabi is in autumn, the wind blows from north to south along the side of the mountain, and all teams are willing to choose the north. However, the weather was sunny and windy today, so the impact on the game was not too great. Soon, the two teams completed the procedure, with the Yanzhou team occupying the north side and the Qizhou team occupying the south side.

Soon, the two teams were separated at opposite ends of the field. There, there were already several women dressed in coarse cloth, local weavers, each holding several pieces of cloth, each two feet square, with numerical numbers embroidered on them. The women took out their needles and threads and simply sewed the numbers onto the players, with a piece of cloth on each chest. The Qizhou team is red on a black background, and the Yanzhou team is black on a red background.

Looking at it this way, the two teams are clearly distinguished.

At both ends of the field, three wooden weapons, knives, guns, and sticks, as well as bows and arrows, were already prepared. Thirty weapons of each type are prepared for the team members to choose, but each person is limited to one. Of course, there is white ash on the weapons. There was also a limit to the number of arrows, with each bow equipped with fifteen headless arrows, and the tips of the arrows were dipped in white ash. In addition to these offensive weapons, there were, of course, thirty wooden shields.

After the tea, both teams were ready and stood at opposite ends of the field. Their respective team flags are inserted on the "original point" of the team, and the two big characters of "Qi" and "Yan" are constantly rolling up with the fluttering of the flag.

At this time, whether it was the martial arts team watching the battle or the more than 1,000 spectators, they were silent. However, on the stage, Qiao Zhenchuan stood with his beard twisted, smiling, and pointing at the two soldiers and horses beside him from time to time.

The hundred households on the field retreated to the side of the field and gave up their hands at the point of the platform. Xin Qiji pulled out the matching knife on his waist and pointed to the center of the field. The hundred-hundred-man immediately shouted: "Dabi begins!" (Tomorrow on the shelves, before 0:00 to send a short chapter, ask for flowers, and please continue to support!) ）