Chapter 5: Akako (Mikami)

"Good guys. Laugh at. this world. Good people are long gone." Little Wangye's face changed instantly. Sneered again and again. He could accept his nephew's inference that the Japanese would be defeated sooner or later. It is also possible to consider the other side's rather unconventional heresy that only the development of industry can fundamentally change the grassland. Only for the last sentence. Repulsion from the heart.

With his more than 30 years of life experience. Whoever can achieve great things. Incomparably black-hearted, ruthless, and thick-skinned. No matter whether Zhang Dashuai was back then. It's still the current King of Germany. If you really do a good job. It has long been a snack on the opponent's plate. Where is there a chance to dominate one side. Throughout the ages. The so-called good guys. It's just the gold that the victor puts on his face after the victory. Until then, anyway. The loser is already dead and can't die anymore. Splash all the dirty water on the grave. He can still get out of the ground to defend his own family.

"Bottom. More than one person down there said that." Xiao Menghe didn't expect his uncle's reaction to be so strong. His face turned red when he was spoken. Muttered in a low voice.

"Who said that. How dare they say it to my face? The thoughts of the poor ghosts. That's not it. the world. When it's their turn, it's up to them.." Little Prince Bai Yin continued to shrug his shoulders. Sneering at the naivety of his nephew.

This is down. Xiao Menghe has no common language with him at all. Simply turn your head to the sand. Continue to play under the stands. Two strangled teams are fighting hard. With personal prowess and great organizational skills. The cavalry of the Ruyun Dragon Division charged every time. can tear Zhang Fatzi's team from the middle. But Zhang Fatzi is obviously not a master who likes to admit defeat. Actually after the team was scattered. It can also launch counterattacks from both flanks. Let the people who go to the cloud dragon pay a considerable price in each hedge.

In the blink of an eye. A new round of hedging has begun. Iruto Dragon takes the lead. With the brethren behind him in a wedge-shaped array. He stabbed straight into the center of the "enemy formation". Zhang Fatzi also did not hesitate to drive his men and horses to meet him. In the high-speed gallop, the team slowly dispersed into an inverted goose formation. Soon. The two cavalry teams came into contact. The saber wrapped in a strip of cloth dances. Chalk powder splashes all around. Every rider who leaves a chalk mark on his body. were sentenced to be killed on the spot. Automatically quit the battle. The rest continued to hover their horses. Shouting and fighting. It's hard to kill.

Irumo Dragon's opponent this time. is a small Mongolian youth. Very good riding. But the sword skills are far worse than those of the Cloud Dragon. Just one face. was cut out of a white mark on the chest by the cloud dragon. He grinned and withdrew from the "battlefield" and pulled his mount in the audience in protest. Brother Long. You're cheating. Tricks. If on the battlefield. Fight to take your knife. I can also take off one of your arms with my backhand......"

His words were quickly drowned out in the rumbling sound of horses' hooves. Both the attacker and the defender don't want to stop and fight. Invariably urging the mounts. Disengagement from the "enemy" . Distance each other again. And then. At a distance of about 200 meters, they turned their horses' heads. Raise your saber high again. Face-to-face begins to accelerate.

"Irito Irimo is afraid that I will lose." VIP seats. Little Wang Ye Bai Yin suddenly commented. The words are tinged with a bit of schadenfreude.

"How is that possible. His side clearly has the upper hand." Young Master Meng He was watching it intently. Forgot about the previous argument with his uncle. False rebuttal.

With a bit of ostentation. At the same time, I also hope to ease the relationship with my nephew. Little Wang Ye Bai Yin smiled. Continue to whisper: "Look carefully. Fat Zhang's team over there. Every time he sent out to fight with Iruyun Dragon. What kind of people are they. Then look at it. Zhang Fatzi and that Zhao Xiaoshuan. What kind of opponent are the two of them looking for? I will understand whether what I said makes sense."

"You mean Fat Zhang......" Young Master Meng and Young Master frowned and glanced at it a few times. Then he stomped his feet angrily." Zhang Fatzi cheats. Each time, he put the weakest fighter in the team. Take the initiative to send it to Iruyun Dragon to cut. Then he bypassed the cloud dragon. Slash the opponent with relatively strong combat effectiveness. And then. Zhao Xiaoshuan went to cut the next class again. And then ......"

"Take me as a donkey. Enemy on top of each other!" The little prince Baiyin used a sentence of literary crepe. interrupted his nephew's ramblings." Iruto Dragon. The ability is first-class. But when it comes to making bad hearts. But according to that little black fat man, it's too far away. You go ahead and watch. It won't take two rounds to go on like this. The winner is already clear."

"This ......" Xiao Menghe knew that his uncle was using the example in front of him to continue to beat himself. Scratching his head. grinning wryly. Irumo Dragon obviously belongs to the righteous man and gentleman on the battlefield. But unconsciously was brought into the gutter by the "bad guy" of Zhang Fatzi. You can't turn over when you lose. But. How can Zhang Fatzi's "badness" on the battlefield be confused with the "good and bad" in the herdsmen's mouths? Aren't they the same thing at all? Uncle is clearly arguing with strong words.

I'm thinking about it depressedly. The situation of victory and defeat in the audience has become more and more obvious. Although Zhao Tianlong's team had the upper hand on the scene. But in almost every round of hedging. All greater than the losses of the "enemy" . Especially in the recent round. Because both sides of the war are getting fewer and smaller. The cumulative effect of the intrigue begins to double. When the two teams are separated again. There were only five people left on Zhao Tianlong's side, including himself. And as his opponent. Zhang Fatzi still has eight horses running beside him. The horsemen on horseback all laughed like foxes who had just finished stealing chickens.

"Hahahaha......" The audience also found out that the result of the battle was completely unexpected by everyone in advance. Or smile and give a thumbs up to the fat man. Or continue to cheer Zhao Tianlong with more intense applause. The more disparities in strength. The more you can show Brother Long's skills. What is one enemy and two enemies? More disparities. It's not like our brother Long hasn't experienced it.

In the cheers full of goodwill. Irumo Ryulong finally found out what the problem was. This time. He won't be fooled anymore. Lightly knocked the stirrup. Drive the mount. pounced directly on the cunning fat man. And the odds are in hand. Zhang Fatzi did not continue to hide from the dragon and walked. With Zhao Xiaoshuan two one left and one right. Unceremoniously gave the cloud dragon a two-enemy one. The riders under the two of them are automatically grouped into groups. Like two captains. Relying on superior forces to flank the "enemy". "Chop" the last four cavalrymen under the command of Iruyun Dragon out of the field.

One against two. It quickly turned into one against three. One against four. Enemy V. Except for those who "die together" with the enemy in the final round. All the cavalry under Zhang Songling. They all quickly gathered around. Together with the two captains. The final outflanking of the Irumo Dragon was unfolded. Everyone rode their horses and ran past the Iruyun Dragon. All quickly slashed out with a knife. And then it doesn't matter if it's cut in or not. Speed up and run away. After everyone ran more than thirty meters. Quickly turn the mount. Raise the saber wrapped in a thick strip of cloth again. Launch a new round of siege against Zhao Tianlong.

"Come on, Master Long."" Come on, Master Long." Humans are inherently fond of empathizing with the losing side. Especially in the case of an extremely unjust loss on the losing side. Compassion is becoming more and more overflowing. But Zhang Fatzi's dictionary. Apparently there is no such thing as "convergence". Rushed past Zhao Tianlong twice in a row. None of them were able to hit the other side. Round 3. He simply changed the target. Lean towards the side of the mount. Cut the "blade" directly into the lower abdomen of the yellow fat horse.

"Well done." The dragon broke off loudly. Tighten the reins. Dodge the sinister blow of the fat man. Immediately after. The saber in the hand quickly cuts down. I'm going to give Zhang Fat a belly breaker. The saber wrapped in the strip of cloth had not yet been cut into place. Suddenly. A hint of familiarity was seen on the little fat man's face.

"Fooled again." He quickly retracted his knife. Twist yourself to save yourself. Where is it too late. Zhao Xiaoshuan, who rushed over from the other side, took advantage of his attention to the side of the war horse. Suddenly a noose was thrown out from behind the saddle." Bang. Put a knot on the shoulders of the Irumo Dragon.