Captives...... Belch...... No, at this time, the prisoners should be called, and their labor camp is in full swing, and Ye Feng is bored, organizing the clansmen to have martial arts competitions.

This was not decided by him patting his head alone, but by the clansmen who held back for most of the winter and unanimously requested.

Originally, he thought this was very troublesome, and he was about to resign, but anyway, with his prestige in the tribe, the tribesmen would not say anything if he pushed it away.

But then I thought that if a tribe and a country want to develop, it must be missing one spirit, that is, the martial spirit.

The martial spirit, literally, is the advocating of force.

But this does not mean that martial spirit equals belligerence!

Martial peoples do not always want to settle disputes through war, but they always see war as a positive way to solve problems!

In the Han Dynasty, the martial spirit of the whole society was flourishing, and there were many people who were willing to serve the country in the army and make contributions, including various elite talents.

Therefore, there is Ban Chao's "pen from Rong". Therefore, there is a Han generation, destroying the Huns, breaking Loulan, and Pingqiang people, with outstanding military achievements, and achieving the good story of those who offend our Han Tianwei, although they are far away.

The Tang Dynasty also prevailed in martial arts, destroying the Eastern and Western Turks, pacifying Xue Yantuo, conquering Goryeo and making contributions outside the territory, and showing off the power of the Chinese state to deter the four empires.

However, because the Han and Tang dynasties were too hard-working, they dragged themselves down the abyss of destruction, which is a point that future generations must be vigilant about.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng decided to hold this fighting competition, firstly, to relieve the lack of everyone, and secondly, to maintain the tribe's martial arts.

At the same time, he also decided that martial arts competitions like this should be held at this time of year.

The location was set in the tribal square, and in the center of the square was a simple wooden platform surrounded by thick ropes, which was a primitive version of the ring.

The area around the ring was already crowded with people, and all the tribesmen except the warriors who guarded the prisoners had arrived.

The most worshipped thing by primitive people was power. Where is the reason for the absence of such a grand occasion?

Ye Feng stood in the ring, looked at the noisy crowd, and shouted: "Everyone be quiet first, I'll announce the rules of the game!" ”

"First, the opponents of both sides of the game are determined by drawing!"

"Second, don't attack the crotch and other fatal parts!"

"Thirdly, any part of the body that touches the ground except for the feet is considered to be down, and then I will go to the number of ten, and if I haven't gotten up yet, it means failure!"

"Fourth, you can't attack the referee!"

"Fifth, when you hear the gong sound, immediately stop any attack!"

"That's the rule, if someone violates one of the above rules during the game, it is considered a defeat, and the other team wins!"

Well, this rule is so simple, Ye Feng originally wanted to copy the rules of boxing matches in later generations, but thinking that there were too many restrictions like that, it was red tape for primitive people, and it would only suppress their ferocity, so he just gave up and came up with such a simple version.

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the group of people who signed up and said, "Are you clear?" ”

The group nodded in unison and shouted, "Clear! ”

And Liu Junting's answer is as different as ever, "Ye Feng, whoever fouls is a pig!" ”

Hearing this, Ye Feng's eyelids twitched, what did this guy learn after learning him, but he learned very quickly, as if he was helped.

"And I can beat them all down!" As soon as Liu Junting's words came out, the people around him felt that these words were very unreliable.

"Alas, old tree, what do you mean by this, you didn't take us seriously!" The root of the tree said unconvinced.

Liu Junting pursed his lips and said, "You are not tribal warriors, and your combat effectiveness is definitely not as good as ours!" ”

When the tree root heard this, his eyes widened, and he said, "Who said that if you don't have the combat strength of a warrior, you can't do it?" ”

Liu Junting snorted and said, "That's what I said, what's wrong?" ”

"Okay, remember what you said today, I'm going to take care of it...... What's that? Ye Feng said ...... Team, slap in the face, slap you in the face! ”

When Liu Junting heard this, he hurriedly stretched out his black face and said, "Okay, you hit, it's a foul to slap your face, even if you hit, when you are judged to be a foul, I will win!" ”

Root: "......"

Ye Feng didn't care about the bickering of these two people, he took out a bamboo stick, the bamboo stick had numbers drawn on it, as long as two people operated the same number, they would be recognized as a group of the competition.

Coincidentally, Liu Junting and the tree roots were divided into a group.

So both of them looked at each other with the eyes of the enemy, if it weren't for the color of battle revealed in their eyes, people who didn't know would still think it was a pair of, and they were looking at each other with affection.

"When will it start, I can't wait!"

"yes, when will it start?"

"It's really not good, I'm on!"

"You're on? Look at your skinny look, funny, right? ”

……

"Bell!" Suddenly, a gong rang out, startling the noisy crowd.

It turned out that it was Mengsha, who came to deliver the gong, and struck it when he saw the noisy appearance of the clansmen.

The child in her womb was very large by this time, and according to the estimation of the eldest woman in the tribe, who had given birth to the most children, she could lose weight so that she would give birth in a month or two.

When he reached the time of childbirth, he was resting in the cave of the tribe, but when he heard that the tribe was holding a fighting match, he immediately didn't care about anything.

Well, the aggressive character of the primitive man is vividly displayed in him, a pregnant woman.

"Ye Feng, your gong."

Ye Feng nodded, took the gong, and said with a smile: "You did a good job just now, I'm worried about how to shut up these kids!" ”

When Meng Sha heard that she had done Ye Feng a great favor, she was immediately excited, and she only heard her say: "It's nothing, I should do it!" ”

Looking at her like that, it seems like a great honor to be able to help Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn't talk nonsense to her, he waved his hand and said, "Okay, you go down first, when watching the game, you have to stabilize your emotions, don't hurt the child in your stomach!" ”

Meng Sha heard that Ye Feng was concerned about herself, nodded gratefully, and walked into a group of melon-eating people according to Ye Feng's instructions.

"Bell!"

The gong was sounded again, and Ye Feng shouted at the top of his voice: "The first fighting competition of the Xingyue Tribe starts now!" ”

"Bell!"

The gong was struck again, and everyone applauded.

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