Although his position in the Dengzhou camp is no longer something that can be shaken by such a trivial matter, and winning or losing is not a matter of concern at all, Gao Liang is still cautious and wants to go all out.

Because in his opinion, this comparison is not about his personal gains and losses, but about the face of the entire Dengzhou battalion, and he must not lose in the hands of this kind of red hair.

So after Huang Yang gave the order, Gao Liang leveled the tiger gun in his hand, his body squatted slightly, and his eyes instantly became sharp.

Jem also opened his mouth wide when he saw Gao Liang's appearance, but he was not surprised, he just didn't understand, why did this Ming army put the spear so early?

On the battlefield in the West, whether it is an axe or spearman, it should be held vertically in the hand at the beginning, and it is more convenient to adjust it in battle.

As for the action of highlighting, Jem thinks that it should be done within twenty steps of the distance, which can save physical strength, but after thinking about it, Jem still tilts the axe gun in his hand slightly, pointing at the highlight at an angle.

After he finished all the movements, Gao Liang was already stepping on his military boots, holding up the tiger gun and roaring towards him, perhaps to create a shocking effect, so Gao Liang used all his strength at the beginning, intending to fight quickly.

At this time, Jem's heart was a little happy, he felt that with the highlight of this style of play, it would not be long before he ran out of strength.

When Gao Liang rushed to a distance of about thirty paces from him, Jem trotted up with an axe and gun, but it was still tilted at an angle, and the people around him couldn't understand it.

"Hmph."

When Gao Liang saw Jem rushing over, he snorted coldly in his heart, and the steps on his feet were even faster, obviously with a plan to rush.

"Qiang~!"

The strength of the two of them is not small, and this time they are also trying their best not to be sloppy at all, after hearing this, Gao Liang immediately glared at him, and his brows were furrowed.

This, what's going on?

The head of the high-brightness tiger gun was actually stuck between Jem's axe, the small axe and the tip of the grass, because the high-brightness was flattening the charge, the weight and speed of the tiger gun determined one thing, and he couldn't stop at this time!

However, Jem obviously underestimated Gao Liang's physical fitness, and felt that Daming's people generally couldn't eat, so he let go of his steps and prepared to end the first game with strength.

Gao Liang is an experienced veteran in the end, and it is the moment when Jem lets go of his steps, and he immediately sweeps the hall.

Jem didn't expect Gao Liang to still have strength, as soon as he let go of his steps, he was hit hard, and he suddenly stood unsteadily, and took a few steps back to stabilize his body, and it was difficult to make a second attack in a while.

Gao Liang pulled back the tiger gun, his eyes tightened, and according to the habit of daily drills, he jumped violently, and the tiger gun stabbed at Jem again with a strong wind.

Gao Liang had forgotten that he was competing at this time, and looking at the reddened eyes, he was obviously murderous.

Jem was frightened by his eyes, and this Ming army general seemed to have infinite strength, even he himself was already gasping violently, but Gao Liang couldn't see any tiredness at all.

There are many things that Jem doesn't know, since Wang Zheng was still the sentry officer of Wendeng Battalion, no matter how windy or snowy, no matter how cold or frozen, Wendeng Bing has never had one uninterrupted training subject, that is, running, non-stop.

The soldiers of the Dengzhou battalion are the former Wendeng soldiers, and until now, the physical fitness of ordinary soldiers is not much more than that of ordinary tartars, and they will not feel tired easily, and Gao Liang is one of the best.

For him, those were just a warm-up.

Everyone can see that the gap between Jem and Gao Liang is too big, Gao Liang is pressing step by step, but Jem can only let him slaughter, just hard support.

Jem ran a few steps back, saw Gao Liang rushing over again, stuck the axe gun in his hand into the soil, and shook his head to admit defeat.

There was a lot of applause in the stadium, and the dozen or so Portuguese behind Cem were even more dejected.

Jem's chest swelled violently, and he continued to pant heavily, obviously because of the violent movement and sprinting just now, which made him seriously unbearable without much training.

Gao Liang didn't have anything to do, he still stood still with an even breath.

Everyone applauded loudly, and the red lady clapped her hands and looked at Wang Zheng, but found that he was frowning and thinking about something, his expression was solemn, and he didn't see the slightest joy.

The victory and defeat are already clear, and ordinary people can't understand it, but Wang Zheng and Huang Yang, who have been in battle for a long time, can see it at a glance.

It was not the tiger gun that won just now, but Gao Liang, who had a serious gap in physical fitness with the foreigner Jem, and the perennial combat and drill training made him even more ruthless.

I don't know if it's related to Wang Zheng's training methods, the soldiers and generals of the Dengzhou battalion have a tendency to fight in and die, and this is the case with Fang Cailiang.

If it weren't for Huang Yang shouting a reminder outside the court, I'm afraid he would have killed Jem directly in the courtyard.

Jem may not be very good at using an axe gun, but just using this little fur, he would have been able to mount the bright tiger gun at the beginning, if he hadn't relaxed later and was caught.

In Wang Zheng's opinion, there is only one thing Gao Liang can do, give up the tiger spear, draw out the waist knife melee combat, and this competition is to compare the charging ability.

There is no doubt that the axe gun, although a little heavier than the tiger gun, is indeed much easier to use.

In the second game, fight within 20 steps.

At this time, the people in the field already felt that it was not interesting, the foreigner who was holding an axe and gun so far away could not win, how could he win in close combat.

Gao Liang still sat down calmly and prepared, put down the tiger gun, Jem suffered a loss, and had a deep understanding of Gao Liang's strength, this time he leaned back at the top of the axe gun, but the bottom was secretly leaning forward.

Huang Yang glanced at Wang Zheng, and after receiving the instruction, he waved his hand and said:

"The second game, the competition begins!"

Before the words fully landed, Gao Liang rushed out like a swift cheetah with a tiger gun, shouted violently, and stabbed out violently according to the assassination skills taught by Wang Zheng.

At a distance of twenty steps, Gao Liang is very confident, and he will definitely be able to solve it with one move this time.

Jem saw Gao Liang rushing towards him, but he didn't hesitate to turn his head and run, and after running a few steps, he ran to the left on one side, and the axe and gun in his hand were still holding as usual when he ran.

As soon as Jem ran like this, the onlookers immediately sighed.

What this Hongmaoyi is best at is still escaping from the battle, fighting at close range, how can anyone run at the beginning, what kind of competition method is this.

However, the highlight is not good in the dark way, the tiger gun is made of stainless steel, although the weight is not as good as the axe gun, but it is not light, and it is easy to adjust the angle of the forward rush.

If he turns forcibly, according to past experience, he will be unsteady on his feet, and the moves he trains on weekdays are all one-by-one assassination fights, which are not so easy to adjust.

Gao Liang suddenly felt tricky, if this red hair turned and ran again, would he not be able to adjust it again.