Lao Luocai, who returned to the rest area, realized in a trance that the first game of the competition would not last more than ten minutes, including the time before the war drums sounded. Just like the "sheep biting" competition at the Jockey Club in the later world, it is very intense and short, and it is not at all ridiculous like the so-called hundreds of rounds of battles in the novel.

The literati, or folk culture, always turn wars that they are not familiar with into part of the interpretation, as if they had actually seen it.

The second game was quickly ready.

Lao Luo and Cheng Shouru will not get off the field, but will press the formation and command in the back, giving Lao Luo the feeling that it is like a large-scale rugby game, except that there is no olive-shaped ball, and what needs to be snatched is not the ball, but a short stick smeared on the opponent.

There is no way, in order to avoid real casualties, it can only be so.

Lao Luo's side of a hundred people, except for only a few guys with injuries on their bodies, and the two unlucky ghosts who broke their legs in Smyrna at the earliest, were all dressed in armor, holding a shield and a flis shield in one hand, and the other hand was not a single knife or a nail hammer, but a slightly lighter hardwood short stick, the front end of the stick was coated with white clay, as long as the clay was put on the opponent, it could be counted as a kill according to the different parts.

The artisan battalion guards on the other side are also in similar attire, but the difference is the small round shield they hold in their hands, which is light and flexible, but the effectiveness of the defense is difficult to say.

Before the start of the competition, as usual, the two sides lined up. It's a lot like the street gangsters in later generations who talked about it, but in this scene, there are no small knives, watermelon knives, stainless steel pipes, twisted rebar, and baseball bats and the like. Some are big men covered in armor, and some are really heavy iris shields, small round shields, which are not pots and lids used by gangsters for defense, or even more deterrent attack weapons than the fiberglass shields used by riot police.

The speed of the people on both sides is completely incomparable, Lao Luo doesn't manage it at all, and his men begin to line up on their own, and the whole team is silent, fast and orderly; The people on the other side were very noisy, and Cheng Shouru, who had not recovered, was also shouting inside.

Li Xuan looked at the performance of the people on the field with concern, and looked at Lao Luo's expression with some curiosity, and leaned closer and asked, "San Lang, aren't you worried about the performance of your subordinates?" ”

"What's there to worry about, those guys have to try like this every day, and they're used to it. And, who do you think will win? Lao Luo spread his hands, it's not that he pretends to be calm, he really knows the end by looking at the opening, the only thing he needs to care about may be that a few unlucky ghosts will be injured in the competition.

"If there are no surprises, it must be your people who win. Just because of his height and body shape, he is a cut above the city guards, and ......" Li Xuan's voice was a little unnatural, gritting his teeth and then said, "How much does the shield in your hands weigh?" That thing alone could be compared to a battering ram. ”

"But we don't have a round shield, it's too lightweight, it's not defensive, and no one likes it." It's true that no one likes the small round shield, although it is light, but it really can't be defended, the people in Lao Luo's team are generally tall, and the small round shield must be able to prevent the top from the bottom, and it is easy to be broken by heavy weapons.

Li Xuan was speechless for a while, what Lao Luo said was indeed right, but the production of the small round shield is simple and saves materials, how much pig iron does it take for a kite-shaped shield? There is also a belt buckle hook at the back, which is basically a wear rate of at least one to two.

"Hey, Saburo, what are your warriors doing?" Li Xuan paused for a long time and discovered a little mystery.

"They're arguing!" Lao Luo replied a little angrily, not for Li Xuan, but a little annoyed that the bastards under his subordinates were about to start, and they were still fighting over the question of who was in front and who was behind.

Li Xuan was a little stunned, but he didn't have a chance to ask, and the war drums beat again.

On Lao Luo's side, because of the number of people, there were a few wounded who were injured in the previous encirclement and suppression of the Georgians, and Alck Helton, who was responsible for collecting information around him, failed to play, Cui Shibalang was coaxing the children, Nuralman was a follower by Lao Luo's side, and the rest of Stan, Sideknord, Naga and Mnachi were all dispatched.

Stan led the team to the front, followed by Gonzas and Nagar's five-man team, and behind were Sidürknord, Mnaqi, and Fischer, who was a horse breeder, but the teams behind did not follow, but drove to the rear of the city guard from the side.

Lao Luo Xin said, these guys are really greedy, but the difference in combat power between the two sides is nothing, and this kind of competition is really impossible to watch.

For Li Xuan, the same is true, this competition is really unwatchable, Luo Jiazaburo's side of the three biao-shaped big men led the team, the erected iris-shaped shield for the first time in a row hit more than a dozen people in a row, and then the surrounding five-person team began to fully unfold, dividing the formation, once there is a lone opponent, what is waiting is a short wooden stick that splits the head and covers the face, although no one has a dead hand, but every fallen city guard is full of white clay.

For a while, the field was full of "bang" and "pop" sounds, as well as wailing and cursing.

It's not that the city guards don't have the concept of group fighting, it's just that their combination hasn't had time to change, and they are cut by several opponents who are rampage, and then what they are waiting for is the routine-style upper and lower sticks or left and right sticks, and there is the shield impact, and the small round shield is completely useless.

The only few outstanding in the city guards are a few school captains Mo Dao General, they don't have a small round shield, just a thick wooden stick, with great strength, they also took a little advantage at the beginning, but after Stan and Naga and Gonzas rushed over, under the cover of the iris shield, the Mo Dao General immediately knelt down, even the real Mo Dao couldn't split the completely metal iris shield.

By the time the soldiers guarding the city were discouraged and wanted to retreat, their back roads had been cut off, and in desperation, the dozen or so people who were still standing had to cry and raise all the sticks and shields in their hands to show their surrender.

Lao Luo began to count from the time the drum sounded, and by this time it had only counted to more than two hundred and thirty, which meant that the battle time of the entire hundred people did not exceed four minutes, and the running time before receiving the enemy was also counted.

Cheng Shouru didn't have the face to go to the field to watch the results, he sat slumped in the position of watching the game and was too lazy to get up. In fact, as soon as a few tall guys on Luo's side came out, and the tall shield in the other party's hand, he knew that he had lost this game. Although he shouted that a few of his bastards would suffer a long lesson, he really didn't expect to lose so badly in the end.

It's just vulnerable, and it's a thousand miles of decline.

The final statistics were out quickly.

There were sixteen unlucky ghosts on Lao Luo's side, each of whom had some white clay on his body, but none on his head. Needless to say, the city guards were wiped out, and the worst dozen guys except for the armor because they couldn't get on the clay, along with the red battle jackets, all turned white, and their faces were even more swollen because they were knocked a few times with wooden sticks.

The battle loss ratio is less than 1 to 5, and Lao Luo has no good face, he expects the battle loss ratio to be 1 to 10, but considering that the cooperation time in the team is still short, he doesn't plan to blame more. After carefully observing the white marks on the bodies of more than a dozen unlucky ghosts, the ones with imprints at the critical positions were divided into a group, and the ones with imprints on the arms and legs were divided into a group, and he pointed to the former and said: "A few of you, go back and practice, Gonzas will train them, focusing on protecting against critical attacks." ”

"Yes, master." The unluckiest guys said yes loudly.

"I won't say anything about the other few people, everyone will work on their own." Lao Luo was referring to the guys with marks on his arms and legs, and he looked around at all the soldiers who were standing neatly, these guys had now basically gotten rid of the traces of the gladiators of the past, and barely had some sense of order in the military of later generations, "I brought you bastards out of the slave camp in the hope that you could be my right and left hands, this has been said many times." Again, I don't want you to lose your lives in a small conflict because of carelessness. Do you understand? ”

Lao Luo's words were very harsh and sensational, which means that your lives are mine, and you are not allowed to waste your lives without my permission. In fact, who doesn't care about their own life? These former slaves may not care who their lives belong to, but they all know who gave them their current days, and they don't want to lose their current lives because of a moment of negligence, so they began to promise loudly in their own voices, "Understand, master!" ”

"Gonzas, I didn't see you guys teaming up in this battle, even if the opponent is weak," Lao Luo opened fire on Gonzas again, "You and Stan and Nagar, leading the team is worthy of praise, but what I need is not a quick victory, but to ensure the lives of more fighters, if it is not a competition this time, then we have already lost a dozen bastards." In addition to training recruits every day, you should set aside some time for team training. ”

"Yes, master." Even though Stan is not in charge of the warrior training, he also nods along with Gonzhas to accept criticism, as he must understand this as long as he participates in combat.

"Got it, and I don't want to see another guy fight without armor, or a bastard who will be crying in front of me one day without an arm or leg, and I don't want any of you to die of a plague because you drank unclean water, understand?" Lao Luo recently discovered that these guys are beginning to become inert, and some people are starting to care about many things that were prescribed at the beginning, "Siddec Nord, add ten people to your gendarmerie, you can choose the candidates yourself, and according to the military regulations I stipulated, you must supervise everyone's daily norms!" ”

"Yes, master!" The old-fashioned Norman Sedek Nord was as meticulous as ever.

"Well, the recruits who have returned to training have to be supervised, you have a lot of work to do, Sidd Nord." Lao Luo nodded, this strict guy really looks like a German in later generations, maybe he is the ancestor of the Prussian nation.

"Yes, master, willing to serve you, master." Sidd Knord's answer is always one-size-fits-all, and sometimes feels like the butler of the Englishman aristocracy of later generations.

At the end of the lecture, Lao Luo still had to participate in the conversation with Li Xuan and Cheng Shouru, I don't know if this competition still needs to be carried out, because he has won twice, if Men Bancheng still does not accept defeat, he is ready to teach the other party a lesson in the war game deduction.