The fifteen people who fought were all famous warriors of the plateau Qiang, and against Mo Wei, who was labeled as a weak chicken by them, the Qiang bigwigs generally believed that their side would inevitably win, and there was no suspense about the outcome of the victory.

The two sides exchanged hands, and the Qiang realized how naïve their previous ideas were.

The way Mowei fights is very different from what the Qiang people imagined, and the style they are familiar with is different.

The Qiang people lack the guidance of advanced military theories, and they have always been a swarm of bees in war, relying more on individual courage, and teamwork can only be carried out according to fate. This style is likely to be overwhelming against troops with average strength, or team will and combat discipline, and will win a complete victory. Against opponents with a similar style, even rookies beak each other, and there are also opportunities. For the troops with excellent military literacy and strict discipline, it is often like riding a horse against a wall, hitting the head and bleeding, and the Longyouqiang people are often abnormally suppressed, and it is for this reason that the Longyouqiang people are often suppressed.

The Zhulu Army has fully proved its combat strength, and the Qiang people naturally regard the Zhulu Army as the most difficult opponent.

Simple reasoning shows that the military literacy of the Zhulu Army is extremely good, and it pays great attention to cooperation, so that it can withstand the siege of tens of thousands of Qiang people with weak troops, and finally turn defeat into victory.

Continue reasoning: The combat power of the group of the Zhulu Army is much higher than the number of individual combat power.

Final conclusion: Heads-up, the Qiang people have the greatest chance of defeating the Zhulu army!

In the camp of the Zhulu Army, the Fei Army, the Bai Yu Soldiers and the Qiang people are particularly difficult, even if the Qiang people send warriors out of the battle, they may not be able to bargain, but Mo Wei, a weak chicken, where does he get the confidence and courage to play?

Lie flat for the laborers and employees in minutes!

In fact, in less than half a minute, the winner was decided.

The owner of the mace fell to the ground, dead and dead.

Although the martial artist and the soldier are both warriors, their fighting styles are completely different. Battlefield fighting belongs to the group PK, relying on the strength of the team to improve the probability of survival, the formation of these things, requiring the soldiers to keep their positions, each performing their duties, the people in the bureau do not have the freedom to run all over the field, it is to play most of the army's style of play is simple and direct, and strive to solve the enemy in the shortest possible time. Martial artists are mostly one-on-one, even if it reaches the level of gang fighting, it is only a pediatric compared to the army, and all kinds of coquettish moves during the fight.

Martial artists are far more comfortable with heads-up than soldiers.

Mo Wei is formed with Mo as the backbone, inheriting the fighting spirit of Mo as if he were at home, and the fighting method is more direct than that of ordinary martial artists, and to some extent close to the combat style of soldiers, but Mo Wei is still a martial artist after all, and most of his opponents are martial arts practitioners on the rivers and lakes, at least in terms of combat skills, Mo Wei definitely belongs to the martial arts stream. Mo Wei not only has the skills of a martial artist, but also has the discipline that is not inferior to the army, and the spirit of sacrifice that regards death as home.

So going head-to-head with Mo Wei is definitely one of the most uncomfortable challenges in the world.

The Qiang warriors, who were as burly as the gods, thought that Mowei was similar to the Zhulu Army, and took the road of opening up and closing the road, but as a result, they lost the opportunity to get started, and they were in a hurry, dying and struggling to no avail, and they died quickly.

The defeat in the first battle was very unlucky.

The Qiang people in the tent didn't look good, but most of them thought that the unlucky guy was too light on the enemy, so he was poisoned, and if he dealt with it seriously, he would not be like this, and he was far more angry than afraid of Mo Wei.

The fish is not wise to say a word, and drinks another jar.

After the middle-aged Mo Wei won, he didn't retreat, and pointed to the next person: "Please." ”

The Qiang people in the tent collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

The second Qiang warrior to appear was thin, but he was a famous master on the plateau, known for his vigor and rarely defeated. In the first battle, the speed of the tall Qiang people was slow, and they obviously couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the Mowei, and the agile master should be able to better adapt to the fighting style of the Mowei.

The second battle also ended quickly, from the start of the fight to the end of the work, it took less than a minute.

The second Qiang warrior is indeed agile enough, has a lot of combat experience, and his strength is mostly above Mo Wei, but because of this, the Qiang warrior lacks the consciousness of fighting desperately, and wants to rely on his strength to turn his advantage into a winning heart and win steadily. For the dominant side, such a choice cannot be said to be wrong.

But the Qiang people clearly underestimated Mo Wei's ruthlessness.

The reason why Mo Wei is terrible is that he is not only ruthless to the enemy, but also to himself.

Seeing that the opponent was not easy to deal with, the middle-aged Mo Wei decisively sold a flaw, fought between the ribs and took an axe, and steadily sent the tip of the sword into the opponent's throat. The Qiang man died, and the middle-aged Mo Wei was not happy, the axe between the ribs was very deep, the blood flowed like an infusion, and a rib was broken, making it difficult for him to stand up straight as before, but he won after all.

The Qiang people's gaze at Mo Wei became very complicated.

There is shock, there is jealousy, there is anger, and there is respect.

Although the two battles ended quickly, those who could enter the account to challenge were all masters among the Qiang people, and most of the patriarchs were brave, but their identities were there, and it was inconvenient to fight in person, but their eyesight was definitely still there. The two life-and-death battles were enough for them to see the depth of Mo Wei's martial arts, at most he was comparable to the two Qiang people who died in battle, but he fought cleanly and neatly against two opponents who were not weaker than him, which was really powerful.

The middle-aged Mo Wei was seriously injured, and his forehead was drenched in cold sweat, but he still had no intention of retreating, and pointed to the next person: "Please." ”

Such an act is no different from a dead man, and it makes the Qiang people's vests cold and swishing.

Everyone understands that this is no longer the so-called competition, it is simply only one life.

The selected Qiang warriors entered with their swords and saluted Mo Wei solemnly.

No one was surprised.

The Qiang people respect the warriors, and the performance of Mowei also deserves this respect.

The fish is unwise and did not stop.

Players are not afraid of death, and Yu is unwise and has no pressure to go to the banquet, no matter if you are a Hongmen banquet or not, what can I do? But this trip may be the last chance to solve the problem peacefully, no one believes that the goal can be achieved by lips and tongues alone, it is not excluded that the Qiang people use the excuse to make trouble, and the fish is not wise to die, but the momentum of the deer leader cannot be weak, and someone has to do the dirty work.

Si Mowei followed him into the camp in order to deal with the situation in front of him, and he had already had the consciousness of killing himself. Yu Buzhi had been mentally prepared for a long time, but when the time came, seeing that the middle-aged Mo Wei was seriously injured, he was still stubbornly standing, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable. Gloomy and sad, only hugging the altar and drinking.

The wine flowed like a downpour of tears.

When the wine is gone, the battle begins!

The battle lasted the longest, lasting five minutes.

The middle-aged Mo Wei killed his opponent again, but at a terrible cost, his left arm was cut off, and his thigh was blurred with flesh and blood, and he was crumbling. He sat down in the middle of the field, cut off the corner of his black robe, used his hands and mouth together, hastily bandaged the wounds on his broken arm and leg, then raised his sword, stood up with difficulty, and pointed to another person: "Please." ”

The Qiang people in the tent had extremely ugly faces, Mo Wei's martial arts were really too high to deal with, but the strength of not wanting to die was really terrifying, and the tenacity of the fighting spirit was even more terrifying.

Yu Buzhi couldn't bear to sit back and watch anymore, and sighed: "Come down." ”

Mo Wei shook his head.

"Three wins in a row, that's enough."

The middle-aged Mo Wei looked at the Qiang warrior camp and said calmly: "It's still a while." ”

The Qiang people collectively changed color.

Everyone could see that Mo Wei was at the end of his crossbow, but he still insisted on fighting again. Still a while? This is the rhythm of one against four, is it because four against fifteen, would you rather die than try to complete your share?

What a horrible madman!

There seems to be more than one person who is crazy.

Seeing that their companions had fought to this extent, the other three Mo Wei still stood silently, without saying anything, and let their companions continue to fight hard...... No, it's not desperate, it's death! The three Ink Guards were calm and almost cruel, but they obviously didn't really care about whether their comrades lived or died, but they tacitly agreed to reach a certain consensus.

The consensus is: the four of them did their best to take over the fifteen "competitions".

For this goal, the minimum is one against four, so the middle-aged Mo Wei would rather die and not retreat. The other three Mo Wei were obviously prepared for the same thing, so they watched their companions seriously injured with almost cold coldness, and watched their companions die, without emotion or guilt, because each of them had the determination to die......

What a horrible bunch of crazy people!

Recalling the flying army, Bai Yu and the people, the Qiang people have mixed feelings in their hearts.

There are a lot of crazy people in the deer......

In the fourth battle, the Qiang people finally won a battle.

The seriously injured Mo Wei began a battle of trapped beasts, trying to drag one more person on his back, but unfortunately he was too badly injured and was killed by his opponent. But his opponent was not able to retreat with his whole body, and was stabbed in the abdomen, although it did not kill him, and the injury was really not light, the warrior obviously did not have the consciousness to continue to fight hard, and saluted the dead Mo Wei, silently retreated to the sidelines, and bandaged the wound.

The middle-aged Mo Wei, who was the first to appear, finally spelled out the four Qiang people.

Without saying a word, the two Ink Guards carried back the bodies of their fallen comrades.

A Mo Wei walked into the middle of the field and pointed to a person opposite: "Please." ”

The corners of the selected Qiang warrior's mouth trembled slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked out. He knew what it meant to go out, but it was about the honor and blood of the race, and he couldn't retreat.

The fifth battle did not start immediately, according to the rules, you should wait for the fish to be unwise and drink a jar first.

Yu Buzhi got up expressionlessly, looked at the wine jar in front of him, the previous four formations, the wine had been drunk by him, and the bowl was empty, but the wine in the bowl did not move for a long time. Yu Buzhi picked up the wine bowl that had been issued for a long time, came to the side of Mo Wei, who had died in battle, and placed the bowl of wine on the ground in front of him.

"Bring the wine!" Yu Buzhi said loudly.

Someone next to him had already brought a jar of wine, and he took a bowl very sensibly.

"Smack!" Yu didn't know how to seal the mud, but he was obviously in a state of emotion, the first two unsuccessful, the third time moved the real fire, too hard, one hand smashed into the wine jar, and the wine splashed on his face. Yu Buzhi didn't mind either, so he brought his own wine bowl, placed it side by side with the new one, and poured wine into it.

While pouring wine, he said to Jiujiufa: "He is an old man in the territory and township period, a senior martial artist. ”

"It's a good cup of things, but after entering Mowei, it won't stick to the wine."

Jiujiufa didn't know what to say, and his nose was a little sore.

Yu Buzhi said: "I want to toast him with a bowl of wine, and you can also get a share, how about it?" ”

Jiujiufa nodded, serving the bowl, this situation and this scene, it is impossible to refuse.

Yu Buzhi turned to the middle-aged Mo Wei and said softly: "The task is complete, I salute you for this bowl." ”

"I'll tell Miao Miao that this time won't be your breaking ......"

"It's a pity that it's not your favorite Ba Xiangqing, I'll make up for it for you ......"

"!"

The two players each drink their bowls and return to their seats.

After drinking the wine, I went back, and there were a few more jars of new wine in front of the seat, which was obviously made up by the Qiang people in a hurry.

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

On the heads of Yu Buzhi and Jiujiu, red numbers floated out, and the health of the two continued to decrease.

Jiujiu was shocked: "Wine is poisonous!" ”

Yu Buzhi pointed to the Qiang people in the tent: "Despicable! ”