"Hahaha, this must be inferior to so-and-so, this king is full of confidence in this."

"Thank you Belle for telling me the truth."

"It's easy to talk to smart people. You and I are both cheerful people, so don't be tempted to tempt, let's wrestle, wrestling is the traditional sport of my Jurchens, and it is the best criterion for us to select Baturu. ”

"That's a good idea, so could you please announce it?" Huang Chongzhen nodded slightly.

"It's up to you kid to make the announcement." Zilharang smiled, then stood up and said aloud, "Everyone. ”

His voice wasn't much louder, and he didn't even exert much force,

However, the originally noisy banquet hall was quiet in an instant.

Huang Chongzhen looked at the neat posture with his mouth slightly open, and felt that it was almost a "hum" dubbing.

He smashed his mouth, and then he heard Zilharang continue: "It's too boring to drink alone, let's play wrestling, if you win, you will drink, and if you lose, you will eat meat." ”

"Good! Great! ”

As soon as Zilharang finished speaking, the Jurchens in the hall, whether nobles or servants, men and women, all shouted excitedly, and many others rushed to enter.

"This is probably the most primitive essence of the Jurchens, and it is also the origin of their martial style." Huang Chongzhen thought silently, and he saw that there were guards and slaves, clearing a clearing in the middle of the hall.

The Jurchens couldn't wait to get off the stage, and those who didn't grab the first place first sighed regretfully, and then quietly looked at the Ming teenagers scattered in various places in the banquet hall.

However, when these teenagers saw the people around them who were still having a good time, they became like this in a blink of an eye, and they were a little stunned in an instant, and they didn't know what to do.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're going to die! Don't embarrass me! Huang Chongzhen couldn't stand it anymore, so he reminded him out loud.

"What's going on?" The heroic saying of wrestling does not seem to be very popular in Han China. I've actually participated in it for many years, but I've never seen such a battle, and I still can't get out of my mind for a while.

"Oh my God! It's just fighting! Huang Chongzhen covered his face and said, "Or, I'll come first?" ”

"It's a fight!" As soon as they heard that there was going to be a fight, this group of teenagers from Guanning suddenly became energetic, and they all said, "Where can I be?" and rushed to the middle of the banquet hall.

A little guy with very little qualifications, the most dexterous, was the first to squeeze out of the crowd and stand on the field of the fight.

When the rest of the boys saw this, they had to stop in an instant, sigh, and applaud again.

The Jurchens, who had the advantage in numbers, suddenly cheered for their people.

"What are the rules?" Huang Chongzhen turned his head to look at Zilharang.

Zilharang shook his head and said, "No, you can do anything." ”

"Okay, let's get started." Huang Chongzhen raised his hand as if he had refueled the young man who was half a year younger than himself, and then sat down and continued to eat his wine and drink his meat.

The young man, surnamed Li Mingsan, did not feel humiliated by his actions in the slightest, but hammered his thin but hard enough chest like a barbarian, and shouted, "Come on! The Jurchens opposite! ”

"Yo he!" The Jurchens on the opposite side seemed to feel a little depressed because they had been robbed of their lines, and roared angrily, "Look at the move, Han Jiazi", and pounced on Li San.

Speaking of wrestling, in fact, as Zilharang said, there are not many rules.

Except for actions such as digging out the yin and kicking the anus, everyone will spontaneously put an end to it, and everything else can be.

But subconsciously, everyone still thinks of it as a wrestling competition, not a sanda.

Therefore, I saw two athletes of different nationalities who had not yet arrived at the age of twenty, throwing two slender and powerful arms, there were comings and goings, dodging and hard steel, and it was quite interesting to watch.

The cheers and applause never stopped from the beginning, especially those Jurchen women, whether they were little noblewomen or maidservants, they all screamed like crazy, how exciting it was.

Such as "If you win, my mother will sleep with you tonight", "If you lose, my mother will strip you naked and whip you with a leather whip", etc., which provoked the two little guys in the field to work harder, and it was time to fight for the last strength.

Huang Chongzhen can be regarded as having seen how rebellious a Jurchen woman is, although she is immersed in drinking wine and eating meat, the corner of her eyes is always watching the performance of her partners in the field.

I saw that the Jurchen boy's strength was greater, but the technical movements were relatively rough, and the utilization rate was not very high.

And Li San has followed Huang Chongzhen during this time, and he has really learned a lot of hand-to-hand combat skills, so he can use some ingenuity, as well as the strength of Huaxia martial arts, to make up for this shortcoming.

With the rapid consumption of strength, the battle between the two has indeed reached the last moment, and they have grabbed each other's arms, like two calves together, gritting their teeth to compete for the last strength.

It seems that the Jurchen boy has more residual strength and a greater chance of winning.

Zilharang had even begun to show a victorious smile to Huang Chongzhen: "Doron is my little guy in the blue flag, it's still very good!" ”

"Yes. But it's a pity that my family's Li San is about to win. Huang Chongzhen nodded in approval, but he was extremely firm about Li Sanneng finally winning the first battle.

Because he knows that in order to achieve the ultimate victory, in addition to relying on brute force, there are still many factors to consider, skill, mind, and will, all of which are indispensable.

The Jurchen boy named Duolong had obviously locked in the victory, so he began to be proud, relaxed, and even retracted.

Zilharang was obviously an expert wrestler, and when he saw the changes in his electric light, he immediately roared angrily and shouted, "Stupid! ”

But at the moment when he roared, Li San's sharp and deadly counterattack had already been crowned on Duolong's body.

"You! Play! Cheat! He was locked by Li San, who was panting like a calf, and he couldn't break free when he was about to suffocate, so he had to use the only strength he had to slap his palm on the ground three times with difficulty.

"Li San! Let go! Xiao San'er ...... "Huang Chongzhen immediately drank.

And Wu Sangui was also blessed to the heart, and immediately rushed into the venue, ignoring the exclamations and insults of many Jurchens, and broke Li San, whose movements were completely stiff, from the mountain of Duolong.

Then he held his body with one hand, and with the other hand quickly slapped the parts of his body, relaxing his muscles.

Duolong didn't have such a good comrade-in-arms, so he lay on the stall in the banquet hall like a dying crab, desperately breathing the turbid air.

Whenever he has accumulated a little strength, he will come out of the bottom of his throat: "You! Small! Child! Play! Cheat! ”

Zilharang didn't get up, and said in a deep voice: "He didn't cheat! He just did what he was doing to the best of his ability and didn't give up until the end! Instead, you give up before you're done! Lift it down! ”

Zierharang waved his hand lightly as he spoke, his handsome face was flushed from the washing of the burning knife, but he didn't look like he was angry, but said to Huang Chongzhen with admiration: "It's true that we lost!" There's such a kid! ”

Huang Chongzhen nodded solemnly and said, "Li San is my little guy in the Guanning Army, it's still very good!" ”

Zierharang was stunned for a moment, and then pointed at Huang Chongzhen with his index finger and laughed.

In the next competition, there is no need for Zilharang to continue to announce, because their performance was originally to please the most noble Heshuo Baylor.

The Jurchens who have been playing continuously, no matter how old they are, Huang Chongzhen feels a little familiar.

He had a good knack for reading people, and he quickly recognized that these were all Kakamu's men.

As a result, he knew that this so-called impromptu wrestling was actually arranged in advance.

Zilharang may not have bad intentions, but that Kakamu must not have good intentions.

But Huang Chongzhen is not afraid of this cunning bastard, his partners are not easy to bully, who doesn't have a few catties of real strength in their hands?

The two sides had each other's players on the field, each with their own winners and losers, which pushed the warm atmosphere of the banquet hall to the peak.

Not only did the Jurchens in the next head enjoy watching it, but even Zilharang watched it with relish and was very interested, but he no longer drank wine with Huang Chongzhen.

Instead, he drank without a sip, and finally stretched out his other paw to the beef and mutton on the table.

Huang Chongzhen intended to let the fifty-two teenagers take turns to play in order to get more training and gain more actual combat experience, especially to overcome the psychological disadvantages caused by the Jurchen fighters.

Zu Dale, Zhou Ji and others have also played the game, and they have won and lost each other.

There are a few little guys with really tender qualifications, although they have not won a game, they are not discouraged, but they are all high-spirited, and they look thoughtful, and they have obviously gained a lot.

Zilharang seemed to have noticed the little fox's intentions, and his eyes squinted at him as he drank.

Huang Chongzhen is like a fool who has drunk too much, applauding and cheering for his companions on the field like a child, and from time to time he has to do on-the-spot guidance, shouting when it has an effect, and scolding when he is beaten by others.

But why are all the Jurchens he scolds? Why don't you scold them for not being angry?

Zilharang really wanted to put a big belly on his own territory, but after all, he couldn't listen to it anymore, and just wanted to weakly remind him: "You kid also take care of the face of this king." ”

But before his neck could be stretched out, he heard the fellow roar suddenly, and suddenly stood up, and the hard elbow almost hit Zilharang's shiny forehead.

"You ......" Zilharang finally became angry, turned his head to look, and saw that standing majestically on the field at this time was the young man who looked at it and hated it, as if it was called ...... Wu Xiaosan?

There is a Huang Xiaoer here, and a Wu Xiaosan over there.

Zilharang looked left and right, and felt that he should have been fooled.