At this time, Prince Tianzhu showed a very speechless smile and told his warriors.

"Let me tell you, this man is not a samurai at all, he is just a butler in the Duke's Palace, a bad old man in his fifties, and he doesn't seem to know much martial arts."

After hearing this, the warriors of Tianzhu Kingdom were stunned, and they felt that they had been completely insulted.

Anyway, they are all sturdy young men, and they are all samurai who are one in a hundred, and the other party actually sent an old man in his fifties who does not know martial arts to come to fight.

In other words, this is the natural contempt of the Ming for God, and this kind of insult is unacceptable to them.

However, these Tianzhu warriors also knew in their hearts that since Da Ming was so arrogant, he might as well let them suffer, and he would not do this again when the time came.

Two days later, on the martial arts field, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the fifty Tianzhu warriors with bright armor next to him, let out a long sigh, and then asked Lu Ning.

"Don't forget, Fu Bo is your butler, don't say that if he loses, it will damage the national character of the Ming Dynasty, even if there is really a three long and two short, don't you feel uncomfortable!"

Lu Ning smiled confidently and said to Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Uncle Huang laughed, this is on the battlefield, the two armies compete in competition, naturally it is life and death, if Fu Bo really dies in battle, it is also his life, and no one else is to blame."

The various civil and military generals around Zhu Yuanzhang were also sweating, but the Tianzhu prince Shagra was full of joy.

At this time, he was naturally in a very good mood, so he came over and said to Lu Ning in a provocative tone.

"Duke Fuguo, I don't know if you regret it now, my Tianzhu is also a state of etiquette, if you regret it now, I can withdraw these warriors and give your butler a way out."

Lu Ning was speechless, he glanced at Prince Tianzhu with very contemptuous eyes, and replied.

"When did I say that I would regret it, but you don't regret it, if Your Majesty doesn't have any opinions, the competition can start now."

Zhu Yuanzhang was the final referee, and he quickly waved the order flag in his hand to indicate that the competition had officially begun.

At this time, Fu Bo was about two meters away from the fifty warriors, and the other party almost surrounded him.

However, how could such a weak old man be a threat to them.

The samurai seemed to want to play the game of cat and mouse, and had no intention of attacking Faber right away.

Unexpectedly, as Zhu Yuanzhang waved the order flag and the competition officially began, Fu Bo casually took out two Mauser guns from his waist.

Immediately, he aimed his gun at the few samurai closest to him, and instantly raised his hand to shoot a few shots.

Five or six samurai were shot in the head by him without being prepared.

has been following Lu Ning, Fu Bo's marksmanship is naturally very good, and he often practices his shooting skills when he has nothing to do.

In this way, after reimbursing a few Tianzhu warriors, he still felt a little unpleasant, so he stepped back a little and opened up a field.

When he had an absolutely safe distance, he threw a grenade, which was not as simple as a Mauser, and the radius of destruction was naturally wider.

The power of the grenade has been proven by the Ming army, and one grenade can reimburse more than ten Tianzhu warriors.

Moreover, Fauber came over this time and brought three of them.

After these three grenades were thrown over, except for those who were lying on the ground and were blown into stumps and broken arms, there were only more than a dozen people left alive.

The remaining dozen or so people can basically only kneel and beg for mercy.

They knew that although the old man in front of them said that he didn't have much kung fu, he was too scary to hold a weapon.

Fauber reimbursed one person as soon as he raised his hand, and a dozen people with a grenade thrown out.

In the face of these Tianzhu warriors who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, Fu Bo did not relent.

Lu Ning had already explained that none of these fifty people could be left alive.

So, he took out another Mauser, and there was a burst of fire in his hand, and he refilled all the samurai who were not dead.

The whole process lasted only about five minutes, and none of the Tianzhu warriors were alive these days.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who had been watching on stage, was completely stunned this time, he felt that Lu Ning was simply a little unmartial arts.

You compete when you compete, why use grenades and Mausers, is this bullying Tianzhu for not having hot weapons?

Although he thought so in his heart, he also understood that Lu Ning was looking for a place for Daming.

Otherwise, those Tianzhu people don't know the height of the sky, and they will be even more presumptuous.

But Shagra, the prince of Tianzhu who has always been confident and waiting to see the jokes of the Ming Dynasty, was completely confused.

He didn't expect that he would still have such a play, and the fifty people he selected were all the elite of the elite, with a hundred Tianzhu men.

But just such a bag of cigarettes made an old man in Daming completely reimbursement, where is the reason.

Although he was shocked, he was still a little unconvinced, so he ran to Zhu Yuanzhang and said.

"Great Tomorrow, we all came to the competition with real skills, why do you people sent by the Ming Dynasty use firearms, as well as those unknown dangerous items, you don't talk about martial arts in this matter, you must give an explanation."

Zhu Yuanzhang shrugged his shoulders speechlessly, and then said to Prince Tianzhu.

"You're wrong, there's nothing to talk about martial arts in this matter, as long as you can kill your opponent on the battlefield and let yourself survive, it's the greatest martial virtue."