Lu Xiangsheng secretly sweated for Jia Chen.

Because he felt that Jia Chen was only afraid that it would be difficult to win this time.

Because the hundred people led by Cao Bianjiao are all muscular and strong men.

All of them are five big and three thick, with fierce faces and powerful holes.

Even if he is just holding a wooden blade, there is a killing aura of a military formation.

In contrast, the team led by Jia Chen was disorganized.

They are all fat and thin, tall and short.

The biggest difference is the momentum.

Although the hundred people on Jia Chen's side also had wooden blades in their hands, everyone's faces were full of fear.

Some of them are even trembling all over, their legs and stomachs trembling, and they have no courage.

This is a rabble of cowardly rats.

How is it possible to win?

Lu Xiangsheng looked at the two teams of people in stark contrast, and sighed again and again.

How can this be compared?

Before the competition began, it was already clear who would win and who would lose.

Seeing the two teams with a huge disparity in strength, the onlookers also shook their heads and sighed with emotion.

People are a little puzzled, Jia Chen is obviously both civil and military, and he has won again and again, why is he leading a group of rabble this time?

This is not the work of a wise man.

With such a huge difference between the two teams, even people who don't know anything about military affairs can see the advantages and disadvantages at a glance.

People shook their heads and sighed, looking at this posture, Jia Chen's hundred-man team can't even withstand a charge from the other side, right?

Lu Xiangsheng persuaded:

"Lord Jia, I can lend my hunters to my lord for a competition."

He said it more tactfully, but in fact, the subtext is, Jia Chen, your group of subordinates is a rabble, and they will definitely lose, and they are not as strong as my fast catchers!

Jia Chen smiled indifferently and said, "Lord Lu's kindness, I understand it, don't worry, I have my own way to deal with it."

Hearing Jia Chen's response, Lu Xiangsheng couldn't say anything more.

Fortunately, Jia Chen has been winning in front of him, and even if he loses this time, it is not ugly.

Zhang Yang on the side was proud, in his eyes, Jia Chen was undoubtedly defeated.

I can finally save some face!

Cao Bianjiao, who was showing off his might, looked at Jia Chen not far away, revealing a hideous and bloodthirsty smile.

He originally thought it would be a tough battle, but he didn't expect that Jia Chen would bring a group of straw rice buckets, a rabble.

Is this still more than that?

It must be a one-sided crush!

Cao Bianjiao was already thinking about how to ridicule and ridicule Jia Chen after waiting for victory, and get back all the face he had lost before.

Lu Xiangsheng sighed helplessly, and ordered the drummer to be in position, ready to beat the drum, and start the battle between the "two armies".

However, at this moment, Jia Chen suddenly shouted:

"Wait! I have something to say!"

Hearing these two short words, everyone looked at him in surprise, thinking that he was cowardly.

No one thought Jia Chen could win.

Zhang Yanggang wanted to open his mouth to mock Jia Chen for a few words, but he heard Cao Bianjiao laugh fiercely and said:

"What? Are you scared? It's okay to throw in the towel now."

Lu Xiangsheng frowned, his eyes full of worry and nervousness.

You can't throw in the towel!

Surrendering before a battle and being defeated in a battle are two different things.

If you are defeated in battle, you will be considered glorious even if you are defeated.

Lu Xiangsheng was very worried that Jia Chen would admit defeat directly.

Jia Chen sneered and said:

"I want to ask Cao Gongzi, do you want to surrender early?"

Hearing this, Lu Xiangsheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Many people around bowed slightly, and their eyes were full of recognition and appreciation when they looked at Jia Chen.

Even if they all think that Jia Chen will lose this time, Jia Chen's arrogance of never admitting defeat is still rare and valuable.

Lu Xiangsheng nodded with satisfaction, he really didn't mistake Jia Chen, this descendant of the Jia family has the demeanor of two generations of Ning Rong's second duke, it seems that there is a successor to the Jia family!

"You can't do it yourself!" Cao Bianjiao was so angry that he yelled.

"Master Cao, teach him a hard lesson, let this kid know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world!" Zhang Yang also roared.

Cao Bianjiao snorted coldly and said:

"Well, I'm going to kill his majesty!"

As soon as these words came out, the elite soldiers behind him shouted together:

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The shouting of killing is a tsunami, and the sound is shocking.

Although there are only 100 people, after all, they are elites who have experienced a hundred battles and killed many enemies, and hundreds of people shouted together, the momentum is amazing, and the evil atmosphere is pervasive,

The hundred people behind Jia Chen were so frightened that everyone's faces were pale, and their bodies were like chaff.

Seeing this situation, Jia Chen shouted: "The eldest husband should bring a three-foot sword and make immortal achievements!" Don't be afraid!"

The faces of these hundred people suddenly turned grim, and there was a little fighting spirit in their eyes.

Jia Chen walked quickly to the drum, took the drumstick from the drummer's hand, and said loudly:

"You just kill the enemy, I'll cheer for you!"

According to the rules of the competition, in this battle, Jia Chen and Cao Bianjiao were not allowed to play, and only one hundred men from both sides were used to fight, and they were better than each other.

At this moment, Jia Chen waved his drumstick and slammed it on the drum.

The sound of the drum was like muffled thunder, dull and powerful, striking out with a killing atmosphere.

The hundred dart masters under Jia Chen suddenly felt a shock in their spirits, and an inexplicable power suddenly emerged in their bodies and rushed straight to the heavenly spirit.

In the incredible gaze of the people around them, these hundred dart masters were like rainbows, and their fighting spirit was surging, and even their eyes were red, and the muscles of their whole bodies immediately swelled.

When Lu Xiangsheng saw this scene, he couldn't help but gasp.

Is that okay?

At this time, the hundred dart masters had forgotten their fears, even themselves, and had only one thought in their minds: to defeat the enemy in front of them.

Cao Bianjiao saw that Jia Chen's subordinates were glowing with amazing battle intent, and his heart was slightly cold.

He knew that he couldn't drag it any longer, so he let out a roar and launched an attack on the opposite side:

"Rush to the past!"

Seeing Cao Bianjiao's subordinates rushing over with a scream, Jia Chen dropped his hammer again.

The momentum of these 100 dart masters has increased by a few points.

"Kill!"

They shouted in unison, and also rushed to the hundred people opposite. 、

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the two teams quickly approached.

Luoyang is located in the hinterland of the Great Zhou, containing the war, and the onlookers finally saw such a fight, and they were full of interest and stretched their necks to watch the battle.

Lu Xiangsheng was stunned, but he didn't expect that the hundred-man team, which was originally as cowardly as a lamb, suddenly burst out with such amazing courage at this time.

It's incredible!

In the astonished gaze of the people around them, the two centurions collided fiercely together.

The clashing of wooden weapons, screams, curses, and shouts of killing came and went, as if the waves were turbulent.

With just one face, most of the dart masters fell to the ground.

It seems that the difference in strength is still very large!

Just now, the dart masters were angry, and the onlookers thought that they would win, but they didn't expect that they would fall into a rout with just one face.

Some people's faces showed such emotional expressions.

Lu Xiangsheng gritted his teeth, his eyes were about to split, can Jia Chen's 100 subordinates turn defeat into victory?

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