Under the leadership of the Turkic envoys, the five people slowly walked into the barracks, and from time to time there were some scenes of Turkic soldiers training around, whether it was the formation of the queue or the action moves, they were all uniform and well-trained. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Turkic troops were stationed very large, and everyone walked for a long time before walking from the gate to the camp of the commander of the Chinese army. Looking at the crowds of Turkic soldiers around him, Bauta secretly swallowed a mouthful of water, thinking that if he was careless this time, the people of the city would definitely be in trouble. After the truce between the Turks and the Celestial Empire, although there have been occasional small conflicts on the border, none of the large-scale wars have occurred, and how can such a huge force come to the border on the Turkic side today, could something happen in the DPRK?

Before they could think about it, the five people had already come to the main tent, and after entering, they saw a person sitting at the top of the room, dressed gorgeously and arrogantly, staring at the five people and sneering, while standing next to him was a tall man dressed in military clothes, with sharp eyes and heroic spirit. On the other side of the man stood a man who was drinking a pot they knew, it was Alatan who had come to the door to ask for food, and was now looking at a pot with resentful eyes. In addition, on either side were a group of heavily armed Turkic soldiers, each with a blank face and a fierce look at the five men.

"Prince Hasen, I have brought the people. With that, with a wave from Prince Hasson, the messenger withdrew from the tent.

"Alatan, which of them do you say beat you back to shame?" Prince Hassan asked Alatan with a smile.

Alatan tightened his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward and replied respectfully with a pot: "It is this person, I don't think he is like a person from the grassland, I guess he came from the Central Plains." ”

"Oh, the Central Plains, interesting. Prince Hasen looked at Alatan's fingers, carefully examined a pot, and said with a smile: "I think he has no flesh on his face, thin arms and legs, and can beat you like this? Keeping you in the army is a great insult to our Turks. ”

Hearing that Prince Hasen was going to kill him again, Alatan hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed desperately and begged.

At this time, the tall man on the side stepped forward and said to Prince Hasen: "There are many capable people in the Central Plains, maybe this person is one of them, so I beg the prince to suppress Alatan's life for the time being, and then make a decision after we carefully examine this person, if it is only a mediocre person in martial arts, we can also let Alatan die with peace of mind." ”

"Well, Arslen, according to your words, you say, how to test it?" asked Prince Hasson as he stretched and leaned back in the tiger-skin chair.

"We Turks are best at riding, archery, fighting and wrestling, and we can check the authenticity by finding out the best players in the army and competing with each other. Arsl replied respectfully.

"Okay, that's it, immediately call someone to make a vacant space, and we'll go watch the game. Prince Hasson said as he took a big bite of the meat.

"Commanded. Als replied coldly.

"Wait. At this time, I couldn't cry or laugh in my heart, these people were really arrogant, and they casually set these competitions for themselves, regardless of whether they agreed or not. So he said: "I just want to apologize for accidentally hurting General Alatan before, and I have no other intention, so I think this competition is avoided, my grass people are not the opponents of the poisonous wolf elites." ”

"Well, don't you dare to compare? In that case, you are useless to me, come here, drag them all down and slaughter them all to feed the wolves, and let someone send some troops to level the whole city for me. Hey, another boring day. Prince Hassan yawned.

As soon as these words came out, the five of them broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that this Prince Hasen was a Turkic prince, and he was so unreasonable, and in his eyes, it seemed that killing people was as easy and normal as stepping on ants. Just as he was about to open his mouth to defend himself, Arslen had already spoken first: "The prince is angry, I think this brother is just a modest remark, the people of the Central Plains are not as honest and straightforward as our Turks, they prevail in the way of Confucianism, and pay attention to respect and humility, so I believe that Brother Chu is not as useless as he said." After saying that, Alslen glanced at the pot, consciously or unconsciously.

The two of them made eye contact, and they seemed to understand what Alslen meant, and then arched their hands and said, "Okay, Prince Hasen, then you will be ugly." As he spoke, he asked Ars coldly, "Please also ask the general to clarify the rules of the game." ”

Prince Hasen laughed when he heard that he had promised to take a pot of tea, and his heart was filled with joy. The Turks are still martial, and what they usually like to watch most is the competition between people, and this time it is the competition between the elites of their own army and the outsiders of the Central Plains, and there is nothing more exciting than this, so Prince Hasen couldn't wait to order his subordinates to prepare everything and wait for the start of the game.

Not long after, a large open space was vacated in the army as a place for the competition, and Prince Hasen sat directly above, drinking strong wine, and announcing the start of the competition with a smile.

The competition is divided into three rounds, and the first round is wrestling.

Wrestling is a traditional sport of the Turkic people, in which the horned man wears a leather single coat, cross-boots, and one person from each side, and fights on the stage to defeat the opponent.

The opponent in this round of drinking pots was a tall and strong man named Wu Enqi. Standing in front of him, only as tall as his chest, and only half as wide as his shoulders, one of Unqi's thick arms was thicker than his waist, and his fist was bigger than his face, and the two stood together, like giants and children, and the Turkic soldiers had already burst into laughter when they saw this scene, and the victory was already obvious without comparison.

Before the start of the match, Batu carefully explained the Turkic wrestling skills and movements to the pot, and told him that if he was really defeated, he would surrender on the ground, and the other party would not fight the surrenderer, which would reduce a lot of pain.

After drinking a pot and listening to it, he smiled slightly, signaling him to rest assured that he knew what he knew.

Except for the three of Bauta, Yu Muyan stood there without showing too much worry, because she remembered that in the battle of the Hundred Herb Valley, she could drink a pot and fight against one enemy without falling behind, and wondered how this one-person person could be his opponent.

When, the gong sounds, the game begins.

Wu Enqi sneered at the pot, his eyes full of contempt and disdain. Seeing that there was no fear of drinking a pot of noodles, Wu Enqi was angry in his heart, put on a good posture, rushed forward, grabbed the waist of his pants with both hands, and wanted to win with one move, lifting it up and throwing it to the ground.

I saw a pot of drinking pots with both feet stepping hard, standing firmly on the ground, and meeting his sharp blow.

To Wu Enqi's surprise, although his hands were like iron tongs clasping the waistband of his pants, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a pot and a half step, let alone lift his whole person.

Take a pot of internal force in your feet and flow slowly, and your whole body is as stable as Mount Tai, not moving at all.

Seeing that Uenqi had not made any further moves after coming to the side of the pot, the Turkic soldiers on the spot began to sigh and coax, and Arscold had already seen the clue and cast an approving glance at the pot.

Seeing the two of them frozen in place, Prince Hasson said impatiently to the big man: "Take this person, give you a hundred good horses and ten beautiful women, if you can't take it, then cut yourself off." ”

When Wu Enqi heard this, he let out a loud roar and used all his strength to grab a pot again.

Drinking a pot with a light sigh and twisting his body, Wu Enqi suddenly felt his hands loosen, and a pot had slipped out of his hands, and one turned around and came behind him.

With the same posture and the same movements, he grabbed the waist of the big man's trousers with both hands, used his internal force, and threw this huge body into the air.

The house was in an uproar.

Prince Hasen's face was ugly, and he looked at Unqi coldly, as if he were dead at the moment.

Just as Uenqi was about to fall to the ground, a pot suddenly became unstable under his feet, and was carried away by his momentum and fell to the ground, almost at the same moment, both of them fell heavily to the ground.

Ars smiled slightly, and immediately announced a draw between the two sides in the first round.

Several Turkic soldiers on the side hurriedly stepped forward to help Uenqi up. After getting up, Wu Enqi looked at the pot that was dusting off the sand and dust on his body, and arched his hand, his eyes full of gratitude. And some of the Turkic soldiers who could understand it on the sidelines also changed their attitude towards drinking a pot, with less ridicule and more admiration in their eyes. (To be continued.) )