Peerless Pirates

After arriving at the field, Song Zheng came behind an archer, pulled out an arrow, weighed it, broke the arrow with a click, and stood there holding the broken arrow with half of the arrow attached.

Baihu was stunned by this strange sight. He looked back at his boss and saw Xin Qiji looking at the field with great interest. The onlookers were all excited, pointing and talking.

What. I have never seen such an interesting team. Everyone is very interested.

"It's time! Start the game!" Wei Datong shouted again.

I know the time is up, so there is no need for you to make noise! ​​Baihu glared at him dissatisfied, then turned around and announced, "The game begins!"

Wu Dingkun glanced in the direction of Luan Xi, and when he saw Luan Xi making a chopping motion from a distance, he knew something in his mind. He shouted, "All team members, slow down!"

Song Zheng raised the corner of his mouth and gave the first order, "All team members, disperse!"

Although the audience was a little numb by the shock of the Michigan team, they were still startled when they heard this strange order. What? Disperse?

I saw the Michigan players on the field moving to both sides one after another. Thirty players lined up in a line. From the east to the west, the formation was actually quite neat.

Immediately afterwards, Song Zheng's second order came, "Bend down! Pick up the soil! Throw it away!"

The Michigan players dropped their weapons one after another, gathered the dirt on the ground into small piles, and then picked it up and threw it out. The dust flew out with the wind, and the entire training ground was immediately filled with dust, like a sandstorm.

The most peculiar thing is the one on stilts. There are two people next to him who collect the dust from the ground and hold it to the one on stilts. As expected, he stands high and throws it far away. As soon as he takes action, the dirt is obviously higher than the others.

A level that makes it look so chic.

Although the wind on the field was not strong and the Qingzhou team was quite far away, it was still affected, making everyone's throat dry and indescribably uncomfortable.

The adults from hundreds of families standing at the edge of the midfield took a few steps back. They went through the regulations in their minds again, but they couldn't find the rule "no lifting of soil". In previous games, those who had the upper hand would at most deliberately stamp their feet.

He stomped his feet and stirred up some dust, but no one used the dirt as a weapon. The main reason was that this move was too shameless, and no one would use such an unflattering tactic.

The audience was so happy that the Michigan team's general was so funny that one game actually turned into a local battle.

"Despicable! It's so despicable!" Wei Datong's face turned red with anger.

Yang Tong, who was not far away, said in a nonchalant manner, "If you have the ability, use it!"

"I..." Wei Datong's mouth seemed to be blocked by something, and his face turned purple from holding it in.

Luan Yuan's face turned livid, and he snorted angrily, "Do you want to beat our Qingzhou team based on this? It's a dream!"

As if Su Dingkun heard what he said, he immediately made adjustments, "Everyone should tear a piece of cloth from their clothes, cover their mouths, and move forward."

So the Qingzhou team members dropped their shields and spears one after another and laboriously tore their clothes. Some from the sleeves, some from the hem of the clothes, but no one touched the numbers sewn on their bodies. The regulations stipulate that if a team member intentionally damages the number, he will be immediately punished.

Sent to leave.

When the Qingzhou team was preparing, Song Zheng immediately made arrangements, "Archers, three on each side and four in the middle, move forward! Draw the stick-hands together, the first row, move forward! Draw the spearmen together, the second row, move forward! The flag bearer will follow.

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The Michigan team advanced at a leisurely pace.

As soon as the Qingzhou team was busy, everyone in the originally neat Qingzhou team wore "masks" of different sizes. Their clothes were missing a piece here and half a sleeve short there, and they immediately became a ragged team.

This scene made the audience laugh. The men naturally grinned, and the ladies naturally covered their hands with each other and laughed.

By the time the Qingzhou team was almost busy, the two teams were still nearly 70 steps apart.

Song Zheng shouted, "Stop the local fighting. The archers on the left and right are ready to flank and shoot five rounds. The archer in the middle shoots two rounds to suppress it." After that, he looked at Zu Jie and said, "How about it? Come forward with me.

lock up?"

"As Xiaolang wishes!" Zu Jie said with a slight smile.

Song Zheng laughed loudly and shouted again, "Zu Jie, Qu Sheng, follow me!"

Qu Sheng is the team member who even sent out the stick, and he is also the ventriloquist talent recruited by Song Zheng. At the moment, he is busy with the stilt-walker. When he heard the call, he and Zu Jie immediately followed.

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The archers of the Michigan team began to draw their bows and set arrows. Wu Dingkun lifted up his "mask" and quickly made adjustments. The team formed a semicircle, holding up shields, curling up and advancing slowly. Wu Dingkun saw that Song Zheng was actually fighting with a bow and arrow.

His hand rushed over and he was immediately furious. This Song Zheng

It was too arrogant. Two people were about to charge. They were looking for death! He quickly ordered five spearmen to move forward to the second row. As soon as Song Zheng rushed up, he used these five spearmen to entangle him. Song Zheng held it in his hands.

There is only one broken arrow, no matter how skilled he is, he is no match for five spearmen.

Soon, Song Zheng was still fifteen or sixty feet away from the opponent, and the archers behind him had already fired two rounds. The entire Qingzhou team was suppressed and could not lift their heads, but there was no damage.

Song Zheng stopped, and the archers in the middle behind him naturally stopped to avoid accidentally injuring Song Zheng. However, the archers on both sides did not stop and were still firing. The two teams also drew closer to fifty feet.

Song Zheng whispered a few instructions to Zu Jie. Zu Jie nodded and ran to the west side of the field. Su Dingkun immediately told the shield soldiers on the west side to be careful about this sharp archer.

Seeing how steady Su Dingkun was, Song Zheng laughed loudly and said, "This turtle has a good shape and its shell is quite hard."

The Michigan players in the back all shouted: "Big turtle! Big turtle!"

The Qingzhou team members were so angry that they were furious, but Su Dingkun stopped the restlessness of the team members and continued to move forward slowly. Song Zheng shouted, "Qu Sheng, it's time to use your words and scold them!"

Qu Sheng was stunned, and immediately grinned, "Old Xiong, I heard that you are very powerful, why did you become a big turtle? You look like a turtle, but you are missing a hat. Another day, every member of our Mizhou team will

Someone gives you a cuckold. Give it to your father, your fourth uncle, and your second uncle!"

"Wu Dingkun, your surname is not Wu, right? You should be called 'Zhao Qian Sun Li Zhou Wu Zheng Wang' Dingkun, how many people did your mother hook up with before giving birth to you? Go back and tell your mother, your cuckold is on our Mizhou team

It’s all included. Don’t worry, we guarantee your satisfaction! You’ll be spared the hassle of shopping around and hooking up with people all day long.”

"Brother, your father is not a donkey, is he? Why did he make your face so long..."

The viciousness of the language is unparalleled.

The Qingzhou team members were all wearing masks. Wu Dingkun was afraid that he would fall into another trap, so he strictly ordered everyone not to uncover them. This time, everyone was scolded to death, but they all responded in a sullen voice, not even bothering to retaliate.

The dignified second-place team had never suffered from such arrogance, and every one of them had their faces turned purple.

The ladies and ladies in the audience, who had never heard such vulgar words, all turned red and looked at the audience with wide eyes. Except for some "gentlemen" who pretended to plug their ears, the sergeants laughed so hard that they laughed.

Yes, it’s really enjoyable!

Wei Datong was so angry that he rolled his eyes upwards and gasped for air. Luan Tong's face turned cold and her hands in her sleeves were shaking.

No one can bear the team being scolded like this!

Even the steady Su Dingkun couldn't help it anymore. Seeing that Song Zheng was still more than three feet away from them, he immediately shouted, "Lancer, charge!"

The shield bearers in the front row immediately turned aside, and five spearmen wearing masks rushed out. The shield soldiers behind them also rushed forward. The eyes of these people were red. They had been scolded just now, and now they wanted to kill them.

Song Zheng was torn in half with that boy who had such a wicked mouth.

Song Zheng shouted, "Qu Sheng, west face, run!" Qu Sheng naturally spread his legs and ran towards Zu Jie's direction.

Song Zheng did not run, however. When the opponent's spearman was about to reach him, he suddenly jumped back and then ran backwards.

Naturally, the spearmen followed closely, and Song Zheng shouted, "Zujie!"

Before he finished speaking, an arrow shadow passed by, and a spearman was shot immediately! Song Zheng quickly opened the distance between him and the spearman, and the other archers of the Mizhou team began to show off their power. After a round of intensive arrow shooting, left behind

Three spearmen were killed, and only one person ran back behind the shield soldier.

Song Zheng used himself as bait to lure the enemy to attack, and then used his speed to widen the distance. The archers, including Zu Jie, immediately showed their power and killed the four spearmen.

After Song Zheng ran back to the main force, he saw that the two teams still had more than forty steps left, and immediately shouted, "Archers on the east and west sides, charge, circle behind them!"

After hearing the order, the six archers on the east and west sides of the Mizhou team rushed forward along the edge of the field. The Qingzhou team originally wanted to be closer to the west in order to prevent Zujie from getting around behind him, but now he saw another archer on the east side.

To rush past the archers, quickly start dividing your troops! Send out five shield bearers on each side to intercept the archers on both sides.

Qu Sheng stood at the edge of the field, and vicious curses were heard from time to time. The shield soldiers hated him and rushed straight towards him. Zu Jie jumped back to Song Zheng's side very nimbly.

Seeing that the distance between the two was less than thirty feet, Wu Sukun finally ordered the ten shield bearers in the middle to charge.

Song Zheng laughed loudly and shouted, "Zu Jie, take your shoulders."

A member of the Mizhou team with a stick immediately stepped forward. Zu Jie jumped up, opened his bow and shot.

Seeing this scene, everyone outside the court was shocked. What kind of move is this? The archer stands on the shoulders of the stick hand and shoots arrows! Unheard of!

Zu Jie's bow and arrows fired again, and when the shield bearer was still ten feet away, Zu Jie had already shot three arrows quickly. Except for Wu Dingkun at the back who escaped one arrow, the other two arrows hit the two shield bearers' heads.

Suddenly he fainted and fell to the ground, becoming a "dead person".

With Zu Jie suppressing him, the shield bearers in the middle of the Qingzhou team had to raise their shields high above their heads, tilting them upward. The stickmen and spearmen of the Mizhou team rushed forward, bent down, and stabbed directly into the exposed groin, thighs, etc. As for the

The human cavalry carrying Zujie retreated slowly to avoid contact with the charging shield hand of the opponent.

With Zu Jie's arrows above his head and the Mizhou team's sticks and spears below, the Qingzhou team was in a hurry. When the two sides finally got entangled, there were still five shield bearers in the middle of Qingzhou, and on Song Zheng's side, there were stick bearers and spearmen.

, it was almost three people fighting against one shield soldier. The Qingzhou team was completely broken up.

Although Zu Jie kept shooting arrows, he did not shoot at Xing Ba. Yesterday, Song Zheng told him that he would deal with this Xing Ba!