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Aza looked at Zheng Hai and asked, "What are the two conditions?" "

Great King, don't trust him, he can't be trusted as a Han Chinese! Just let me kill him! I want to avenge my eldest brother!" General

Brigood was about to step forward with his sword, but was caught by the general next to him.

"Brigood, do you want to oppose me?" King

Aza of Liao, a pair of wolf-like eyes locked on Brigood: "You can't just think about revenge, you also have to think about your people, think about our common anti-Ming cause! Daming killed so many of our clansmen, we can't just care about our own hatred..."

Zheng Hai's eyes glanced at Brigood, his face was calm as usual, but he had a countermeasure in his heart.

The Liao King Aza sat back on the throne

, looked at Zheng Hai, and asked again: "What conditions do you have?" "First, do not harm this brother of mine and ensure his safety," Zheng Hai looked at Ma He, who ignored him, and said: "Second, I will duel with your strongest warriors, defeat me, and I will belong to you." I only associate with the strong!"

King Liao looked at Zheng Hai and carefully examined Zheng Hai's face, as if he wanted to find some clues from Zheng Hai's face. He pondered and did not immediately answer Zheng Hai.

"My lord, I want to fight him in a duel!" the general, Brigood, got up again, this time without a sword, but saluted to the Liao king Aza Lost.

The King of Liao glanced at the other generals again, and seeing that no one objected, he said to Zheng Hai: "Okay! However, if you break your promise, you will suffer the most cruel punishment on the steppe!"

"Brigood, this king agrees to your request, but you must not hurt his life, can you promise this king?"

Brigood gritted his teeth and replied: "Don't worry, the king, I won't hurt his life

!" Zheng Hai said again: "The king, since it is a duel, then it must be a fair duel, please let us pay attention to one night, and then there will be a duel at noon

tomorrow!" "Okay! This king promises you

!" "Also, give us some food, otherwise how will we duel tomorrow! A hungry duel is not a fair competition!"

Zheng Hai looked down on his face: " Don't make me feel that the people on the grassland are some villains who are invincible, otherwise, even if I lose, I will not be reconciled!"

Zheng Hai looked righteous and awe-inspiring, and said that begging for food was high-sounding.

"You dare to underestimate us! Boy, although I can't kill you, I will definitely let you know how powerful the warriors on the grassland are!" Brigood stared at Zheng Hai fiercely, turned his head and said to King Liao: "King, don't let him underestimate us

!" Other generals also echoed, and King Liao Aza nodded: "Come on, put them in prison, give them time to eat, and take care of them!"

Zheng Hai and Ma He were locked in a narrow wooden cage, which could only accommodate two people. It's small, but it can accommodate two people standing and lying down.

It seems that this cage is a cage used by the Northern Yuan army to transport prisoners, and if you load it on a cart, you can use a horse to walk.

Leaning on the cage, Ma He glared at Zheng Hai very dissatisfied: "Xiao Hai, why are you doing this? We would rather die than take refuge in them! How can you agree..."

"San Bao, you listen to my explanation!" Zheng Hai glanced at the soldiers guarding around him, and said loudly: "In order to live, I can only do this

!" "You!" Ma He looked angry, but when he saw the smile on Zheng Hai's face, he couldn't scold, stopped, and just ignored Zheng Hai.

On the floor of the cage, there are two basins, and in the plate is a roasted leg of lamb, and there is a water bladder next to it.

Zheng Hai picked up a roast leg of lamb from the plate and handed it to Ma He on the side: "Sanbao

, eat the roast leg of lamb!" "I don't eat the enemy's food, you let them take it!" Ma He was still very angry and didn't take the roast leg of lamb.

Zheng Hai did not get angry, but put the leg of mutton under his nose and sniffed it: "Ah! It is so fragrant! Do you want a few brothers outside to come over and eat the leg of mutton together?"

Rescued by Zheng Hai twice in a row, the Liao king Aza lost his order this time, and his men strengthened their defenses. These 10 soldiers are one of the important measures. In addition, the number of patrol soldiers in the barracks has increased considerably.

"It's so fragrant! This roast leg of mutton is simply a delicacy in the world, I love to eat roast leg of mutton!" Zheng Hai took the leg of mutton and showed off to the soldiers guarding around him one by one, as if he was afraid that the soldiers would not hear.

Although the soldiers were aroused by Zheng Hai's show-off, they were afraid that they would fall for Zheng Hai's trick again, so they did not dare to approach, but stayed away from the cage some distance.

"If you don't eat it, then I'll eat it myself!" Zheng

Hai took the leg of mutton and returned to Ma He's side again, and handed the leg of mutton to Ma He again: "Sanbao, do you still remember what our master said, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan!"

"How could I forget, but Master....."

Before Ma He could finish speaking, Zheng Hai leaned over to Ma He's ear and whispered a few words.

After listening to Zheng Hai's words, Ma He didn't say anything else, took the leg of mutton from Zheng Hai's hand, and slowly gnawed it.

Ma He tore at the mutton and asked in a low voice, "Really

?" "Of course, Sanbao, will I still lie to you?" We are brothers who share life and death!" Zheng Hai picked up the other remaining leg of mutton and said loudly: "I am full, and I will have the strength to compete with the warriors of Dayuan tomorrow!"

At noon the next day, the sun was shining, and the earthen square of the Northern Yuan camp was surrounded by soldiers.

Zheng Hai and the Northern Yuan general Brigood stood in a circular earthen circle, and on the stands were the Liao King and other Northern Yuan generals, surrounded by soldiers watching the excitement.

"The warrior of the Ming Dynasty, I'm Brigud, the thousand households of the Great Yuan, what is your name, what official position?"

"My name is Zheng Hai, a soldier of the Ming Dynasty. In

the competition venue, Zheng Hai and Brigood were already gearing up, ready to shoot at each other. Just wait for the Liao king Azashiri in the stands to announce the order to start.

The little soldier who was watching Ma He on the side muttered quietly: "Hmph! A small soldier who doesn't even have an official rank, you dare to challenge our warriors?"

Ma He stood outside the circular arena and replied without turning his head: "Such a small soldier has broken into your camp twice in a row, and your generals may not even be able to beat our Ming soldiers..."

The Northern Yuan Liao King Aza Li, who was in the stands, looked at Zheng Hai and Brigood in the field and asked, "Zheng Hai of the Ming Dynasty, your Ming army has retreated, and you have also been captured by us." You compete with our warriors, if you lose and join us, and listen

to our instructions, are you willing to keep your promise?" Zheng Hai replied: "Husband, you are true to your word

, and it is difficult for you to chase after you!" "Since it is you who challenge our warriors, Zheng Hai, how do you want to compare?" The King of Liao asked Zheng Hai again.

"Can you

use weapons?" King Liao glanced at Zheng Hai with a sly glance in his eyes: "Since it is a competition, it is not appropriate to use weapons in order to avoid injury."

Zheng Hai looked at Brigood on the side with some smugness on his face

, looked at King Liao with a smile, and asked, "Then don't use weapons, how about comparing strength?" "Okay! Just compare strength!"

"How about two or three wins in three games

?" King Liao looked at Zheng Hai again, didn't understand what trick Zheng Hai wanted to play, nodded and said, "It's up to you!" "

Then the first game of the competition, I will make the question, do you agree?" Zheng Hai looked at King Liao, and then at Brigood beside him.

Beiyuan Qianhu Brigud got the tacit approval of the King of Liao, turned his head to Zheng Hai and said, "Okay, you say! What is it better than

!" The corners of Zheng Hai's mouth rose slightly, and he smiled slyly: "Wrestle your wrists!"