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Wrist wrestling? The soldiers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty were suspicious for a while, what kind of thing is this contest?

Zheng Hai briefly introduced the rules of wrist wrestling

, and then asked people to move a wooden pier and briefly demonstrated it to everyone a few times.

"Got it, big man, let's get started!" Zheng Hai rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists, and rested his elbows on the wooden pier.

Beiyuan Brigood looked gloomy and wanted to lose his temper, but he had agreed to compare according to Zheng Hai's way of competition, so he had to be patient and wrestle with Zheng Hai.

Brigood worshipped Zheng Hai several times in a row, but each time he lost to Zheng Hai, and none of them could win Zheng Hai.

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Brigood looked angry and said to everyone: "This Han man cheats, according to his method of competition, it is impossible for me to win him! This is not unfair!" Many

onlookers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty soldiers echoed one after another: "What kind of competition is this, this is obviously fraud

!" "This can't be counted! The Han people are too cunning!" "It can't be

counted!"

Zheng Hai didn't refute, just listened quietly and looked at the Liao King Aza Lili in the stands.

Ma He, who was sitting on the side, kept looking left and right, as if waiting for something, with an absent-minded look.

The King of Liao in the stands stared at Zheng Hai and said to Zheng Hai: "Zheng Hai, you also heard, your way of playing is not fair!"

Zheng Hai asked King Liao with a smile: "What does the king think, how should he play, and what is the comparison?"

The bearded King of Liao's eyes were bright, he stared at Zheng Hai, a little dissatisfied with Zheng Hai, but he was not angry, just watched quietly.

"We are better than wrestling, and we are better than wrestling in the grassland!" Beiyuan Qianhu Brigood sent a competition invitation to Zheng Hai: "How are we better than wrestling?" Zheng Hai

looked at Brigood, still with a bright smile on his face, harmless to humans and animals.

In the eyes of Liao King Aza Lost and Qianhu Brigood, Zheng Hai's smile was a little weird, and it didn't make people happy at all.

Brigood remembers that when he wrestled with Zheng Hai before, Zheng Hai had this hateful smile.

"Let's go

!" "Brigood!" "Brigood slam him!"

In the cheering of the

soldiers, the Northern Yuan Thousand Households Brigood finally threw Zheng Hai to the ground.

Brigood happily announced to the Liao King and the others: "King, I, Brigood, have not disgraced you, I have won!" The

surrounding soldiers cheered: "Brigood is amazing! Brigood is a hero! Brigood, our glory

!" In the stands, Liao King Aza was full of smiles, looked at Zheng Hai who got up from the ground, and asked: "Zheng Hai, are you willing to bet and lose?"

"Not convinced!"

Zheng Hai continued: " I don't accept it! I said that there are two wins in three games, and this is the first game, so I naturally don't accept it! Come again!" The

soldiers who were watching sighed for a while, and the King of Liao and the other generals in the stands were also silent.

Qianhu Brigood looked smug and said: "Don't disagree, this is the rule on the grassland! I just have more strength than you, you are doomed!" Zheng

Hai and Brigood stared at each other again, hunched over, stretched out their arms, and grabbed each other's arms or waist from time to time, which was a Mongolian wrestling technique.

Zheng Hai deliberately missed a flaw, and Brigood really stepped forward and grabbed his arm.

Suddenly, Brigood flew out of Zheng Hai's body, and with a pop, it smashed into the dirt, and it was Zheng Hai who caused an over-the-shoulder fall.

"How is it? Now that it's a tie, can you still get up?" Zheng Hai smiled at Brigood on the ground.

"Come again!" Brigood was not convinced, and got up from the ground.

Zheng Hai once again threw Brigood to the ground, only this time he used a mixed martial arts takedown.

Brigood got up from the ground again, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "You cheat! I don't accept it

!" "Come again!" Zheng Hai still smiled.

The Liao King and other generals in the stands no longer cheered for Brigood, and the onlookers gradually fell silent, but Ma He, who was quietly watching from the sidelines, cheered for Zheng Hai again and again: "Okay! Xiaohai is great! Throw him!"

He no longer had a smile on his face, and his face was gloomy.

"Are you still here?" Zheng

Hai looked at Brigood on the ground, still maintaining a smile and confidence on his face.

Brigood got up and shook his head: "Don't come, you win this game!" Zheng

Hai saw that everyone was silent, and looked at King Liao in the stands, hugged his fists and said: "King, this wrestling is the same as breaking wrists, let's count it as a draw." I will, Brigood won't, Bridgegood will, I won't, so I can only use what I'm good at against him. "

Yes, I won't throw me that way, or I won't lose to him!" Brigood explained to the crowd.

The onlookers listened to the explanations of the two and nodded in agreement. Although they don't necessarily think so in their hearts, they don't want to accept that the heroic female of the grassland lost to the warriors of the Ming Dynasty.

They preferred to believe that it was an unfair contest, and that this was the reason why Brigood lost to the Ming soldier.

The Northern Yuan generals in the stands also nodded, while the King of Liao was silent.

"Why don't we choose a project that both of us are good at and compare it again?" Zheng Hai proposed again.

"Yes, we must choose what both of us are good at, otherwise we won't be able to compete fairly!" Beiyuan Qianhu took over Zheng Hai's topic and asked the King of Liao for instructions: "King, we have to try again."

King Liao looked at Zheng Hai, his eyes still flashing with the cunning of a steppe wolf. He asked Zheng Hai: "Zheng Hai, what are you

good at?" "I am good at bows and arrows, and I can wear Yang in a hundred steps." Why don't we compare archery?" Zheng Hai smiled confidently.

Without waiting for Brigood to speak, King Liao said: "This is not good, although Brigood's archery skills are also very exquisite, he is not the best at archery among the Mongolian warriors." Zheng Hai, what else are you good at?"

"Horsemanship, cavalry charge, I'm the best at..."Hearing

the horsemanship, Brigood once again remembered the picture of his eldest brother being killed by Zheng Hai on his horse, and his face couldn't help but show anger, and his eyes were full of hatred again.

King Liao directly interrupted Zheng Haidao: "This is not good, the space here is limited, and it is not suitable for horse racing." Tell me what else you're good at?"

Zheng Hai was a little unhappy on his face, was silent for a while, and said with some unconfidence: "I am a soldier, I can only fight."

Except for my best skills in riding and archery, fist and foot kung fu, I can only dance with knives. However, my sword technique is only ranked third among all my skills, and it is not what I am best at..."

"Then let's compare the knife technique!" King Liao looked at Zheng Hai in the field: "Although Brigood's knife technique is not the most powerful in Mongolia, it is on par with you.

What do you think?" "Hmm..." Zheng Hai didn't reply directly, he was silent for a while, his face was a little hesitant, "Brigood, what do you think of the knife technique?" Brigood

was overjoyed in his heart, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, which was exactly what he wanted. He hurriedly said loudly: "Okay!"

Zheng Hai looked at the King of Liao again, and arched his hand: "King, then let's compare the sword skills! However, my sword skills are not good, if I am not good, please let Brigood's men be merciful."

"That's natural!" King Liao nodded, "Let's start!"

King Liao ordered someone to send two waist knives, and Zheng Hai and Brigood stood face to face, their expressions different.

Brigood looked confident, Zheng Hai was not as relaxed as he was at the beginning, and his smile was gone.

Brigood held the knife, stared at Zheng Hai, and said: "Compare the sword technique with me, then you have to pay attention, there are no less than 100 people who die under my knife." This sword has no eyes, if I accidentally hurt you, I can only blame yourself..."

"The sword has no eyes, I understand!" Zheng Hai looked sad.

"Look at the knife!" Brigood slashed at Zheng Hai with a knife.

The long knives collided with each other, and the figures of the two people kept changing, and the light of the knives flashed, making people dazzled.

At the beginning, Brigood clearly had the upper hand and pressed Zheng Hai to fight. However, after a while, Zheng Hai fought back again, and the two were generally comparable.

The two fought together, and Brigood shot more and more fiercely, almost injuring Zheng Hai a few times. The long knife had already cut through Zheng Hai's clothes, but it had never hurt Zheng Hai, and the two of them had their own gains and losses, and they were equally equal.

"Bao-Bao-"

A soldier from the Northern Yuan Dynasty dragged a long note and ran towards the stand of the King of Liao.

"What?" King Liao was shocked and shouted to the audience: "Brigood killed him, the others will follow me!"

Brigood laughed with a knife: "Boy, you are dead! Just now, I didn't do my best, now you go to die!".