The most powerful patriarch in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 9 Fighting in the arena

Yang Zhengbao looked at his old opponent, and said with a smirk: "Young people just can't hold their breath, old ghost Lu, it seems that the school rice you gave is going to be ruined."

Given the opportunity to ridicule his rival, Yang Zhengbao would not let it go easily.

The old patriarch sighed, and said enviously, "Yang Zhengbao, you have a good daughter. I really admire you. Do you know what I admire most about her?"

"Xuan'er has so many advantages. Speaking of which, I really can't guess what you admire about her." Yang Zhengbao straightened his waist and said proudly.

The old patriarch said solemnly: "I admire her self-knowledge, knowing that she can't get married, so she finds a way to send herself out, hehehe"

"Don't die, dare to slander my daughter, I will tear you up." Yang Zhengbao was furious, and he was about to beat him with his fist.

The daughter is Yang Zhengbao's Ni Lin, whoever dares to insult her will hit Yang Zhengbao in the face.

"Come on, I'm afraid you won't succeed." Facing the furious Yang Zhengbao, the old patriarch didn't hide, but took half a step forward.

The two clans fight each other, and they must not lose in terms of momentum.

Before they could make a move, several heavily armed soldiers pointed their knives at the two of them and shouted sharply: "Presumptuous, dare to act wild in front of the commander!"

Yang Zhengbao and the old patriarch were taken aback, and hurriedly backed away saying they didn't dare.

Before it even started, Lu Changle gathered the team members together for the final mobilization.

"Now I'm working hard for the Lu family in Fuzhou. Everyone, no matter whether you obey me or not, and no matter what grievances you have between you, from this moment on, all grievances and grievances will be put aside, and everyone will listen to my command." Lu Changle Said with a serious face.

Everyone agreed in unison, even though Lu Changwei has always been dissatisfied, they also agreed seriously.

Lu Changle nodded in satisfaction, and continued: "What should be said, the ancestors and the clan elders have already said it, so I won't be wordy, remember, the hope of the 390 clansmen falls on 15 of us. body."

"Captain, don't worry." Lu Changwei gritted his teeth and said, "If Yang wants to go crazy, he has to step over my corpse."

Xiaohu said with red eyes: "When I came here, I didn't intend to go back alive. Brother Changle, just watch."

Everyone expressed their opinions one after another, expressing that they would rather die in the ring than back down.

Lu Changle patted the pale monkey, and comforted him: "Skinny monkey, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid, just die, another hero after 18 years." Seeing Lu Changle's concerned eyes, the thin monkey became more courageous.

"I know you're good, I'll rely on you soon." Lu Changle continued to cheer him up.

Feeling that he was valued, the thin monkey straightened his back, nodded solemnly and said: "Brother Changle, Brother Changwei, there are so many brothers, I will definitely do well."

After encouraging the thin monkey, Lu Changle lowered his voice and said, "Brothers, have you brought all the secret weapons?"

Everyone touched their bosoms and said they were ready.

"Okay." Lu Changle clapped his hands and said, "The original plan remains the same. Xiaohu disturbed their arrangements, and the skinny monkey made a sneak attack. The rest of them followed me to hold them back. Everyone must obey my command and not be allowed to act without permission."

"Yes, Captain" this time the team members answered in unison,
When Lu Changle made the final arrangement and mobilization,
Yang's grabbing the ring next to him also gathered together for the final mobilization.

There were only 30 people in the second team, and there was a kind of dead air bursting out at the scene, and there was no retreat.
Lu Changle secretly sighed in his heart, as expected of a clan that practiced martial arts and grew up in fighting.

Zheng Zhibao got a little impatient waiting, put the cup in his hand, and said in a buzzing voice, "Why hasn't it started yet?"

The commander of the dignified guard is one of the few figures in Fujian. He condescends to preside over the clan fight between the two small clans, so procrastination is nothing.

Just drinking is boring, and watching the two clans fight to the death is more interesting.

"If you go back to the general, you can start at any time after the two parties have signed the life and death certificate," Chen Qianhu, who was in charge of the host, responded quickly.

"Let's get started." Zheng Zhibao licked his lips and said expectantly.

Zheng Zhibao misses the time when he still did not accept the court's recruitment and was a pirate at sea.
Do whatever you want, do whatever you want.

After putting on this official skin, there are more constraints.

Setting up a life-and-death arena for the two tribes fighting with weapons, other officials dare not even think about it, Zheng Zhibao doesn't care at all.

If the Son of Heaven treats the Zheng family better, he will still listen to him. If the Son of Heaven treats the Zheng family badly, he will turn against him immediately.

Zuo Liangyu, the general who suppressed the thieves, refused to obey his order many times, and even sent his troops to plunder. The memorials to impeach him piled up like a mountain. Isn't he alive and well?
Brother is right, these days, whoever has the hardest fist has the final say.

Chen Qianhu hurriedly responded, walked to the front of the ring to signal for everyone to be quiet, and shouted loudly: "Representatives from both sides will come on stage, and everyone else will leave."

Lu Changle was shocked when he heard the words, shook the long knife in his hand, counted all the staff, and walked to the designated position.

Holding a long stick in his hand, Yang Xuan led Yang's team members into the arena with a murderous look.

People from the Lu and Yang clans and the people who came to watch after hearing the news added up to more than [-] people.
The scene was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Before the fight started, a suffocating air of murder had already permeated the air.

After confirming the personnel of both parties, a soldier showed the specially marked copper coins to both sides on a tray, and these copper coins were finally placed on the top of the ring one by one.

"One copper coin, one share of water, only recognize the copper coin but not the person, only discuss success or failure regardless of merit or demerit, and when the gong sounds, life and death will be in peace." Chen Qianhu made the final statement.

no objection
Chen Qianhu looked at the teams on both sides, walked to the sidelines with the gong, and slammed the gong.

With a sound of "dang", the money grabbing in the arena officially began.

The sound of the gong was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and the audience boiled instantly.

"The disciples of the Yang family killed all the dogs surnamed Lu."

"A hero of the Lu family, come on"

"Father the dog, be careful"

"Dayong, rush, don't embarrass your father"

"Brother, beat everyone surnamed Yang to the ground"

The onlookers and idlers cheered for those they supported, shouting loudly with their throats open.

"Set up the formation" After Yang Xuan finished speaking, she rushed forward immediately.

At the same time as Yang Xuan moved, Lu Changle shouted in a deep voice: "Brothers, go!"

In an instant, the eyes of the two teams were red, and they rushed towards the ring like two sharp knives.

Only five feet away from the ring, Yang Xuan, who is tall and leggy, approached the ring in a few steps.

When they were about to fight hand to hand, Yang Xuan thrust forward the long stick in his hand, held the tail of the stick with both hands, and exerted a sudden force. The long stick made of ash wood suddenly bent like a fully drawn long bow. Increase the elasticity, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Xuan will be able to reach a height of about ten feet in the ring.

"Formation" The rest of Yang's disciples quickly formed a three-kill formation and stopped in front of Lu's disciples.

This is the strategy that Yang Xuan discussed with the team members. The nimble Yang Xuan grabbed the copper coins as quickly as possible, and the rest were responsible for intercepting.

Zheng Zhibao said that only copper coins are recognized but not people, and it is not to see who defeats more people.

Yang Zhengbao, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, stroked his beard, a look of pride flashed in his eyes, and looked at the old patriarch beside him from the corner of his eyes.

He made a strange move, thinking that his rival would turn pale with fright, but unexpectedly, the old patriarch beside him looked calm.

As if aware that he was peeking at him, he snorted coldly.

Not panicked at all, as if he had something to fight.

Just as Yang Zhengshu was puzzled, Lu Changle turned his head and said, "Changwei, it's up to you."

Lu Changwei didn't care about replying, and shouted loudly: "Xiaohu, come on."

The thin little tiger first stepped on the back of Daniel, and then stepped on Lu Changwei's hands from the back,

Lu Changwei threw his hands vigorously and roared "Get up", Xiaohu's figure jumped up suddenly, like a big bird pounced towards the ring, the height was about the same as Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan and Lu Xiaohu glanced at each other, and then desperately climbed up.

The two teams below quickly fought together.

The Yang's scrambling team formed a formation of three or three, taking care of each other, attacking the opponent with momentum like a rainbow;

The Lu family's fighting team seemed to be juggling. The people in the front took out a small homemade shield, and the people in the back hid behind with long knives or spears.

The number of people is small, but they fight fiercely, without any reservations in their shots, and they fight desperately when they meet.

As soon as they met, someone was injured and bleeding.

Carrying the expectations and future of the whole clan, no one dares to retreat even if injured,

Seeing dozens of people fighting like bloodthirsty beasts in the arena,
Zheng Zhibao took a deep breath, smelling the smell of blood in the air, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes: "It's interesting."

I like to see blood and screams the most. Every time I see blood and hear screams, Zheng Zhibao feels inexplicably excited.

When I was still a pirate at sea, it was common to not see a single person for ten days and a half months. Life at sea was very dull,

To relieve boredom, Zheng Zhibao likes to torture captured prisoners to pass the time,
Sometimes in order to sleep soundly, let his subordinates torture the captives by the side while sleeping, and fall asleep amidst the screams.

It's not that Zheng Zhilong said that rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests, so that Zheng's children should restrain themselves in Fujian,
Zheng Zhibao wiped out the Lu and Yang clans in the shoals.

To cause trouble in your own territory, do you really think that you, the commander of the guard, are just paper?

The old patriarch and Yang Zhengbao couldn't care less about arguing, they both stood up, their eyes fixed on the ring,

Grabbing the arena this time is directly related to the survival of the clan.

Yang Qijun is an expert of the Yang family, with rich fighting experience, he found something wrong after only two sticks:

"Qiyi, Lugou hides a dark armor in his clothes, you lead two groups of people to the ring, and help Xiaoxuan grab coins."

A few sticks hit the disciples of the Lu family, they were hard, and it was obvious that there were wooden or iron plates tied under their clothes, no wonder the members of the Lu family fought so fiercely.

Yang Qijun asked his brother Yang Qiyi to help Yang Xuan, and led someone to intercept him.

While dark armor and wooden shields increase defense, they also lose mobility and offensive capabilities, so grabbing coins is a priority.

"Two groups C and D will come to the ring with me." Yang Qiyi didn't talk nonsense, and with a loud roar, he led a small team out of the battle group and began to climb up.

Yang Xuan, who was engaged in a surprise attack, was fighting inextricably with Lu Xiaohu on the third floor of the ring.

Yang Xuan was good at long sticks, and he couldn't use them on the bamboo stand. Lu Xiaohu was very flexible and clung to Yang Xuan.

Not seeking to win, but pestering Yang Xuan to prevent her from successfully climbing up to the highest copper coin.

"Bang bang bang bang bang." Yang Xuan's long stick was fast and hard, hitting the fresh moso bamboo, and the moso bamboo kept breaking.

Powerful.

Tens of thousands of people watched, no one spoke at the moment,

Everyone was staring at the ring, only the people on the ring were fighting desperately,

Someone with a broken knife stuck in his shoulder is still moving forward desperately,
Someone dragged a severed arm with bones exposed, and still refused to retreat.

The number of injured people keeps increasing, and the smell of blood in the air is getting heavier and heavier.
Some timid women and children dare not look at it.

"Strange." Zheng Zhibao who was drinking suddenly said to himself.

Chen Qianhu hurriedly asked: "General, is there anything to blame?"

Zheng Zhibao pointed to the arena, frowned and said: "From the perspective of the scene, the Yang family has the upper hand, and now it has the upper hand. It can be said that the longer the time, the better it is for the Yang family. The Lu family's children on the ring, don't take advantage of it." It's strange to drag that daughter of the Yang family around to snatch copper coins indiscriminately."

"When the general said this, the subordinates were also a little confused. There are many children of the Lu family, but there is a scholar in the robbing team, and there is also a child who has not grown up. Are you admitting defeat when you know you can't rob?"

That Lu Xiaohu in the arena is thinner, but he has good skills, and there is still some flesh on his arms.

Lu Changle, who led the team and bet, looked like a scholar, so he would hide behind the wooden shield,
There is also a small man who seems to be unable to hold a long gun, make up the number?
Zheng Zhibao shook his head and said, "Admit defeat? Impossible, there should be a backup."

The two clans of Lu and Yang have been fighting for so many years, with countless casualties, and they did it again a few days ago.
Even Zheng Zhibao, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, was moved by the tragic scene of fighting on the beach.

That kind of scene can't be played with less blood.

Yang's fight has formations, and Lu's men are armed like hedgehogs with shields and spears.
It looked a bit chaotic, but upon closer inspection, there was no panic on their faces,

There is a well-organized way of advancing and retreating, as if leading Yang to go.

more and more interesting.

Sitting below, the old patriarch of the Lu clan, with a calm look on his face, there was a hint of inexplicable confidence,

Partially held.

Just as Chen Qianhu was about to express his point of view, Zheng Zhibao suddenly widened his eyes: "Here we come"

(End of this chapter)