atypical prostitute

Chapter 27

In the fifth year of Chengshi, on the eighth day of May, there was a strong wind.

The camp on the outskirts of the city was heavily guarded, and the military uniformed soldiers on the wooden tower were heavily armed, and there were faint sounds of soldiers practicing.Outside the barracks, there were three, three, five or five people standing on tiptoes on the hill to watch, but they dared not.

The son of the Zuoxian king of Turkic was in the camp.

Since the Northern Expedition in the 17th year of Emperor Xuan's Pingkang successfully changed the year name to Tianqi, the people in Chang'an City have not had contact with the Turks for nearly 30 years. They only learned from the mouths of their parents that the barbarians in animal skins hacked and killed men. Walking women do all kinds of evil.This time, King Yuzhang pacified Xiliang, and his martial arts were outstanding. Even the Turkic royal court sent Zuo Xianwang's son as an envoy to discuss the reopening of the mutual market with Xie Dynasty. While Chang'an people were proud, they couldn't help but wonder if those barbarians were It is really ten feet tall, with three heads and six arms.

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The banners in the camp were like clouds, the blood-red flags with "Xie" and "Qian" written on them and the Turkic king's flag roared in the wind, the military drums were excited, and the swords clashed in the martial arts field, and the sound was ear-piercing.

On the viewing platform, silver armor like snow, or Xie Dynasty military generals in official robes or gold armor sat around King Yuzhang in purple shirt, and Ye Wurong stood expressionless behind the prince in white clothes.The other side is full of muscular Turkic warriors, surrounded by Ashina Tutu, the son of Zuoxian King in leopard fur. The son is magnificent, with eyes like torches, playing with Kunlun jade beads.

Off the court, the young man wearing the armor of the imperial army of the Xie Kingdom was gaining the upper hand. He held a knife in his right hand and a heavy shield in his left hand.

After persisting for a few more rounds, the Turkic boy dropped his sword and surrendered.

"In the first match, Xie Guo Liu Mengyun wins!"

Because it was Xie Kingdom's home game, the official of the ceremony had just announced that Liu Mengyun had won, and the soldiers on both sides waved their weapons and cheered deafeningly.

Sitting next to Duke Wei, General Lu Dao, Minister of Honglu Temple, stroked his beard and said: "After all, he is a son of a general, and the Erlang of the Liu family is a boy born from a hero."

Even King Yuzhang said: "Scholars will treat each other with admiration for three days. I didn't expect that this kid has only been away from the northwest for a few months, and he has made such progress. In the future, he will be sent to the army to practice, and he will definitely add another to your Liu family." Famous general."

"It's all thanks to the in-laws who taught me well that the bad boy can achieve what he is today."

Hearing this, Fu Zhu hurriedly said, "Where is it? If it weren't for Erlang's beautiful jade, how could he have achieved today's achievements? I just made the best use of the situation."

So the two exchanged a few words of humility and courtesy to each other.King Yuzhang suddenly pointed at the mountain-like calm man beside Zuo Xianwang's son on the opposite side, and said to Ye Wurong behind him: "He is under the tent of Zuo Xianwang who led five hundred cavalry to wipe out the Elu tribe two years ago. The number one brave man is indeed very imposing. Are you sure you can kill him in a one-on-one duel?"

Ye Wurong stared at it for a moment, then said: "There is a [-]% certainty, but a [-]% chance is that I will be seriously injured and bedridden for half a year after winning him."

"Even the heir to Baqiang said that, so he is indeed very strong. Fortunately, this is only a battle between the two countries. If he also participates, I really don't know if I should let my fierce generals end as well." King Yuzhang Sighing softly, his eyes wandered, revealing his disdain and helplessness for this kind of vanity competition.Suddenly, he felt that someone was watching, looked carefully, and found that it was the number one warrior of King Zuo Xian who was just talked about.

When the two eyes met, King Yuzhang would not be rude and smiled slightly. The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and then turned their eyes away.

At this time, on the Martial Arts Arena, the second round has already gone on for more than half.

It was still a one-sided situation, but after more than a dozen rounds, Liu Mengyun pushed his opponent to the sidelines. He pressed his shield against his opponent's chest, and raised the heavy knife in his right hand with all his strength, preparing to use this blow to seal his own. Second victory.

He has already won a game, and his physical strength is a bit weak, and his opponent has also discovered this fatal flaw. If he can't successfully force the opponent to give up the hammer and surrender, he will be taken away by the opponent. initiative.

He put all the victory and defeat on this knife, and put all his weight on it.

Sure enough, the Turkic boy chose to block with double hammers. The strength of the heavy sword and heavy shield forced him to retreat until he reached the wooden stake on the edge.Liu Mengyun immediately redoubled his strength, and Mount Tai was overwhelmed.

"let go!"

Liu Mengyun yelled loudly, the Turkic boy immediately got blood from the corner of his eye, knelt down on one knee, and even a hammer was knocked away.

The sergeants around were already cheering, but Ye Wurong sighed: "Liu Jia Erlang is still young, so he lacks flexibility."

As Ye Wurong had said, the expected Turkic teenager dropping the hammer with both hands did not happen.The Turkic boy had a copper piece tied to his elbow. After losing a hammer, he became savage and used the copper piece on his elbow to resist the shield and the chopping knife. Turn around!
Liu Erlang was eager for success, his physical strength was at the end of his strength at the moment, but this Turkic boy was in the spirit of a dragon and a tiger. He sensed that his strength was exhausted, and immediately attacked like a torrential rain, hammering, punching, elbowing, although Liu Erlang blocked it flexibly, In the end, he was at a disadvantage in physical strength, and was beaten by him with a big knife, so he could only defend himself with a shield.

The Turkic boy stepped on the shield with his foot, and while bouncing, he smashed Liu Erlang with the hammer in his hand.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the ritual officer hurriedly rang the gong, and Wei Guogong and Fu Zhu stood up anxiously - Liu Erlang was determined to avoid this blow, disfigurement was already the best result.

On the opposite side, Ashina Tutu, the son of King Zuo Xian, showed his first smile after stepping into Xie Kingdom.

However, the scene of flying flesh and blood did not happen, only a piercing metal vibration was heard, the two teenagers staggered back a few steps, Liu Erlang was still in shock, and sat down on the ground with a "crack".

Between the two of them, a spear whose tip had been buried in the ground was shaking tremblingly.

Duke Wei bowed his hands to express his gratitude to Ye Wurong who was behind King Yuzhang, and it was she who pulled out the long spear behind him and threw it to save Liu Erlang.

Thank you.

It's nothing to do with a little effort.

Ye Wurong downplayed it, but there was Ashina Tutu on the opposite side, who stopped fiddling with the jade beads in his hand, and said to King Yuzhang, "Are you all Xieren so brazen?"

After rewarding Ye Wurong with a smile, King Yuzhang took off his finger, and then said slowly: "My dynasty is a state of etiquette, and I pay attention to reciprocating the good. If Wurong just didn't shoot that shot, I'm afraid the next three rounds will be Turkic." The little warrior is bleeding."

"My lord is a little conceited."

The prince smiled arrogantly. In this battle, Turkic played five people. The first two are just ordinary noble children. If they lose, they will lose. The next two are the companions of Ashina Tutu. He is very brave, and the leader of the battle is Ke Luo, the son of Halle, the first warrior.

King Yuzhang was ridiculed by this, smiled and said nothing, with a peaceful expression.On the other side of Turkic, Halle who was next to Shizi raised his golden cup and respected from a distance: "I wonder if General Ye is doing me a favor by fighting me in the end?"

Ye Wurong showed no restraint, and gave a toast in return: "I will appoint a person now, if your Turkic person can defeat him, I will compete with you."

"it is good!"

Both of them drank the wine in their glasses, and there were gentle laughter from the surrounding seats.

Then Ye Wurong pointed to a boy and said, "Ye Chuan, it's you!"

The boy pointed out by Ye Wurong was about fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as Liu Erlang. Although his facial features were sharp and angular, he still carried a faint childishness. He wore a slightly larger armor with the cuffs rolled up, exposing half of his arms.

At this moment, he was being called and everyone was watching, but he still stood there quietly, as if he couldn't hear the noise around him, and there was only one person, stubbornly existing, like a stone.

He glanced at Yuzhang Dynasty, "Go ahead, show them how many people you can win!"

The boy lowered his head and took the first step steadily.

At this time, the Turkic boy had also appeared on the stage, the ceremony official waved vigorously, the gong sounded loudly, and the third round began.

Ye Chuan pointed the point of his gun to the ground, holding the butt of the gun with one hand, and stood upright.The Turkic boy on the opposite side was fully alert, stepped back a few steps, and distanced himself from him.

They looked at each other, not seeing any movement for a long time.

The people around started to stir up a commotion. The first two games were played immediately, but this one involving General Ye and Haller was so boring.

Among his peers, Ye Chuan was already physically strong, but compared to his opponent, he seemed a bit weak.

Some people have vaguely looked down on Ye Chuan.

Wei Guogong said: "This son is extraordinary."

Several officials of the Ministry of War also nodded in agreement.

Although there is no rumbling tendon in the exposed arm, every muscle has been carefully tempered without any burden.The most rare thing is that, facing an opponent who is a full head taller than him, not only is he not afraid, but the childishness of his face is swept away, and his eyes are as calm as a battle-tested veteran.

Under such steady gaze, the Turkic boy became more and more restless.

The Turkic boy bit his lower lip, and he took another step back, tightening his five fingers one by one to ease the tension, and then he stepped forward with his mace in an attacking posture.

Ye Chuan also took a step back, and slowly pulled out his spear. At this moment, he still didn't launch an attack, but the surroundings were extremely quiet.

They are only fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys, but the posture of their double maces in front of them and the posture of pulling their guns is full of murderous aura, and their swords are on the verge of breaking out, which is not inferior to the confrontation between the two armies.

"It looks like it's going to be a one-shot decision." Lu Daojiang murmured.

The Turkic boy moved first, with a mace to protect his chest, and a mace to stab, a galloping light broke through the air and attacked.

The spear also tore through the sky at the same time.

Hearing the heart-piercing sound of sharp metal impacts, the soldiers who have been in the army for many years have not reacted when they saw the Turkic boy's left hand burst, and the chest protector used a mace to forcibly block the attacking spear. Temporarily restraining him, the boy didn't wait to catch his breath, and the mace on the gun cut towards Ye Chuan along the barrel of the gun.

"open!"

Ye Chuan yelled angrily, and the aura emanating from his weak body compared to his opponent was actually explosive. He only heard a mournful cry, and the Turkic boy who had the upper hand just now stumbled to the ground, and his two maces fell side by side. , plunged into the soil.

It was really a one-hit decision.

But the blow came too fast, and some civil servants on the viewing platform were scared pale by the flying maces, but all the military commanders looked pale.The face of the Turkic son on the opposite seat was already cloudy, and he glared viciously at his companion who had been entrusted with a heavy responsibility but finally returned in disgrace.

The audience was silent. Originally, the soldiers on the sidelines thought that Ye Chuan was not as strong as a Turkic boy. Although Ye Wurong kissed him and King Yuzhang blessed him, he expected that he would not win easily, and it must be a fierce battle.

The outcome was decided in just a split second. Seeing the Turkic boy vomiting blood from the corner of his mouth and Ye Chuan, who was as weak as a sapling in front of him, everyone found it even more inconceivable.

Haller said to his back: "Fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, plundering as fire, immovable as a mountain, difficult to know as cloudy, moving as thunder, engulfing as the tide*. The Ye family's marksmanship is really extraordinary. Father hopes you can Forcing him to use the 'power of encroachment like a sea tide'."

The boy snorted and answered.

At this moment, a gong sounded, and Ye Chuan said to the Turkic boy sitting on the ground, "Do you want to fight empty-handed?"

The boy glanced at his bleeding hands and said, "I lost."

"The third match, Xie country, Ye Chuan wins!"

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"In the fourth match, Xie Country, Ye Chuan wins!"

But after a while, another exclamation came from the field. This time, Ye Chuan defeated the Turkic boy again in just one round, with the point of the spear in his throat. It was impossible not to admit defeat.

The eldest son Ashina Tutu snorted in a low voice: "Useless things!"

At this time, the tiger-eyed boy behind Haller slowly stood up, his face was like black iron, his eyes were firm, and the bloody dryness of the desert was revealed between his brows.He took steps, each step was exactly two feet, one step at a time, he stepped onto the school field.

The originally calm King Yuzhang finally became serious.

A gong rang.

"Fifth match, Turkic Zuo Xian Wang Zhang Keluo, Xie Kingdom Yuzhang Wang Zhang Ye Chuan!"

Note: This passage comes from Sun Tzu's Art of War. Takeda Shingen came up with the concept of "Fenglin Volcano" after absorbing Chinese culture.

　I’m not good at writing fighting. I read several martial arts books to write this paragraph, but I finally imitated others’ writing. If you feel familiar, please pat and meow meow~~~~~~~~~~ Ask for a ticket middle~~~~~~~~~~~
　　
　
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