A Weird Theater That Started In London

"I bet a hundred dollars, bet a thousand times, and then I will lose."

"Lost? Fifty dollars bet on Xiaobai's face to lose."

The sound rang from all corners of the barracks, and the atmosphere was very lively.

There is only one exception.

Around a camp next to the Chinese army camp, it was terribly quiet--

In fact, Bingzhou in February can be regarded as severely cold. Just staying in the wild, even if there is a campfire to warm up and cowhide tents to keep out the cold, Meng Liang still couldn't help shivering at this moment.

On the other hand, the elite soldiers guarding the side, even if they did not comprehend the battle spirit, still did not fear the severe cold, stood like a javelin, silently watching the battle ahead, with a glimmer of expectation and fire in their eyes from time to time.

If there is a choice, Meng Liang would rather slay himself on the spot instead of doing it like this--

The hamstrings and hamstrings were cut off, and even death became a luxury.

In addition, once he was escorted to the military base camp, not only would he not be able to escape, but he would also be searched for his soul by a strategist who was proficient in spells. At that time, there would be no secrets.

At this point, he couldn't help being flustered, and he didn't care about other things, and his mind was full of self-determination!

Because the actor Lu Li deliberately released the water, the situation that should have been one-sided became more enjoyable.

Evenly matched and dangerous, those Xuanjia sergeants who performed guard missions no longer restrained.

"Do you think that white-faced Confucian student will make a battle spirit? Tsk tsk, I really didn't expect that a person who looks so handsome, unexpectedly..."

Speaking of this, the mysterious soldier who was in charge of guarding the thief general shook his head, feeling extremely complicated.

"Don't think about it, even if Zhang Zhao has been tempered on the battlefield, there is still a difference between the world and the earth compared with the real military commander who understands the battle spirit, you continue to look down."

The speaker has three long beards under his jaw, neatly tidied up, his right hand is behind him, and he is holding a scimitar, seeming to have guessed the ending.

In fact, in order to ensure that the prisoners did not have any accidents, Zhang Liao specially arranged for his generals to guard here.

A disabled person, a frontier warrior in a peak state, plus being in the Chinese army camp, can still make Meng Liang unsuccessful?

at the same time.

A trace of helplessness flashed in Lu Li's eyes, he was already deliberately releasing the water, why didn't this guy make a big move?

It will be boring if you delay the time!

As a professional actor, Lu Li knows one truth: When the opponent is most brave, defeat him with the wind and wind, and the effect of the show will be full, and this has two advantages:

One, to establish power.

After all, the military is the place where bravery is the most admired. If a general is incompetent and exhausted to the death of the three armies, the generals are strong enough. Before the two armies confront each other, beheading the enemy generals can increase their morale and reduce casualties, and vice versa.

Second, in order to attract Zhang Liao to shoot himself.

You know, he is the head of the five good generals. Although Zhang Liao's current fame is limited to the corner of Bingzhou, he will go north and south in the future, and he will be destined to leave countless legends in the Central Plains when he fights against all walks of life:

The battle of Puyang, the battle of Xuzhou, the battle of Xiaopei, the battle of Xiapi, the battle of Runan, the battle of Guandu, the battle of Chibi...

After the Battle of Hefei, the name has reached the point where children cry at night.

And these, not only rely on the commander's ability, but also the personal strength value of the world, and can compete with various top generals without losing the wind——

Xiahou Dun, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Zhang Yun, Lu Meng, Tai Shici, Gan Ning, Ling Tong.

Kill Jiang Qi, defeat Yuan Shang and Juhu in less than Sanhe, kill Fu Dun, shoot Huang Gai into the water, and kill Tai Shi Ci.

In other words.

Zhang Liao is in full state. Killing a mixed-race general is no different from killing a chicken. Not only that, even if he is singled out with the top generals, Zhang Liao can still achieve 50-50 without losing the wind. He is a figure of combat strength.

Thinking can not help but diverge.

At this time, Zhang Zhao also found that Lu Li was distracted during the battle, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, but he did not suddenly launch an attack. After all, this is the end, not a life-and-death fight by unscrupulous means. He reminded loudly:

"Brother, be careful!"

When the words fell, Zhang Zhao didn't hesitate anymore, let out a long roar, turned back and stepped sideways, and at the same time filled his hands with enough strength, the ring head knife was several times faster than before, and the ordinary soldiers on the crowd could only see a blur. Hanguang can't distinguish between the real and the empty.

And the military commander guarding Meng Liang by the camp tent made a sound, his beard-twisting hand paused, and he sighed inwardly: It's interesting. If nothing else, I am afraid that I will have another general in the state army in the near future. NS.

Because this sword technique faintly carries a trend, it opens and closes, even if the military commander who understands the battle spirit suddenly fights against it, he must be prepared to prevent the ship from overturning in the gutter.

clang! clang! clang!

On the court, the cries of gold and iron continued, and the wind was fierce.

It was a pity that the blade, which was invisible to the naked eye, was like a poisonous snake pinched by seven inches, but there was nowhere to hide in front of Lu Li, and there was no threat at all.

For about four or five rounds, Lu Li felt that he was almost done, his wrists slammed into force, and with a scream, he directly cut off Zhang Zhao's ring-head sword.

The situation reversed instantly.

In addition, the long sword turned into a bright color, and it was cast from the side of Zhang Zhao's throat.

At almost the same time, the shouts of the soldiers outside the field stopped abruptly, because they clearly saw that the ring was cut into two pieces and flew out, and the situation was completely different from what they had imagined.

too suddenly!

Not to mention ordinary Xuanjia soldiers, for a while, even some knowledgeable generals could hardly accept this result.

Looking at the remnant blade in his hand, Zhang Zhao felt more complicated. After a long time, he barely relaxed his mind. He touched his undamaged neck, and said:

"I lost?"

"Concession."

After speaking, Lu Li inserted the long knife back into the scabbard, stepped forward to put the guy’s shoulders, and said with a smile: "Brothers have exquisite swordsmanship. Once you understand yourself, take the Huns to sacrifice the sword, you will surely awaken the soul of war. At that time, you and I will fight again ~www.readwn.com~The outcome is still unknown."

"..."

However, Zhang Zhao still failed to get out of the failure.

But the result was still so cruel, as he did when he confronted his general a few years ago.

"It's just a discussion, don't lose your heart. Frankly speaking, Meng Ming's genius is rare in the world, and he is ashamed of seeing him."

The voice came from the side.

I don’t know when Zhang Liao appeared on the court in a golden helmet and purple robe. His words were gentle: "Guigu Ziyun: Spring is born, summer is long, autumn is harvested, and winter is hidden. ."

With that said, he turned to look at Lu Li, who was standing beside him, who had never used the battle spirit before, and said:

"Okay, let's go drink some wine to warm up your body first, I'll come to accompany Meng Ming and have a good time."

"Haha, don't let people underestimate me and the state army."