A Weird Theater That Started In London

Chapter 225

"I bet a hundred dollars, bet on a thousand tricks and lost."

"Losing? Bet fifty dollars on the boy to lose."

Voices resounded from every corner of the barracks, and the atmosphere was very lively.

There is only one exception.

Around a tent next to the Chinese army camp, the silence was eerily——

In fact, Bingzhou in February can be regarded as extremely cold, so Meng Liang couldn't help shivering just staying in the wild, even with a bonfire for warmth and a cowhide tent to keep out the cold.

On the other hand, the elite soldiers guarding the side, even if they didn't comprehend the spirit of war, were still not afraid of the severe cold, standing like javelins, silently watching the battle ahead, with a glint of expectation and enthusiasm flashing in their eyes from time to time.

If given a choice, Meng Liang would rather kill himself on the spot than like now——

His tendons and hamstrings were broken, and even death became a luxury.

In addition, once he was escorted to the headquarters of the army, not only would he be unable to escape, but he would also be searched by counselors who were proficient in magic arts. At that time, there would be no secrets to speak of.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but panic, he didn't care about other things, and his mind was full of how to kill himself!

Due to actor Lu Li's intentional release of water, the situation that should have been one-sided has become more enjoyable.

Evenly matched and dangerous, those Xuanjia sergeants who were in charge of guarding the mission no longer restrained themselves.

"Do you think that white-faced Confucian scholar can show a battle spirit? Tsk tsk, I can't imagine that such a handsome-looking person..."

Having said that, the soldier who spoke shook his head, feeling extremely complicated.

"Don't think about it too much. Even though Zhang Zhao has been tempered in the battlefield for a long time, there is still a world of difference between him and a real general who has comprehended the spirit of battle. You can continue to read."

The speaker had three long beards under his chin, neatly groomed, with his right hand behind his back, holding a scimitar, as if he had already guessed the ending.

In fact, in order to ensure that no accidents occurred to the captives, Zhang Liao specially arranged for his generals to guard the place.

A crippled man, a border warrior at his peak, plus being in the camp of the Chinese army, could Meng Liang be turned upside down?

at the same time.

A trace of helplessness flashed in Lu Li's eyes, he was already intentionally releasing water, why didn't this guy use his big moves?

There's no point in procrastinating any longer!

As a professional actor, Lu Li knows a truth: when the other party is at his most brave, defeating him with overwhelming force will make the program full of effect. There are two advantages to doing this:

One, to establish prestige.

After all, the army is the place where bravery is most admired. One general is incompetent and exhausts the three armies. The general is strong enough. Before the two armies confront each other, beheading the enemy general can enhance the morale of one's own side and reduce casualties, and vice versa.

Second, in order to attract Zhang Liao to act personally.

You know, he is the head of the five good generals. Although Zhang Liao's current fame is limited to a corner of Bingzhou, he is destined to leave countless legends in the Central Plains when he travels across the country in the future and fights against people from all walks of life:

Battle of Puyang, Battle of Xuzhou, Battle of Xiaopei, Battle of Xiapi, Battle of Runan, Battle of Guandu, 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 commanding ability, but also the personal force value is first-class in the world, and can be singled out with various top generals without falling behind——

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

Kill Jiang Qi, defeat Yuan Shang and Juhu in Less than Sanhe, kill Ta Dun, shoot Huang Gai into the water, and plan to kill Tai Shici.

In other words.

Zhang Liao's state is fully open, killing miscellaneous generals is no different from killing a chicken, not only that, even if he is singled out with top generals, Zhang Liao can still achieve a 50-50 split without falling behind, and he belongs to the standard of combat power.

Thinking can't help but diverge.

At this time, Zhang Zhao also noticed that Lu Li was distracted during the battle, and there was a flash of excitement in his eyes, but he didn't launch an attack suddenly. After all, this is a point-and-shoot right now, not an unscrupulous life-and-death fight. He reminded loudly:

"Brother, be careful!"

When the words fell, Zhang Zhao stopped hesitating, let out a long roar, turned around and stepped sideways, and at the same time poured enough strength into his hands, the ring head knife was several times faster than before, and the ordinary soldiers onlookers could only see a blur In the cold light, it is impossible to tell the truth from the truth.

And the general who was guarding Meng Liang by the camp let out a little hesitation, paused his beard-twisting hand, and sighed inwardly: This is interesting, if there is no accident, I am afraid that there will be another general in the Bingzhou Army in the near future up.

Because this saber technique has a faint momentum, opening and closing, even if a general who understands the spirit of war suddenly confronts him, he has to be prepared to prevent the boat from turning over in the gutter.

clang! clang! clang!

On the field, the sounds of gold and iron crossing continued one after another, and the wind was violent.

It's a pity that the blade, which cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye, is like a poisonous snake pinched seven inches at this time, but there is nowhere to hide in front of Lu Li, and there is no threat at all.

After about four or five rounds, Lu Li felt that the performance was almost done, so he exerted force with his wrist, and with a clang, he cut off Zhang Zhao's ring-headed saber.

The situation reversed instantly.

In addition, the long knife turned into a bright color, and passed Zhang Zhao's throat unabated.

Almost at the same time, the shouts of the soldiers outside the field stopped abruptly, because they clearly saw that the ring head knife broke in two and flew out backwards. The situation was completely different from what they had imagined.

too suddenly!

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

But Zhang Zhao looked at the broken blade in his hand, and his mood was more complicated. He was stunned for a long time before he managed to calm down, touched his intact neck, and said:

"I lost?"

"Concession."

After finishing speaking, Lu Li put the long knife back into the scabbard, stepped forward and put his arms around the guy's shoulders, and said with a smile, "Brother's swordsmanship is superb, once you understand yourself, and take the Hun sacrificial knife, you will definitely awaken your fighting spirit. At that time, you and I will fight again, and the outcome is still unknown."

"..."

However, Zhang Zhao still couldn't get out of the failure. He thought that as long as he tried his best, he could at least force Lu Li to use his battle spirit.

But the result was still so cruel, just like when he confronted his own general a few years ago.

"Okay, it's just a sparring session, don't get discouraged, frankly speaking, Meng Ming's talent is rare in the world, even seeing someone feels ashamed."

The voice came from the side.

At some point, Zhang Liao, who was wearing a golden helmet and a purple robe, appeared on the field, and his words were full of gentleness: "Guiguzi said: spring birth, summer growth, autumn harvest, winter storage, the heaven is right, be patient and wait for everything to come to fruition, sooner or later .”

After speaking, he turned to look at Lu Li who was standing beside him, who had never even used a battle spirit, and said:

"Go down and drink some wine to warm up your body. I'll fight with Meng Ming to have a good time."

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

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