Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 1: Gun Thirteen

"Fourth match, go to the Tang Dynasty, Ji Ye wins!"

"Fifth match, go to the Tang Dynasty, Ji Ye wins!"

The gong rang again and again, and the news of Xia Tang's success came frequently. On the seats of the Golden Tent Kingdom, the barbarian warriors pursed their lips, and the Nine Kings also became stern; while on the seats of the Xiatang Kingdom, the monarchs and ministers did not talk and laugh happily, and the wins after the game were too smooth. There was no hostility in Yanwu at first, and in the end, no matter whether he wins or loses, it is harmless, but now he has played three games in a row, and the opponent's weapon has been destroyed within a few shots. The look of the King of the Golden Tent was also noticed by the ministers. Originally, after the martial arts performance, the guests and hosts had a drink in Qingxuan Ancient City outside the city, but if they continue to win...

Haleza was brought to the seat of the Nine Kings with his head down. He didn't dare to look at the Nine Kings, but carefully glanced at Lu Guichen.

The Nine Kings lowered his voice: "What's going on here? Haleza, your father is a famous two-gunner in our northern capital. This time, he asked you to come to East China with his son. Even several Great Khans recommended it. You, but can't you catch a single shot from Dong Lu?"

Haleza shook his head: "Ninth Prince, I...he is too strong..."

"Ninth Prince," a companion came over, "It's no wonder that Haleza, the people we went up again, were also deprived of their weapons in a few strokes. Was this martial arts performance specially arranged by Xia Tang?"

"Stupid!" Jiu Wang snorted, "No matter how you arrange him, he is only a teenager. At the same age, our Qingyang warriors can't kill him. Isn't it embarrassing for us to arrange it specially? ?”

An exclamation came from the field again, Nine Kings pushed Haleza to look around, watching the sharp stabbing sword descending from the sky and piercing into the soil. The barbarian boy in the martial arts arena was lying on the ground panting heavily, and the Xiatang boy in black rhinoceros leather armor held his spear point within an inch of his opponent's throat, so that the barbarian boy had no chance to raise his head.

It was only a few back and forth, and another person was defeated, leaving only two of the seven elite youths of the Qingyang Department.

"It's useless!" Jiu Wang lowered his voice.

The tall and thin boy slowly stood up from the side. His complexion was like copper, a thick iron mirror hung on his chest, and he was wearing a lacquered horn bow that the barbarians were good at using.

"Tie Ye, go," Lu Guichen looked at his companion, "Your sword is unmatched by them, so don't lose to Dong Lu."

"I won't disappoint my master!" Tie Ye, son of Tie Yi, took off his horn bow and patted the saber on his waist.

"Wait!" The older brother Tie Yan untied his saber and handed it over, "Take my saber, his gun is good!"

Tie Ye weighed his brother's heavy saber and strode off.

Himino was panting, and defeated four people in a row. His physical strength couldn't support him, so he had to take advantage of his opponent's absence to recover. But his heart was full of ecstasy, and he didn't have the slightest thought of retreating.

He never thought that he would frighten the king. For the first time in his life, he met someone who could really fight against him. All the things he had learned in spear techniques were broken up and reassembled again, and the thunder stab shown by the old man began to take shape in his mind. These brave barbarian boys let Hime know that there are so many people like him in the world. Constantly imitating the martial arts of these barbarian warriors, complex attacks and defenses were gradually integrated into his spear skills. The ultimate goal is to condense into the only shot.

Extreme spear.

The faint voice of discussion came again.

"Sima Gong, unexpectedly he is still a titan, do you think he can survive this time?"

"The lord of the country is strategizing, this is to give the barbarians of the Golden Horde a prestige! But winning four games in a row is too embarrassing, no matter whether he can hold on or not, I think he will admit defeat this round .”

"If he retreats, can the rest win?"

"There are only two barbarians left, and there is also a wheel battle left. Although the barbarians are brave, there is only a bag of horse dung in their heads."

A faint laugh came, but Xi Yan on the sidelines of the martial arts field was slightly moved: "Every shot is different. He is improving...to the end...."

In the eyes of the No. 1 Tang general, the young man's first shot, Bengfei Haleza's double cone, still relied on brute force, but gradually, his fierce and terrifying spear skills became more and more proficient. When Ji Ye said that he would definitely win, Xi Yan just liked his straightforwardness and courage. It was only now that Xi Yan believed that this child might be able to turn the myth into reality. Ji Ye is like a person who has never confronted anyone with a gun. For the first time, he opened up treasures in other people's martial arts. His martial arts perfected every time he fired a gun, and gradually it was difficult to find it even if he went to go. Obvious flaws.

But if Himeno really never confronted an outstanding samurai, where did his spear skills come from?

"The seventh scene, Tieye of the Golden Tentacle, and Ji Ye of the Tang Dynasty."

General Xi struck the gong again, and the tall and thin barbarian boy stepped down slowly from the arena.

"I'm Tie Ye, Tie Ye? Bazaar, your gun is very good!" The boy on stage was a head taller than Ji Ye. The height of the barbarians is usually slightly shorter than that of the East Lu, but this boy can be taller than the tall Ji Ye. The dull saber in Tie Ye's hand reflected the sun, and suddenly there was a sharp reflection. With a flick of his wrist, a group of soldiers he was facing couldn't help covering their eyes even though they were in the audience.

For the first time, a cold vigilance flashed in Ji Ye's heart. The knife in Tie Ye's hand was extraordinary, and it would not be an ordinary samurai who could own this knife. He started the defense completely naturally.

"My sword is also very good!" Different from the modesty of Dong Lu people, Tie Ye directly praised his sword.

"It's a copy of Yingyue's knife, my brother's knife," Tie Ye said proudly, "Let's compare."

"Come on!" Ji Ye slowly pulled the tiger tooth bracket on his left arm. The soreness in his arm made it difficult for him to move, Ji Ye gritted his teeth, suppressed the pain, and took a deep breath to fill his stuffy chest.

"If your physical strength is not enough, let's not compete," Tie Ye noticed Ji Ye's heavy breathing, "Your spear skills are good, I don't want to hurt you."

"If I fail, my younger brother will take over for me," Hime stared at the enemy, "so I won't fail!"

Ji Qianzheng in the audience heard these words, he didn't expect the eldest son to obey his wishes so much, he was stunned for a moment. He saw that Tie Ye's martial arts were indeed not something Chang Ye could resist. Tie Ye was one of the two people who always stood behind the young master of the Golden Horde, and he was different from the other fifty. The only hope now is that Ji Ye can wear down Tie Ye's strength, and Chang Ye will have a chance. He reached out to hold his younger son's hand, feeling the cold sweat in his palm.

"Want to leave the opportunity to your younger brother?" Tie Ye glanced at Chang Ye disdainfully, "What kind of hero is it because your elder brother defeats the enemy? You Donglu people always play this kind of trick!"

The warriors on the prairie have always disdained the tricks of the Eastern Lu army, and so is Tie Ye. But unexpectedly, Ji Ye just shook his head, his voice was heavy and hoarse: "That's not the case! We also have real warriors in East China!"

The black golden light flashed out suddenly, and Tie Ye's long knife slashed at the muzzle of the gun in an instant and swung the spear away. Both sides were shocked by the fierce force of the other side, which might not be a big deal in **, but for thirteen or fourteen year old boys, the countershock force was enough to hurt their arms through weapons. Without any flinching, the two started the next round of attack almost at the same time. No defense at all, attack against attack. The brutal fighting made the youngsters selected by the Eastern Palace terrified. It was the first time for the youngsters who had never seen barbarians to witness such a brutal fighting. — This nameless civilian child must hold on.

Only that same ferocity of a tiger can resist the ferocity of a barbarian.

"A real warrior?" Xi Yan shook his head, "It's a pity that there are fewer and fewer."

Fifty-seven counterattacks, the roar of the weapons made the people on the sidelines uneasy.

Both sides bet their chances of winning on the struggle of speed and strength. In terms of martial arts, they are almost evenly matched. All the combined spear techniques in the poisonous dragon are restrained by Tie Ye's saber, and Tie Ye dare not use his power to kill. The speed of the two sides is about the same. They are purely attacking and then attacking. If the two sides really push the offensive to the end, the result will only be a loss for both sides, and even their chests will be pierced. The martial arts arena seems to be blown by a scarlet wind, with the smell of iron blood and yellow sand of the battlefield.

Xi Yan saw that the young master on the seat of the Golden Curtain no longer looked around, his fists were clenched tightly, and he was watching the movement in the arena. The burly and tall boy behind him pressed his shoulder forcefully, signaling him not to worry.

"Turn to the front of the wolf!"

Tie Ye's roar pulled back Xi Yan's sight. He had heard the name before, and when he traveled to the grasslands, the grazing man talked about the wolf-sharp knife of General Beidu Muli in admiration, and he wished to follow his fantasy of fighting. Tie Ye finally used his strongest killer. He took the risk to meet Ji Ye's straight thrust, and within three feet of Ji Ye. The moment Ji Ye's spear went empty, he got a complete opportunity to attack.

The long knife was driven by the strength of his waist when he turned over, and drew a shiny circle with a diameter of four feet. Mu Li said when he was teaching that, unlike ordinary wolf blades, this is a chopping method that does not require sprinting force at all, and only needs a powerful rotation. Tie Ye had already figured out that Ji Ye only had to block with the **** of the gun still in his hand. He believed that he had the ability to cut off the tail of the Huya gun with a single blow, and then directly cut Ji Ye's waist.

Tie Ye can't lose, and he can't lose his reputation as the companion of the world. The cruel Tie Ye was merciless.

Hearing the name of this knife, Hime Ye understood how dangerous he was. This was a mistake, and it was too late to recover. Hime Ye, who had never faced an outstanding warrior, could not guess that the Wolf Blade was a killer who had gathered more than a dozen generations of fighting experience on the grassland.

The tip of the gun could no longer be withdrawn, could the wooden handle at the end of the gun stop Tie Ye's knife? He gave up parrying and threw himself forward. No one thought that after he took such a countermeasure, it would be impossible to dodge the sweep of the long knife.

Tie Ye's knife hit Ji Ye's waist as he wished, and the moment the blood spattered, people were surprised to see that injured Ji Ye spun like Iron Ye. The knife cut his waist leaving deep and long pain, he held the spear back and whipped out the end of the spear. Spears are not as powerful as knives in close combat, but Ji Ye still managed it. At the moment when Tie Ye was stunned, he completely imitated Tie Ye's killer, "turning the wolf's front" without any distance.

There was a loud sound of metal cracking.

The end of the gun struck Tie Ye's chest mirror like an iron whip. Tie Ye couldn't believe his eyes. It froze for an instant, and then Tie Ye desperately pushed on Ji Ye's shoulder, and the two retreated in opposite directions, and sat on the ground together. Ji Ye pressed the wound on his waist, and Tie Ye stared blankly at the knife in his hand. It was Ji Ye's self-sacrificing lunge that led to this result, because he was too close, the end of the knife slashed on Ji Ye's waist. The end is the slowest in the spin and is also where the blade is the blunt.

A few spots of blood were sparsely sprinkled on the ground between the two of them, and red oozes from between the fingers of Ji Ye holding his waist.

Prince Donggong covered his eyes in fright, and Baili Jinghong was also panicked. A contest between the children and the closeness between the two countries reproduced the cruel battlefield between the barbarians and the Chinese. The minister, Guihuamen, did not expect that just a young boy's fight could be so fierce that blood would be spattered.

"Turn to the Wolf Front?" Ji Ye nodded, "I remember."

"Yes!" Tie Ye's face turned pale, although it seemed that he was not injured at all.

"Get up! Get up!" His brother Tie Yan shouted from the seat, waving his arms.

Tie Ye stood up, glared at Ji Ye with a long knife, and Ji Ye stood up with force. Xi Yan hesitated whether to stop this martial arts performance. After all, no one wanted to see a dead body in a pool of blood under this scene, and Ji Ye was already injured. Can he break through the second attack of the wolf's front?

"I convince you! You can learn all this!" Tie Ye smiled wryly and shook his head.

He suddenly threw the knife in his hand at his opponent, staggered and fell to the ground. This is the way of the barbarians to express surrender. On the seats of the Golden Tent Kingdom, the teenagers rushed down to help Tie Ye up, only to find that the bright iron mirror on his chest had been shattered, and the sharp corners stabbed back into his chest. went. Tie Ye was injured far worse than Hime Ye.

"You won!" Tie Ye passed by Ji Ye when he was being carried down, "I'm not as good as you... But if it were my brother, you wouldn't be able to win. My brother has never lost against me since he was young."

"Then... let your brother come!" Ji Ye also nodded at him. He stood there leaning on the gun, but couldn't stand, and his feet slipped and sat on the ground.

"Seventh match, go to the Tang Dynasty, Ji Ye wins."

Xi Yan also hesitated. He is the general who gently waved the flag on the battlefield to guide thousands of troops to a decisive victory, but at this moment he didn't know whether he should let Chang Ye play.

"It's a scene where both sides suffer."

"We won this match well-deserved, after all, our warriors have fought for several rounds."

"I just don't know if the next few will lose face."

"What did Sima Gong say about the despondent words of a man who is so majestic and self-defeating?"

"We have done a lot to lose the prestige of our ancestors." Sima Gong, the head of the Shaofu, sighed, "Why should we reorganize Fengyanxue and raise the dragon flag to Ashan again!"

There were endless discussions, Ji Qianzheng on the sidelines had already started to get up for the young son, although he had no strength to get up, people were waiting for the next boy to end. But Ji Ye sat on the ground and stared at Xi Yan, not knowing whether he didn't want to say it or was too painful to speak. But Xi Yan saw a terribly stubborn will in those dark eyes, clearly preventing him from letting Chang Ye play.

"Chang Ye!" Ji Qianzheng didn't know what Xi Yan was hesitating about, pushed his youngest son to the sidelines, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Chang Ye, let's play, there is only one left, you must win the position of lieutenant general," he felt the resistance from his son's back, so he encouraged his son.

Xi Yan shook his head and raised the drumstick.

"Don't come up!" Ji Ye suddenly stood up. As a result, the wound on his waist opened, and he stood precariously in a pool of blood. Ji Qianzheng once again saw his most disgusting eyes, and couldn't help but froze for a moment.

"Don't come up!" Ji Ye's voice was already hoarse, "I defeated them, I can defeat them all!"

"Ye'er, are you crazy?" Ji Qianzheng's face changed and he lowered his voice.

"Anyone can be a deputy general," Ji Ye bit his lip, "My brother can do it, so can I!"

"Brother, do you want to grab it with your younger brother? You naughty thing, what do you have in mind?"

Ji Ye was stunned for a while, and he shook his head vigorously: "I won't fight with him, I can't fight him. I just grab mine!"

"Why?" His hands were shaking, "Why...why...why do I always follow other people's horses?"

"I think... I never thought that our Ji family would have such a selfish son!" Ji Qianzheng couldn't hold back his face anymore.

Looking at his father's eyes, listening to his scolding, and watching him eagerly push his younger brother onto the ring, Ji Ye's gaze suddenly changed and became very quiet. He stared at Ji Qianzheng, and slowly backed away, further and further away step by step. This was the first time that Ji Qianzheng saw his son's dark eyes so quiet and strange.

"Our East Lu warriors are definitely not people who can only play tricks," Ji Ye retreated to the center of the ring, turned his head sharply, and looked at his father and younger brother.

"I want to defeat you," Ji Ye raised his head, pointing to the embassy of the Golden Horde on the high seat, "I will defeat all of you."

He felt so stuffy in his chest, as if it was clogged with blood, or it seemed to be clogged with something else. He patted his chest so hard that his chest was numb with pain, letting the pain suppress everything else: "I am enough alone! I am alone, defeating all of you, all of you !”

He picked up the tiger teeth, and the spear swept across the huge semicircle, passing almost the entire audience in the stands.

Xi Yan looked at the child who was a little out of control, gritted his teeth, and looked hideous. Xi Yan didn't stop him, but just watched quietly.

"Tie Yan is gone!" The last person standing behind Lu Guichen took a step forward and half-kneeled in front of his master.

"Balu, you will win this battle for us!"

"At this point, whether we are victorious or not, we are all overwhelmed by the warriors from the Tang Dynasty. However, Balu will not let the prince down!"

Lu Guichen froze for a moment, then nodded.

The samurai stood up like a hill. His height was not lower than that of his younger brother, and he wore a heavy cavalry armor, with a transparent iron mirror hanging on his chest. Among barbarian warriors, mirror warriors who can wear steel mirrors are a symbol of glory. Among the seven barbarian teenagers, five have bronze helmets, and a pair of Tie brothers were awarded the title of mirror warriors by the Maharaja. Tie Yan's swordsmanship is far beyond that of his younger brother. He is already the centurion of the tiger and leopard rider, and the youngest centurion of the tiger and leopard rider.

He strode to the sidelines and saw Chang Ye with a pale face. He took a step back and looked at Ji Qianzheng. This glance finally crushed Ji Qian's determination to push his youngest son to the stage. Tie Yan was different from his younger brother. When he looked at people, he was no longer a child at all, and he was a real barbarian warrior.

Xi Yan's drumstick fell down: "The eighth game, go down to Jiye of the Tang Dynasty, Tieyan of the Golden Tent Kingdom."