Chapter 8, Wu Sangui let out a loyal laugh

What troubled Wu Shijue even more was that the long bamboo pole opposite was still shaking violently. Who knows where it might poke? If it were to poke him, it would be fine since he had armor to protect him, but what if it were to poke his face? Moreover, this was not just a single bamboo pole swaying randomly, but seven of them! He, Wu Shijue, only had one gun in hand, facing seven opponents, the advantage lay with the enemy!

How to do this

Wang Fuchan's Yang family spear technique is executed exceptionally well, and can even be regarded as the best in the world today. Wang Zhongxiao has mastered his true teachings, and his spear technique is also excellent, but unexpectedly, today he employed a strategy using long bamboo poles arranged in a dense horizontal formation

However, even though the branches and leaves could not sweep away the enemy's arrows, Wang Zhongxiao still had a vine shield to protect his vital areas. Once he steadied himself on the horse, Wang Zhongxiao raised his bamboo pole and waved it. The several riders who had been scattered around immediately galloped over and formed a line almost knee to knee around Wang Zhongxiao, each holding the reins in their right hand and a spear in their left, with the spearheads pointing upwards. Once he steadied himself on the horse, Wang Zhongxiao raised his bamboo pole and waved it. The several riders who had been scattered around immediately galloped over and formed a line almost knee to knee around Wang Zhongxiao, each holding the reins in their right hand and a spear in their left, with the spearheads pointing upwards.

The bamboo poles have all been broken, and several of their tips have pierced into the flesh. How much force must that have taken? If it had been thrust into Wu Shijue, he would most likely have been knocked off his horse. ... But now, although he has managed to dodge it, his horse is not having it ...! This owner actually uses his horse's belly as a bamboo pole for himself, which is truly a lack of care for the horse. This horse is in pain, scared, and angry, unable to stand steadily, and after a series of whinnies, it collapsed onto its right side. ... This owner actually uses his horse's belly as a bamboo pole for himself, which is truly a lack of care for the horse. This horse is in pain, scared, and angry, unable to stand steadily, and after a series of whinnies, it collapsed onto its right side.

Wang Zhongxiao shouted again: "Forward! Slow march!"

Wu Shijue's reaction was indeed swift; upon noticing that the horse was about to lie down, he quickly removed his right foot from the stirrup, extended his right leg backward, simultaneously threw away the long spear in his hand, spread his arms, and embraced the horse's neck, thus falling down together with the horse.

This is the signal for both parties in the competition to initiate their attacks

He glanced again at Wu Shijue and his subordinates across from him, who had formed a loose formation, each person holding a lance of the length of a zhang er (approximately 2.3 meters). They all held the reins in their left hands, tucked the lances under their right armpits, with the tips of the lances pointed upwards, creating a crescent shape reaching towards the sky—this was the first stance of the standard cavalry lance technique passed down from the Ming Dynasty as described in the "Yang Family Lance Manual" and other texts.

No, I haven't, Wang Zhongxiao immediately shook his head, "I haven't looked at it carefully yet!"

Alas, you two have been good partners since childhood, and you have sworn brotherhood more than once. Now, you cannot fall out over a maid. This is not something that the men of our old Wang family would do. Your brother does not count; just the two of us, do we really fear that no young lady would come to us? Why are you competing with Wu Laer?

On the other hand, Wu Shijue was already showing signs of hesitation, as the formation was already scattered, and it became even more disorganized while running. This led to a situation where some were fast and others slow—being poked by such a long bamboo pole from the opposite side would certainly be painful. Moreover, today was not a real fight, and there was no second wave of cavalry supporting from behind, nor was there a supervisory team urging them on. Therefore, it was quite natural for Wu Shijue's helpers to slow down a bit and dodge to the sides. Only Wu Shijue, whose sister was being teased, was filled with anger and charged ahead with her head covered. Thus, the original horizontal formation quickly transformed into Wu Shijue leading the way in a "vanguard formation".

Rest assured, father, that boy is tough and resilient, he cannot be easily harmed

Wang Zhongxiao became even more pleased; the thought of the prizes he could win made him unable to contain his laughter: "Hahaha..."

Meanwhile, approximately 250 steps away, Wu Shijue had already mounted his horse and, along with six other servants from the Wu family, formed a horizontal line. However, compared to Wang Zhongxiao's formation, his was considerably more scattered. Moreover, the spears they wielded were shorter than the bamboo poles used by Wang Zhongxiao and his men; the spears employed by the Pingxi Faction measured 2 zhang in length. While not short among spears, they still fell significantly short compared to the opponent's bamboo poles, which were nearly 2 zhang longer.

Thus, Wang Fuchen was also somewhat taken aback, momentarily unsure of how to respond

Fortunately, the Wang father and son spoke softly, and the arena was bustling with noise, so Wu Sangui's hearing should not be that sharp

Wu Sangui also dotes on this little enchantress, unexpectedly waving his hand to have a large drum brought over for Wu Xiaotu to play with

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Knock knock knock www.hetushu.com knock ... ...

Wang Zhongxiao also took a small bamboo pole about two zhang long from one of Wang Fucheng's personal soldiers, swinging it vigorously, creating a fierce wind. Unfortunately, the branches and leaves at the top of the bamboo pole had all been cut off; otherwise, there would be no need for a competition today.

"Minister Wu," upon seeing this formation, felt it was quite novel, and thus asked the minister Wang beside him, "Is this how you arranged your troops in Datong as well?"

He was feeling anxious when he suddenly heard the laughter of Wu Sangui: "Hahaha... what a skill, a single strike and it hits the mark, truly impressive! If there were thousands of iron cavalry advancing like a wall with wolf spears, where in the world could one not go?"

At this moment, Wu Shijue had already realized that something was amiss. Where were his companions? They had agreed on seven against seven, yet on the other side, the seven knights were lined up like a wall, while on his side, there was only one person and one horse left

As the sound of hooves echoed, the two teams of knights on the training ground began to close in rapidly. At first glance, both formations appeared quite orderly, but upon closer inspection, it was evident that Wang Zhongxiao's team of knights was not only well-organized but also densely packed, with each member wielding a long bamboo pole, creating an imposing presence.

The people below shouted together

Of course, the "brisk walk" speed that Wang Zhongxiao set for himself and his subordinates is not particularly fast; it is the kind of brisk walk that can be easily controlled. If they were to sprint with all their might, their formation would break apart... Moreover, once they start sprinting, they cannot stop. If by chance they trample Wu Shijue to death with their horse's hooves, then they would no longer be able to capture the girl.

At this moment, Wu Xiaotu struck the second drum again

I saw the seven knights on the opposite side have already leveled their bamboo poles and are charging over in unison

Although the power of this short gun is relatively weak during impact, it is convenient for performing gun techniques while on horseback, allowing for stabbing, swinging, and striking with both hands. Therefore, Wu Shijue believes that he is not without a chance of victory; as long as he can withstand a wave of attacks from Wang Zhongxiao, he is confident that he can win

Wang Zhongxiao silently estimated the distance on both sides, then shouted: "Slow walk 30, fast walk 30, https://www.hetushushu.com, jog 30... then level the bamboo pole and run forward quickly!"

This scene was clearly observed by the referee Wu Shicong. Wu Yingqi's son was quite decisive, immediately picking up a small wooden mallet and striking a gong nearby, announcing the end of the competition

This young lady is quite spirited! Wang Zhongxiao couldn't help but praise her.

As the horse stood up, the three bamboo poles could no longer reach Wu Shijue, all of them striking against the horse's belly, followed by the sound of "crack, crack, crack" as the bamboo poles broke!

At this moment, Wu Shijue suddenly shouted and began to advance with several of his subordinates.

However, Wu Sangui did not pursue the matter further, as the most critical moment had already arrived

Wait, how is it one to seven

In fact, it is not that dense. The cavalry formation used by Wang Fuchen in Datong is quite similar to that used by Wu Shicong, employing the "Yang Family Spear" which measures 1.6 zhang. This is a type of long spear most commonly used by the Ming army, accompanied by specialized techniques for its use.

However, Wu Shijue overlooked the fact that his subordinates were all disloyal cowards, and he charged forward alone on horseback, even beginning to accelerate his sprint.

Wu Shijue, who was thrown to the ground while holding the horse's neck, heard the sound of the gong and knew he had lost ... ! ... Moreover, he had also lost his sister to that shameless scoundrel, Wang Zhongxiao !

Brother Wang Er, are you all ready? Alright, I am about to beat the drum!

At that moment, the sound of drums suddenly erupted. Wang Zhongxiao turned his gaze upon hearing the sound and saw Wu Xiaotu, dressed in flowing white garments, vigorously striking a leather drum with two wooden mallets. The drumbeats grew increasingly urgent, each wave more intense than the last

This set of protective gear was personally put on Wang Zhongxiao by Wang Fuchen, his father. At this moment, he is still inspecting it, checking here and there, and his mouth hasn't stopped, repeatedly whispering: "Little brat, when the fight starts, you must hold back. No matter what, Wu Laer is the grandson of the King of Pingxi, don't hurt him!"

At this time, Wang Zhongxiao had already donned a set of armor specifically designed for horseback combat. The exterior of the armor was wrapped in cowhide, while the interior was lined with a thick layer of cotton padding. On his head, he wore a small cotton cap along with a hard leather helmet.

Wang Zhongxiao looked around and saw that the formation was very orderly, indicating that the training over the past few days had not been in vain. However, apart from himself, Wang Zhongxian, and Wang Zhongyi, the horsemanship of the others was quite average. Therefore, Wang Zhongxiao positioned himself in the center, with Wang Zhongxian on the far right and Wang Zhongyi on the far left

Wang Zhongxiao wore a look of helplessness, spreading his hands and softly saying: "Father, how could I compete with Wu Er for women? However... you also know that I am too handsome; every young lady who sees me cannot help but be captivated. And you know the Wu family, they are known to act recklessly for the sake of a beautiful woman!"

What should be done about this

While laughing, he also leveled the long bamboo pole in his hand and began to move forward at a brisk pace

As he spoke, Wang Fuchen waved his hand and made a gesture as if to behead.

Wang Zhongxiao retracted his neck, realizing that this matter was indeed a taboo under the fief of the Prince of Pingxi. Wu Sangui, this old traitor, was not lacking in temperament, but anyone who dared to mention "charging into battle out of anger for a beauty" would surely provoke his ire.

However, Wang Zhongxiao's team is holding up very well—an inch longer, an inch bolder! The longer the rod in hand, the bolder one becomes. Moreover, all the brothers around Wu Shijue have scattered, and he is the only one foolishly charging ahead; who would still fear him?

Beside him, Wang Fuchen also took a glance, seemingly unable to see clearly. He then took out a monocular telescope and looked carefully again. After finishing, he nodded and said: "Indeed impressive, quite good... Oh, this person looks like Wu Guogui's daughter, Wu Xiaotu. In the blink of an eye, she has grown into a beauty! Little rascal, you wouldn't have taken a liking to her again, would you?"

At this moment, Wu Shijue also felt a bit intimidated, as he realized that the bamboo pole on the opposite side was indeed very long, much longer than the weapon in his hand, which was clearly a form of cheating

When Wang Zhongxiao mounted his horse, his group of companions, including the armed steward Yu Deshui, Wang Dama Zi Wang Zhongxian, the cannon-wielding Wang Dapao Wang Zhongyi, Xiao Lizi Li Jixiang, the groom Wang Quan and Tushu, and the book boy Wang An, had already taken up their bamboo poles and mounted their respective warhorses

"Hush hush..." Wang Fuchan immediately became anxious, almost covering Wang Zhongxiao's mouth. "You must not speak carelessly! The King of Pingxi will be angry, and it could lead to a loss of life!"

This cheerful sound comes from Wu Xiaotu, the troublemaker of the Wu Guogui family. Today's competition is instigated by her. However, instead of feeling ashamed, she is quite pleased. Seeing that Wu Sangui, Wu Yingqi, Wu Guogui, Xia Guoxiang, Hu Guozhu, Zhang Guozhu, Wang Pingfan, Ma Bao, Wang Fucheng, Qi Sansheng, Gao Dejie, and others have all come to watch the excitement, she becomes even more excited and even takes the initiative to ask Wu Sangui for the task of beating the drum to cheer on the event.

After saying this, he strode towards a warhorse nearby that stood over 4 feet 3 inches tall, with a reddish coat. This warhorse was named "Chijun," which sounds similar to "Chitu," but in reality, it was far inferior to Chitu; it was merely considered tall among the short Mongolian horses.

As the drumbeats struck by Wu Xiaotu grew increasingly urgent, the pace of the formations on both sides quickened. On Wu Shijue's side, there was already a hint of disarray, while Wang Zhongxiao's side continued to maintain a relatively tight formation, steadily accelerating from a slow walk to a brisk walk, and then to a light jog... Although there were only seven riders, they still conveyed a sense of overwhelming force.

Just as he was momentarily stunned, the long bamboo poles from the opposite side had already thrust forward! At least three or four long bamboo poles were wildly swaying as they charged towards Wu Shijue and the horse beneath him. Reacting quickly, Wu Shijue tightened the reins. The horse he was riding was running smoothly, but upon suddenly seeing numerous poles thrusting towards it, he was contemplating whether to dodge when the reins suddenly tightened. The horse's mouth felt the pain, letting out a protesting "squeal," and then it reared up, balancing on its hind legs. Reacting quickly, Wu Shijue tightened the reins again. The horse he was riding was running smoothly, but upon suddenly seeing numerous poles thrusting towards it, he was contemplating whether to dodge when the reins suddenly tightened. The horse's mouth felt the pain, letting out a protesting "squeal," and then it reared up, balancing on its hind legs.

Knock knock knock knock ... ...

Moreover, once this bamboo pole begins to sway, the branches and leaves at the top will also shake along with it, sweeping a wide area up and down, left and right, potentially knocking down the arrows shot by the enemy.