When Jiang Baoju saw that they had wrapped the blades together, he also ordered his subordinates to deal with the same. After all, he was still his own, so how could he really cut it?

Wei Dezhu lined up with ten people, opposite him were ten people from Jiang Baoju's vanguard camp, led by a small team leader.

When the gong sounded, Wei Dezhu raised his sword and roared, "Kill!", and rushed up with ten people.

The other party also shouted "kill" and collided straight towards him.

Just as the two sides were about to meet in close combat, Wei Dezhu waved his hand and divided the ten people into two groups and quickly circled around the sides, launching an attack on the soldiers of the Forward Battalion at both ends.

The soldiers on both sides were in a single state, and in a daze, they were dragged and dragged by the people who suddenly appeared around them.

The captain who led the team saw something wrong, shouted "Disper!" and the remaining eight people immediately dispersed to both sides, waved their swords and rushed over.

Wei Dezhu's eyes shone, his right hand raised high, "Go!"

Two five-man teams started running immediately.

"Stop, what's the ability to escape..." Two soldiers shouted while holding big swords. The five people running wildly in front suddenly stopped, turned around and shouted "Kill!", surrounding the two of them, and then... one was photographed and the other was thrown out of the battle group together!

The same scene was also staged on the other side, and the situation on the field immediately turned into ten to six. When the team leader saw that the situation was not good, he shouted "Catch it!" and the soldiers turned around and ran towards him, but... the "enemy" behind him was much faster than them. Before they could run to the team leader, five people were knocked down from behind, and in the end, there was only one person who ran to the team leader.

Wei Dezhu waved his hand leisurely, and ten people surrounded the two of them.

"Are you still fighting?" Wei Dezhu looked at the team leader with a smile.

At this time, it doesn’t make much sense to fight or not. The team leader looked pale and pointed at Wei Dezhu, “I want to fight you one-on-one!”

"Okay!" Wei Dezhu raised his hand and ten people retreated behind him. The team leader swung the big sword and rushed towards him. Wei Dezhu was calm. When he rushed to the front, the knife in his hand suddenly made a move and hit the back of the other party's knife with a sound. The team leader felt that the big sword fell off his hand and fell to the ground. Wei Dezhu used the rebounding force to swing his blade and landed on the captain's shoulder, "Brother, offend!"

The team leader stood there blankly, staring at Wei Dezhu with a proud look on his face.

"Okay!" The applause sounded, and the soldiers in the reserve battalion jumped up with joy.

From the beginning of the battle to the fact that someone puts the knife around his neck, it was less than five minutes before and after. For Jiang Baoju, this result was so ugly.

He looked at Zeng Xiaoyu with a calm face, "Zeng Yingwei, can you not have anything but opportunistic? I don't want any such soldiers."

Zeng Xiaoyu smiled slightly, "A soldier like me is indeed useless in your hands."

Jiang Feng kept his face cold and could not see any emotional fluctuations. Instead, Zhao Qianjin nodded and sighed, "It's interesting!"

The second round of competition has begun.

Wang Xi brought ten people to the stage, but they were still lined up, and Wang Xi stood in front to command. This time, he changed into Jiang Baoyi's guard battalion. They learned their first lesson. Ten people formed a circle, and the team leader in charge stood in the middle.

Zeng Xiaoyu thought to himself that the people in the rear guard camp were not bad, not as arrogant as he could be, and he knew how to adapt. He winked at Wang Xi who was looking at him, Wang Xi nodded, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

He raised his sword high, shouted "Kill!" and rushed over with ten people.

At the same time, there were also flying stones.

Suddenly, the soldiers who were originally surrounded by a group of soldiers who looked at each other immediately became in chaos. They were all disintegrated by Wang Xi and rushed over, and they turned into a strange scene of five people catching one person again.

This time it ended faster, less than five minutes, and in just one round, all ten people from the guard battalion were thrown out.

In fact, this cannot be blamed for the people in the defender battalion for not fighting. Their playing style is too rogue and it is difficult for people to adapt for a while. On the one hand, giving up the offense and changing to a bad defensive defence is the second. More importantly, the people in the reserve battalion find that this move is good, and the offensive is stronger and the cooperation is better if they double their confidence.

Jiang Baoju and Jiang Baoyi's faces turned green, and Jiang Feng frowned and said nothing.

Zhao Qianjin suddenly stood up and said, "It's interesting! Wang Lin and Pu Yu, come here to play with Zeng Yingwei."

Two burly men walked out of the crowd.

Jiang Fengqi said, "General Zhao is also interested in them?"

Zhao Qianjin said, "Zeng Yingwei's playing style is very novel. I want to let my two biased generals see it."

"Okay!" Jiang Feng nodded with interest.

Zhao Qianjin said, "You two will also pick ten people."

Wang Lin and Park Yu waved their hands, and twenty soldiers with bright armored soldiers ran over.

Zeng Xiaoyu frowned. The outfits of these people were obviously different from those of Jiang Feng's subordinates. They were wearing white armor and white helmets, which looked extremely conspicuous, or... more beautiful!

Zhao Qianjin shouted to Zeng Xiaoyu, "Zeng Yingwei, all I bring are young masters and soldiers in the capital. Don't be too serious when you attack later. If you hurt anyone, it's hard to explain to their parents when you go back."

The laughter came, and Wang Lin, Park Yu and the twenty people looked at Zeng Xiaoyu with a weird look on their faces.

Young Master’s Soldier? From the capital?

Zeng Xiaoyu winked at Wei Dezhu and Wang Xi, and Wei Dezhu said, "I'll come first!" He had just walked over with ten people, and before he could stand still, Wang Lin and Pu Yu smiled wickedly, waved their hands and shouted, "Children, pick fruits!"

Twenty people rushed up, and in the blink of an eye, they pressed all the ten people brought out by Wei Dezhu to the ground.

Everyone was stunned. What kind of playing method is this?

Zeng Xiaoyu jumped up all of a sudden. Grandma's, someone was even more hooligan than me?! He looked at Zhao Qianjin, "General Zhao, is this okay?"

Zhao Qianjin looked at him and smiled without saying a word.

Grandma’s! It’s not easy to compare who is more shameless? Zeng Xiaoyu shouted, “Brothers, come on!”

More than 200 people in the reserve camp rushed up and rescued all the people pressed on the ground. Then, regardless of whether they were on the butt or waist, they slammed the sword.

Wang Lin and Pu Yu didn't expect Zeng Xiaoyu to send everyone up. It was too late to retreat. There were people from the reserve camp around him. Wang Lin shouted, "Bully!"

There was a commotion on the sidelines, and nearly a thousand white-armored soldiers rushed over, and the advantages and disadvantages of both sides immediately reversed.

When Zeng Xiaoyu saw that the situation was not good, three or four times his enemies appeared at the same time. The people on his side were very likely to be wiped out. He shouted, "Shameless!" and waved the dog-beating stick and rushed up.

A figure flashed in front of him, and the smiling Wang Lin held a big knife in front of him, "Zeng Yingwei, what are you doing?"
Chapter completed!