When they returned to the stands of their home, Zhao Wuji, Zhao Hu and other groups of generals surrounded him and asked about the results. When they heard about the fight, everyone couldn't help but feel a sudden sudden feeling.

In ancient generals, fighting in battle formations, fighting generals was the most important link.

Before the Warring States Period, when everyone fought, they had to be famous, called Yi Zhan, or the Battle of Gentlemen.

When the war needs to start, everyone first sends an envoy to explain the cause and scale of the battle. Then send people to see the battlefield first, divide the locations of the camps between the two sides, where they come out, and where they come in. How should you camp and how mine be stationed. Then where your formation is placed, where mine is placed, draw drawings to record each other, get the other party’s approval, and then agree on the date.

Spring is not enough, everything is revived, everyone should plant wheat at home, and farming cannot be delayed.

Autumn is not enough. Everyone wants to harvest wheat, so that the grains can be returned to the warehouse?

If it doesn't work in winter, soldiers are thin and don't be frozen. If it doesn't work in summer, it's too hot, soldiers will easily get heatstroke. If it hurts the soldiers, it's unkind.

Logically, then don’t fight. How can you do it? Therefore, ancient records mostly occurred when a certain country had arranged a certain prince in the late spring of a certain year and fought in the field; or a certain prince in the late autumn, fighting in the field. This was the spring and autumn.

Then everyone started to prepare. After a year or two, everyone chose a day to go to war, did everything according to the original drawings, and then began to arrange troops according to the agreed date.

Can you start this?

It was still early, and at this time, the envoys of both sides made the final peaceful efforts. Everyone sent out a clever and quarrel in front of the formation to argue about the reason for the outbreak of the war. This is called the instructor. If one side concedes defeat in the debate, well, the war that has been struggling for more than a year will be over, and everyone will go back to their own houses.

However, after verbal battles, we cannot debate the result that convinces the other party. Then the second game begins - the fight.

Everyone sent a general, and both sides fought in the formation, and the final decision was determined by the winner.

If you are not convinced, then the army will rush, but it will be over in just a while. Because it is not enough to fight for a day and night, the chariots charge forward, and once they meet, they will be completely in chaos. It is unrealistic to want to rectify for a while.

Therefore, fighting generals represent lofty honor.

However, the reason why Zhao Xing's generals were nervous was that in principle, the three hundred soldiers of Junqiu were either generals, or the original soldiers, or militias, was because of Zhao Xing that he could reach the sky in one step. This really made him fight with the general, and it was a matter of death.

Zhao Xing comforted everyone: "Fighting generals is a gambling money. Is it money? We are either bragging or having money. So don't worry, lose a little, it won't affect everyone's food."

The relaxed joke was not exchanged for everyone's consent. Zhao Wuji said worriedly: "Although the general loses money, it is stipulated that if you win two games in three games, you will lose your life. Master, you will be careless."

This is the key, so Sui didn't have the courage to take on the task, because losing is not just his own life, but the most important thing is that losing is equivalent to half of the master's life. This responsibility is too great.

Zhao Xing continued to cheer everyone up indifferently: "It's okay, I lost this game, but I am confident that I will win the remaining two games. So, the brothers who go up should ensure their safety and will beat you up in just a few tricks. We are not monkeys, and people can watch tricks when they go up."

The more he said so easily, the more everyone felt that the responsibility was heavy.

Zhao Wuji took a step forward, but Zhao Hu blocked him: "The general is the master's upper arm and the leader of the three hundred brothers. You must not make any mistakes. I have nothing else, so I have the strength to be stupid. I will go."

Among the three hundred brothers, Zhao Hu is the biggest in terms of strength. The weapon this guy usually uses is a large iron cone with a hammer. It has a total of seventy or eighty kilograms. When it dances, it is really a bosom.

"I think this arrangement is very good." Zhao Xing made a decision: "Anyway, the winning or losing this time doesn't matter. Zhao Hu just slaps his head and butt. As the saying goes, one force reduces ten tricks, just make a move. Then look at it, you give him a confession, and then everyone laughs and come back to have tea. Oh, I don't know how to drink tea, drink mud." Before the tea leaves could be said at this time, everyone sat together and drank an inexplicable soup or wine.

Zhao Hu said solemnly: "My subordinates must do their best."

"Oh, I've said it's all right. Just deal with it. Don't be serious."

The sound of gongs starts and the betting competition begins.

Zhao Hu didn't wear armor and took off his upper body directly, showing his strong body with a tangled bronze muscle, and carried his 80-pound iron cone and made a big move.

The other party was indeed prepared. When he saw Zhao Hu holding a big iron cone, he immediately adjusted the candidate. The one who ended up was a taller and stronger guy. He also held a big iron cone in his hand, and his head was bigger than Zhao Hu. Walking on the field, step by step, it seemed that the earth was trembling.

This guy immediately attracted shouts and whistles from the stands.

In fact, there is no need to compare, Zhao Xing's side has already lost.

When Zhao Xing saw it, he stretched his neck and shouted at the referee: "Referee, we admit defeat, we admit defeat, we should stop quickly and let my subordinates come back."

The shouting made the audience excitedly quit. If it were all like this, what was the point of this bet? Everyone was watching the exciting process. As for the ending, everyone knew it well. Although they were betting on their lives, in the end, the two people, one was the uncle of the king and the other was the teacher of the king’s teacher, and in the end, no one could die.

Of course, Gongzi Zhong refused. He wanted to kill Zhao Xing's confidant to shock Zhao Xing's courage, and he also insisted on turning this bet into a dead end and taking Zhao Xing's life.

So he stood up and refused flatly: "If Xingzi is so rogue, how can he be an imperial teacher? How can he be a false appearance in Zhao State? How can such a character stand between heaven and earth?"

The ancients valued the most character and reputation, and were humiliated and killed by others. The most classic thing was to kill three soldiers. In this way, Zhao Xing should commit suicide to protect his image.

As a result, everyone miscalculated Zhao Xing's character and shamelessness. He smiled at the young master Zhong opposite him and said, "Zhao Laoer, you don't have to provoke me so much. I don't want my subordinates to be innocent and injured. This is the act of a gentleman and a virtuous person. It is also the decision of a wise man. If you know that you cannot do anything but do it, you will be cold-blooded and confused. This principle is from beinghaved in a small way to governing the country and governing the country. If you don't have such a calm decision as me, and just showing off your face like you, the country will sooner or later be in the hands of a fool like you."

After talking so much, Zhao Yong forgot the bet and couldn't help but nodded repeatedly: "Teacher, what he said makes sense."

As a result, Zhao Xing and Zhao Laoer were quarreling, but Zhao Hu roared: "Don't insult my master, we've fought." Then he waved the big iron cone and rushed forward.

Prince Zhong laughed: "A nobleman is not as wise as a civilian. You should commit suicide by being ashamed and angry as anger."

As a result, Zhao Xing yelled: "Zhao Hu, come back."

But it was too late, a thunder came from the venue, and the dust fell and the outcome was decided, and Zhao Hu had already lost his head.

Looking at Zhao Hu who was bleeding from his mouth, fortunately, this kid was not seriously injured in his life.

Zhao Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to instruct his men to rescue Zhao Hu.

As a result, Gongzi Zhong sneered: "There are no weak soldiers under the strong generals, and the timid and cowardly men are all thieves."

When Zhao Xing heard this, he was shocked.

Zhao Hu roared: "The king (private lord) was insulted by his ministers (residuals) and died. I am ashamed of my master. I will avenge my shame by dying." The big iron cone flew, and in the voice of Zhao Xing's voice: "Don't", he hit his head and died.

Prince Zhong laughed proudly. Although you will eventually have the protection of the king and the queen mother, I may not be able to kill you, but I will ruin your reputation and cut off your arms. Zhao Xing, it is difficult for you to gain a foothold in Zhao State.

Zhao Xing stared at the body of his beloved general, his eyes red: "Zhao Laoer, you force my beloved general to death. I had the intention to spare you, but now, I will kill him."
Chapter completed!