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quiet.

It's quiet.

The faces of the great masters of Man Meng were as disgusting as if they had eaten shit.

Their Batulus may be exaggerated to say that they have the courage to be unstoppable, but which one can easily defeat ten or eight?

But at this moment, he... had almost no resistance and was knocked down to the ground by the model army?

"Regent, these two Batulus seem to need to be carried away."

Qin Dongxu looked at Dorgon respectfully at this time and finished the attack just right.

“…”

Even Dorgon's cunning mansion had the urge to get out of control for a moment, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Duoduo's face had already turned blood red, and he was about to swallow Qin Dongxu and others alive, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Not to mention others, the dignity of the Qing Dynasty was trampled on by others as much as it was at this time? But... there is nowhere to vent...

"take away!"

Dorgon almost squeezed out these two words from his teeth.

A slave immediately took away two unlucky Manchu men.

In this way, the original ten to ten has become ten to six, and the atmosphere in the hall is so depressing that it is so depressing.

"Dong'e, did you see clearly what happened just now? What's going on? Why did the warriors of our Qing Dynasty fall so easily?"

Kong Sizhen's little face was also full of horror and she couldn't believe it. Even though she knew that Dong E would not respond to her, she still couldn't help asking.

Dong'e bit his lip tightly, but he really didn't understand what was going on.

"start."

At this time, with Duoduo's hoarse shout, the battle began quickly.

However, at this time, the generals and officers of the Model Army did not dare to cheer again, but just stared at the situation on the field.

The Qing Dynasty did not understand what was going on. As the skeleton of the model army, they were naturally the Qing Dynasty.

This is exactly one of the core basic subjects of Model Army training: "Wrestling."

It is important to know that the battlefield is not a performance, nor is it a stage. With Xu Changqing's guidance, the model army rarely has a stunning air, even if it is a guard of honor.

In later generations, a master once said: "There is nothing more reliable than wrestling if you really do something."

Such as karate, taekwondo, Jeet Kundo, and Wing Chun and Tai Chi, even though they all have certain specialties, they are far less reliable than wrestling when they really take action.

Especially for ordinary people.

Because the environment of action is not something that people can predict, all kinds of emergencies can come at will. Could it be that when you meet a gangster, the gangster can still make you warm up first and show off a few poses to be handsome first?

Please, the grass on the graves of such people is several feet tall.

Why do you fall?

Because wrestling can directly drop the enemy to the ground in the shortest time, thus causing it to lose its offensive ability.

This allows us to attack and defend.

Although the times have evolved and various traditional martial arts routines have also evolved, and many have begun to tend toward actual combat, it is still far from enough.

If we really want to talk about practicality, the most practical one among the traditional routines should be the "Bajiquan".

Because the core of Bajiquan is to be strong and hard, the main characteristics are to be strong, such as squeezing, reliance, collapse, and shake.

But the core is the wrestling style, which will bring down the enemy and even if it is not good, it will break the distance.

Xu Changqing has studied this for a long time in later generations, so how could he do useless work?

The personal soldiers selected at this time were all good wrestlers, as if they had been planning for a long time!

...

However, the situation on the field soon became more and more wonderful for the Model Army.

After the new round of attacks, although the Model Army brought down a real Manchu man, a Model Army was also knocked down to the ground.

In this state, falling to the ground means losing, and small actions are almost on the surface.

Seeing that someone in the model army finally fell to the ground and lost his combat power, Dorgon, Dodo and other Manchu and Mongolian masters finally slowed down slightly.

"take away."

A slave immediately dragged his fallen out of the battlefield, and the military doctor of the Model Army immediately went over to treat the injured personal soldier.

Xu Changqing couldn't help frowning.

It was expected that the situation was not optimistic, but Xu Changqing never thought that combat power would be lost so quickly.

In fact, in terms of individual soldiers, even Xu Changqing's personal soldiers are definitely not the opponents of these real Manchu Batulu who have fought with beasts since childhood.

Even if the model army has strong group collaboration and can make up for some, it is difficult to make up for the congenital things.

It's shirtless, not armed with weapons.

Ten true Manchu men, who were photographed by the restrictions on the venue, did not perform much, and did not cooperate with each other. They were beaten by the model army with intention but no intention, so they naturally suffered losses.

But at this time there are fewer people, and their advantage is to be displayed when the space is opened.

Xu Changqing originally thought that these Manchu Batulu riding horses all year round may be unstable, and the men of the Model Army will have great opportunities to rely on cooperation, but the reality made Xu Changqing understand that in terms of physical fitness, one is one, two is two, and there is no shortage at all.

The coordination of these real Manchu men, even the weakest, may be equal to Qin Dongxu, the best in the model army.

"Things are a little bit hard to handle."

Xu Changqing slowly shook his neck and murmured.

But in the field, Qin Dongxu and others seemed to have already had plans to deal with it.

"kill!"

"kill!"

In an instant, the two sides began to collide violently again.

Having reached this level, the men of the Model Army did not hide anything. Yang Shushan immediately shouted in Shandong dialect: "One person fights one, replace one with one!"

In the moment of interweaving power, blood and courage, the four Model Army members stopped defending under the cover of their companions, and were completely hungry to fight with the real Manchu squads like a hungry tiger.

"Twist it apart, pull it apart, don't be defeated by them!"

Oboi instantly understood the intention of the Model Army and shouted like a bear.

But Qin Dongxu and others were prepared for it. He, Jin Quan and Lu Guishu were like wolves staring at tigers. They had already entangled Aobai. Even if Aobai was angry, he could only deal with them first and could not exert any strength at all.

Jin Quan is from Cangzhou, and his father is a martial artist. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and has a very good family background. He is especially good at wrestling and is a well-known "wrestling king" among the model army.

Lu Guishu was born into a bandit. His grandfather had studied art in the south, especially his legs and his toes could even snag a stone pier of seventy or eighty kilograms.

Perhaps because he was good at practicing his legs, he was also quite powerful in some aspects, and was nicknamed "Jin. Lu Qilang". He once had a brilliant record of cleaning up all seven wives of all ages in one night.

Not to mention Qin Dongxu.

He is very talented, very similar to Xu Changqing, and was polished and taught by Xu Changqing himself. He also has a strong ambition. At this time, he has experienced many battles and has rich experience in battle formations.

Even though the three of them were not Oboi's opponents, Oboi would not be able to take much advantage of this space for the time being.

"roll!"

"Don't die for me!"

"Fuck your mother, you're dead, dog Tartar..."

“@#￥%…”

In the terrifying chaos, the four real Manchu men except Oboi were all suppressed by four men from the Model Army, which was to trade their lives for life.

"puff!"

“Um…”

For a moment, some people were beaten and vomited blood, and some people couldn't even shout.

"You guys deserve to die, Nikan!"

Oboi was crazy and wanted to come to save him, but he was entangled by Qin Dongxu and the other two in an instant, and he couldn't get rid of him at all.

In just a few seconds, two real Manchu men directly exchanged with the Model Army, and they were both seriously injured.

But on the other side.

The personal soldier named Lu Qi simply decisively destroyed the Zhen Manchu around him and quickly got up again. There was no big problem and he could fight again.

But there was also a model army soldier next to him who was destroyed by a real Manchu. This real Manchu white skin was probably a bit albino. He stood up casually, as if there was no problem.

The entire hall suddenly stopped.
To be continued...