Half an incense stick has not yet arrived, and the vanguard soldiers have already used the most military-resource-saving method to build more throwings than the "Fuyi Tiger Soldier". Although the combination of bows, crossbows and feathers and arrows is far less than that of the "Fuyi Tiger Soldiers". On the battlefield, the throwing stone bullet is much more powerful than the crossbows.

Shao Qian in the crowd stared at the assembly method of the vanguard soldiers coldly, and had a plan in his mind.

Taking advantage of the inattention of everyone, he found a stone on the mud that was only half the size of a little finger. Without anyone noticing, he took the two guards behind him to the blind spot of Dong Daofu's vision, and at the place where the swagger was most likely to collapse, he exerted a slight force under his feet, and pushed the small stone out.

I saw the stone, like a dragon, hitting the weakest part of the throws assembled by the forward soldiers with a strong momentum, causing them to fall apart, and hitting back and forth a series of dozens of throws raised in front row. Although the force was not strong, it hit the most unstable part of the throws, causing them to collapse.

In an instant, nine casts built by ten vanguards fell to the ground, shattered, and parts scattered on the ground, splashing mud and dust on the ground.

Liu Jing was shocked and looked at the skeletons and feather arrows scattered all over the ground in panic. The enthusiasm in his heart was immediately extinguished. So quickly, the victory they won was given away by them again.

The outcome of the competition was reversed instantly. The third battalion vanguard troops led by Liu Jing lost their advantage and took a disadvantage under the pressure of time. Half an incense stick was about to burn, and even if Liu Jing and his men wanted to remedy it, it would be too late.

The incense continues to burn.

Dong Daofu looked at the throwing parts scattered all over the floor in surprise, noticed the small stone rolling beside him, and felt suspicious. He glanced sharply at the crowd, but did not find any suspicious people.

He paused, and quickly searched for the figure of the simple-clothed man in the crowd. After searching for a long time, he found that the man was wearing a long hat and was squeezed behind the crowd by everyone, covering his figure.

In that distance or direction, even a person with martial arts may not be able to knock down nine throws in a row with a small stone, let alone a person without martial arts.

When Dong Daofu thought of this, he dispelled his suspicion of Shao Qian.

He looked at the current situation coldly, thinking to himself that Liu Jing and the others would lose in this game. The incense of the line was burning half of the equipment, but the ten of them counted the matching equipment that was less than half of the "Fuyi Tiger Soldiers".

Qian Hui wiped his cold sweat silently and felt that he had narrowly won. If it weren't for the critical moment, the nine throw-ins on the field suddenly broke apart, I'm afraid his soldiers might not have won.

When the incense burned out, Qian Hui shouted to the venue: "The incense burned out, the competition was stopped, and the number was reported."

Liu Jing and the others were shocked, looked at each other, and looked at the broken bows, crossbows, feathers and arrows on the ground, throwing stone bullets, and their mood became heavier.

They lost this game.

After Liu Jing and the soldiers who had just counted the equipment in public, they checked the number of military supplies, and reported to Qian Hui that they had matched and combined equipment, and then quietly stepped aside to listen to the results.

Qian Hui raised his eyebrows and loudly announced the results of the vanguard soldiers. He compared them with the results of the "Fuyi Tiger Soldiers", and finally concluded: "In this situation, the 'Fuyi Tiger Soldiers' will win!"

There was another cheer and shouting from the crowd, and the soldiers who were pursuing the faith of "Fuyi Tiger Soldiers" hugged each other and shook their flags to celebrate.

Qiu Zhen and others stood in the crowd and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They subconsciously searched for the figure in the plain clothes in the crowd, searching around, and their eyes collided with Dong Daofu who was watching them opposite.

The man stared at them with all his eyes.

Qiu Zhen was very uncomfortable with such eyes, but it was not easy to have an attack. He could only bite the bullet and endure Dong Daofu's back and forth glances.

He turned his head and looked at Qian Hui again, and found that the Su Yi Langjun he had been looking for was standing next to his general.

The two seemed to be communicating with something.

While no one was paying attention, Shao Qian looked for the past and said in Qian Hui's ear with some fatigue: "In the next game, no matter what, you will win. I am a little tired, so I won't stay here for more time. I will go to the ox cart waiting outside the school grounds to rest."

Qian Hui was a little surprised and asked, "Don't you leave after watching the last game?"

Shao Qian's voice was distant, as if he was not worried about the last game. He lowered his voice and said Lei Ran: "In this last game, Liu Jing and the others were defeated. Since it was a defeat, what's worth wasting my time here?"

Qian Hui said in surprise: "How dare you be sure of the lord..."

Before he could finish his words, Shao Qian read the towel hanging in front of him and interrupted him: "If you don't believe it, let's take a look at it yourself. No matter what you compare, Liu Jing and the others will lose."

After saying this, Shao Qian ignored Qian Hui, but turned around and walked towards his two guards, bent down and talked for a few words. The three of them squeezed out of the crowd and left leisurely towards the exit of the schoolyard.

Qian Hui was stunned, but still didn't understand why Shao Qian was so sure that Liu Jing's forward would lose.

Shao Qian put his clothes together. After the two games, the sky gradually became darker and darker after the weather.

As the night came, the cold wind became even more bitter.

He felt a little cold on his body and his legs and feet were also vaguely painful. Last time he fell into the lotus lake, the cold air was too deep, which made him feel deeply unhappy. If he hadn't been accustomed to this hidden pain all year round, he would have probably not been able to stand in the schoolyard all afternoon today.

It's fake to say you're not tired.

Shao Qian now just wants to sit in the ox cart to rest and doesn't want to care about anything anymore.

Walking outside the school grounds, he negotiated with the guards for a few words, then got into Qian Hui's ox cart, leaning against the wall of the car to rest.

In order to take care of his injuries, the ox cart chosen by Qian Hui was surrounded by thick cotton wool cloth around the wall, which was not airtight. Compared with the cold wind outside, the inside of the small ox cart was very warm. Shao Qian snuggled in the corner, closed his eyes, and his whole body was sore.

The wounds on his body have never had a chance to take good care of them. It has been a little repetitive now, and the heat on his body has not faded, which makes him fall into a confused moment in a short while, gradually relaxed his vigilance, and was surrounded and swallowed by the rising sleepiness.

With two guards sent by Deng Qing, he didn't have to worry about someone taking this opportunity to harm him, so he went to bed boldly.

The deep dream made him feel breathless.

Dark clouds pressed over from the horizon, and the small town in front of me seemed to be in a storm.
Chapter completed!