"What, they don't fight with me?"

Yang Feng got this unfortunate news as soon as he arrived in Zhengzhou. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The masters of Shaolin Temple are not stupid, he carries an eight-hundred-pound giant axe, and his invincible reputation on the battlefield has long been known to everyone in the world, although the masters of Shaolin Temple think that their martial arts are superior and their Buddhism is exquisite, but they also know that the temple must not be able to find someone who can wield an eight-hundred-pound giant axe, so they will never be able to beat this kind of change, so why do they still fall for this?

Although they would also like to solve this problem in this way.

To be honest, the masters are also weak-minded.

After all, their reliance is also the terrain of Tiger Prison Pass and Yuyuan Pass, but these days the ferocity of the Ming army's mortar shells also makes them frightened, and they have been killed and injured by thousands until now, and those masters are also frightened, after all, they can not hold for a while after all, in fact, there are already deserters now, at this rate for two more months, I am afraid that they will have to run out without the Ming army attacking, if there is a perfect solution, they are also willing to take a step back, But the problem is that this dog emperor has to show some sincerity.

You've got a fart sincerity!

The thousands of Tartar troops on the battlefield can't stop you, and you let us, the monks who never beat Yu Dayou alone, fight with you?

Do you think we're stupid?

"That's it!"

Yang Feng groaned.

Obviously, his feat of single-handedly taking on the Shaolin Temple is impossible to achieve, but he is ultimately unwilling to see Shaolin Kung Fu without a fight.

"That's it, I don't fight with them, but I still set up a ring in the Shaolin Temple, this is the same, by each side to pick five people, let these five people fight in the ring, five games and three wins, if they win the Shaolin Temple, then not only them, all the temple properties in the entire Henan Province are counted as I give to the temples, and the land of those gentry is also not collected, but if they lose, then the elders of the temples and the gentry who participated in the resistance to me will only have a dead end."

Yang Feng said gloomily.

That's it.

This kind of ring match successfully solved the problem, and soon when the Ming army envoy went to the Tiger Prison Pass, Master Haikuan, the presiding officer of the Shaolin Temple who led the monks and soldiers, immediately agreed.

As long as the dog emperor doesn't play in person, they still have the courage to fight.

Not only them, but as soon as they heard that the temples and gentry of the entire Henan Province could benefit, the temple elders and gentry in Luoyang and the surrounding areas immediately joined the team to support this competition.

Immediately afterwards, under their petition, Li Guo also agreed.

In fact, for Li Guo, the defense of Tiger Prison Pass and Yuyuan Pass was meaningless, because at the same time, the Ming army on the southern front conquered Xuchang, and Lu Guangzu, the general of Zuo Liangyu guarding Xuchang, abandoned the city and fled, while the Ruzhou defenders directly defected and captured the defenders together with the people and surrendered to the Ming army, so that the Ming army actually locked up Cuihan Dao. And for him, the meaning of guarding Luoyang is only to protect the exit of Cuihan Road, since this exit is locked, it will lose its meaning, and he is not interested in defending the temple property for the bald head, agreeing to this ring match, in exchange for the Ming army to stop attacking forward, he can calmly withdraw the troops from Hugao Pass and Yuyuan Pass and other places, and withdraw directly to the Cuihan Road to defend the pass.

As for whether the monks can win the war......

That's about Li Guo's!

In short, Shunjun withdrew, and the matter of Luoyang was handed over to those bald donkeys to toss it by themselves!

In this way, on the Mid-Autumn Festival day of August 15 of the 19th year of Chongzhen, Emperor Yang led a battalion of the Dangkou army, under the supervision of 5,000 monks and soldiers on the newly built Guancheng in the Zhensong Pass, that is, the location of the modern Shaolin Reservoir, riding a rhinoceros and carrying a giant Mo knife and shield, swaggering through the Guancheng, in the vigilant eyes of thousands of monks armed with knives and guns on both sides, was greeted by Master Haikuan to the Shaolin Temple.

One battalion is the maximum they can accept, after all, the Shaolin Temple is behind Zhensong Pass, what if Yang Feng brings more Ming troops and attacks Guancheng directly from behind? Of course, what they didn't know was that in fact, even Yang Feng himself, if he wanted to, he could attack them and close the city.

At this time, the ring in the Shaolin Temple had been set down.

Nearly a thousand masters of various temples and Luoyang gentry who were extremely concerned about this game had already sat down and waited in front of the ring.

"Why, I don't even understand the minimum etiquette!"

Yang Feng sat on the rhinoceros and shouted.

The elders and gentry hesitated and looked at each other, but no one stood up.

Yang Feng sneered.

Then he waved his hand back, and the eight hundred Swing Kou infantry quickly lined up, all the soldiers carried the bayonet on their shoulders, and the eight hundred people stood in four columns, with the command of the battalion commander, those soldiers were like machines with their guns neatly under their shoulders, the butts of the guns stood on the ground in their hands, and the slender spears pointed to the sky, although the whole team was not big, but it released a chilling murderous aura.

"Your Majesty, I wonder who you are going to war?"

Master Haikuan stepped forward and asked.

"All the soldiers here can, but this game is not compared to fists and feet, directly compared to equipment, you can use any weapon, as long as the length of the weapon does not exceed the swinging gun with bayonets, and my soldiers only fight with swinging guns and bayonets, and they will also not fire, the two sides fight to death, the dead are lost, three wins in five games, if you win, this Henan Mansion is a special case, if you lose, you all have to die, do you think it's fair?"

Yang Feng said.

Hai Kuan looked at the masters and gentry, most of the latter nodded, and he immediately said to Yang Feng: "Then the old man will obey His Majesty's will." ”

Then he waved his hand.

Behind him, a fierce warrior monk stepped forward with a ring knife, saluted Yang Feng and said: "The poor monk Yongxin has seen Your Majesty, and the poor monk is willing to fight with Your Majesty's soldiers!" ”

Yang Feng nodded.

"You, out of the ranks!"

He casually pointed to a soldier.

The soldier immediately stepped forward and fell to one knee with his swinging gun.

"The first brigade of the Dangkou Army, the third battalion, the second sentry team, and the third team of the sentry team, a group of sergeants, Lin Sheng, see Your Majesty."

He shouted.

"Come on stage, kill this thief!"

Yang Feng said.

"Yes!"

Lin Sheng shouted loudly.

Then he stood up and quickly ran into the ring, and the warrior monk named Yongxin also ran up, the two stood opposite each other in the middle of the ring, Lin Sheng clenched his hands and pointed slightly upward, staring at Yongxin motionlessly, turning with his movements, the latter was holding the ring knife in his hand, constantly circling around him, the knife danced into a piece of silver light and kept roaring, looking terrifying.

This scene made Yang Feng feel inexplicably nervous.

Although he lost is nothing more than to open a special case for Henan Mansion, at this time Henan Mansion includes thirteen counties in a state, and most of them are mountainous counties, even if this place is a special case, it is not a big deal, but after all, it is still very embarrassing, saying that the prestige of this Shaolin Temple is also spread all over the world, this kind of war related to the survival of Shaolin Temple must be unreserved, and those who are dispatched are all real masters, hands ......

"Kill!"

Suddenly, there was a thunderous roar.

The master stopped.

Yongxin lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the stabbing Kou Kou in his chest, as for the triangular pyramid thorn of the muzzle, it had completely submerged into his body, and at the same time, Lin Sheng suddenly pulled back, and the spear was immediately pulled out with blood, and then the same blood shot straight out from the triangular wound caliber under the residual pressure of the heart.

Yongxin twitched a few times, and his body fell weakly in the ring.

"Turn, turn, turn you!"

Lin Sheng said angrily.

"Your Majesty, the minister is reinstated!"

Then he stepped off the stage, and in the sound of his jaw being reset, he knelt down under Yang Feng's rhinoceros and said.

"Can you continue to kill?"

Yang Feng, whose chin had also just been reset, said.

"Back to Your Majesty, yes!"

Lin Sheng said.

"Then go on stage and continue!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

The assassination champion of last year's big contest of the Dangkou Army, the Dangkou Gun carrying the bayonet came to the stage again, Master Haikuan waved his hand silently, and another warrior monk came to the stage with a red tassel gun, it was obvious that Haikuan also understood that this thing had to be dealt with a long weapon, he had actually committed a foul, this spear was nearly two meters long, and it was a cut longer than the one meter seven Dangkou Gun after the bayonet.

However, Yang Feng did not stop it.

After the two stood against each other, the warrior monk didn't turn in circles, the spear in his hand shook and stabbed out, Lin Sheng's bayonet knocked outward, and after blocking the flower gun, he also roared and stabbed straight through with a bayonet, the warrior monk was also good, and then turned sideways, the bayonet stabbed the air on his right side, but the next moment Lin Sheng came to him, and the butt of the rifle in his hand was pulled over, and the warrior monk suddenly took a step back to avoid this ferocious blow, Lin Sheng also took a step back, and the two separated and looked at each other with vigilant eyes.

The masters and gentry roared excitedly to cheer on the warrior monk.

Suddenly, the warrior monk roared, and the flower spear in his hand stabbed out again, this time he was very clever to open the distance, taking advantage of the slight length of his flower spear than the swing gun, shaking off a red afterimage, which dazzled people, as if there were countless flower spears stabbing at Lin Sheng at the same time.

The latter seemed to be stunned.

He pointed diagonally upwards with the bayonet on his hand, and looked motionlessly at the red afterimage in front of him.

"Good marksmanship!"

The applause rang out immediately.

In their applause, the warrior monk suddenly stepped forward, and in that red afterimage, a little cold light went straight to Lin Sheng's chest, and the next moment......

"Assassinate you, assassinate, why do you do so many tricks? Did you know that the one after charging is the fastest? After playing so many flowers, do you still have the strength to stab at the same speed as you started? Assassination is such a simple action, you have to engage in so many inexplicable things, this is what makes you kill and not a street show, is it possible that applause can be exchanged for your life? ”

Lin Sheng said speechlessly.

The warrior monk couldn't hear what Lin Sheng was saying, because Lin Sheng's bayonet had already been nailed to his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Sheng pulled out his bayonet.

"Who else?"

With the blood splashed on his face, he held the bayonet and said with a cruel smile at the audience.