"Oh oh oh!"

"Come on, old cow, try harder!"

"Lao Tian, ​​beat him, we can't afford to lose face!"

"Why, you haven't eaten! Use more force! You'll win in no time!"

"Harder, harder!"

…

In a military camp in Wuguanzhong, two hunky-backed men were wrestling with each other. One was slightly shorter, and the other had a face with Chinese characters.

Both of them were flushed from holding back, the veins on their arms were exposed, and some beads of sweat were rolling down their foreheads. The wooden table they were pressing under their arms creaked, fearing that it would suddenly break.

The two men were surrounded by layers of soldiers, cheering and cheering excitedly. They were obviously divided into two waves, cheering for each other's own people.

These people were all wearing a light red lining, and they could be identified as soldiers of the Red Flame Army at a glance.

"Hold on, hold on, old cow!"

The slightly shorter soldier surnamed Niu gradually fell into a disadvantage, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

"ah!"

"boom!"

Finally, the man named Tian across from him shouted loudly and pressed the back of his hand hard on the table.

"Whoa whoa!"

"Oh, damn!"

Some of the soldiers watching the battle were cheering and others were dejected, chattering endlessly.

But both of the arm wrestlers collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, gasping for air.

"You bastard, I won't beat you until next time!" The loser scolded and gave a thumbs up.

"Waiting for you! But if you want to win against me, you'll have to live in your next life, hahaha!" The man named Tian raised his eyebrows proudly:

"Remember, you have to be nice when you see us in the future, hahaha!"

"Two more people! Hurry up!"

"I'm coming! Be brave enough to stand up!" Another soldier walked out of the crowd excitedly.

"Let me come and meet you!"

After a burst of playful smiles, two energetic men stood up and prepared for a new round of competition.

In these days when there is no war, everyone relies on these competitions to liven up the atmosphere and keep the soldiers' fighting enthusiasm at all times.

Not far away, Chen Yue was watching the soldiers scattered in circles with great interest. As expected, Qi Guang, the commander of the Red Flame Army, was by his side.

The loud noise filled Chen Yue's eardrums. Seeing that the soldiers were not slacking off, Chen Yue was very happy.

"How are you getting along, brothers?" Chen Yue asked casually.

The Red Flame Army now has more than 8,000 people, half of whom are old soldiers from before, and the other half are transferred from the left and right cavalry. The degree of integration of combat power is something Chen Yue is more concerned about.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. As strong as ever, the Red Flame Army will definitely win the battle!" Qi Guang patted his chest confidently.

During this period, Qi Guang completely dispersed and reorganized the 8,000 soldiers in order to make the soldiers get used to each other faster.

Moreover, Qi Guang also took the initiative to lead troops out of the city several times to find Yan Jun's scouts to practice with. Although there were no major battles, there were many small fights. Overall, the effect of military training was very good.

Moreover, the cavalry troops on the left and right are all elites. They can know each other's intentions with just one look on the battlefield, so the combat effectiveness is formed extremely quickly.

Chenyue said with a smile:

"With your words, I can rest assured. We, the Great Liang cavalry, must always be arrogant!"

"Hehe~" Qi Guang scratched his head and smiled.

"Your Majesty! Why are you here!"

Han Bai's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

The deputy commander of the Red Flame Army rolled up his sleeves, his face was covered with sweat, and he was only wearing knee-length shorts and an inner lining. He looked like he was going to fight with the soldiers.

"Haha, I just want to take a look."

Chenyue joked: "I see General Han is having a great time. I heard from Qi Guang that you came up with all these tricks?"

"What's wrong, if you don't find something for the soldiers to do," Han Bo grinned:

"They are all energetic men. How can they be bored in the barracks all day long?"

"Okay, you guys are just having fun, I will go back first." Chen Yue smiled and started to walk out of the camp.

"Your Majesty, wait!"

Unexpectedly, Han Bai turned sideways and stood in front of Chen Yue, with a sinister smile on his face.

"Uh, General Han, is there anything else?" Chenyue was stunned. Even Qi Guang next to him was confused. He didn't know what Han Bai was playing.

Han Bo rubbed his hands slightly excitedly: "You're already here, why don't you, Your Majesty, accompany the soldiers to play? It's so lively!"

Before Chen Yue could understand what Han Bai meant, the deputy commander howled at the top of his lungs:

"Brothers, make room, the prince wants to compete with our handsome Qi!"

The soldiers who had been noisy just now suddenly fell silent, and then each of them looked over excitedly.

The prince and Qi Shuai are wrestling with each other? Isn’t that a rare occurrence in a hundred years?

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Qi Shuai Qi Shuai!"

Chen Yue and Qi Guang, who were suddenly attacked, were still stunned on the spot and didn't know why, but they were instantly swallowed up by the sound.

"Your Majesty, let's go!"

Han Bai couldn't help but pulled the two of them towards a wooden table. The crowd quickly surrounded them from three levels inside and three levels outside. There were still people from a distance who were constantly pushing towards them.

"Okay! Today I will compete with Qi Shuai." Chen Yue finally rolled up his sleeves with a smile.

Qi Guang didn't show any signs of weakness. He put his arms on the table first, clenched his fists and laughed:

"Your Majesty, please!"

"Hahaha! Qi Shuai please!"

"Oh oh oh!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Qi Shuai Qi Shuai!"

"come on! Come on!"

…

The arm-wrestling competition between Chen Yue and Qi Guang started amidst the cheers from the sky.

"Come on, Your Majesty!"

"Come on Qi Shuai!"

"Whoa whoa!"

The soldiers who were watching didn't know which side to stand on, but they cheered for whoever they caught, and the scene was extremely jubilant.

In the end, Chenyue won the arm-wrestling match two to one, but it was not easy to win.

Chenyue, whose arms were trembling slightly, smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, I came to visit the Red Flame Army today and I suffered internal injuries. I won't come again."

Qi Guang was not much better, muttering with disdain:

"Let Old Han do it by himself next time! It will only add to the chaos!"

"Hahaha!"

The soldiers around burst into laughter, each of them still a little unfinished.

"Woo~wu~wu~"

Just as everyone was happily enjoying the heroic atmosphere of the military camp, sharp horn sounds pierced the sky and spread throughout Wuguan City.

The laughter stopped suddenly, and everyone's eyes suddenly became sharp.

They were all too familiar with this trumpet sound. It was the warning sound issued by the defenders on the top of the city when the Yan army was preparing to attack the city.

This is the first time in nearly two months that a warning horn has sounded.

Qi Guang said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, it seems that Yan Jun can't stand it any longer."

Chenyue calmly put down his sleeves and said softly: "The soldiers will come to block it, and the water will come and the earth will cover it. Prepare for war."

Han Bai turned his head and shouted angrily:
Chapter completed!