Ling Yun either strikes first or takes the lead, and it seems that he has developed his specific chess style.
This kind of cannon-in-the-middle chess game starts out vigorously and vigorously. As long as the fort is set up in the middle, then the two soldiers are laid out respectively, and finally their own chariots and horses are launched, and finally a continuous thunderous attack can be launched.
Facing Ling Yun's fierce attack, Tang Feng looked calm, raised his big hand, whipped his horse, and raised his elephant to block it.
But in the blink of an eye, the chariots and horses on the red side where Ling Yun was located had jumped across the Chu River and Han boundaries, pointing directly at the black general's position.
Even though it looks like a small chessboard, to a discerning eye, it looks like a vast battlefield.
On the vast battlefield, Ling Yun and Tang Feng were like two generals, constantly directing their troops to attack.
Lingyun attacked fiercely. He set up his own fort in the middle, commanded his chariots and horses on the flanks, and divided his troops into three groups to attack continuously.
The battle site was just above the Chu River and Han boundary. Ling Yun attacked frantically in waves, but Tang Feng used his chariots, horses, and elephants to block the opponent's attacks from outside the Han boundary again and again.
The fighting in the chess game was silent but fierce. In the blink of an eye, Ling Yun's chariot and horse were damaged and were destroyed by Tang Feng.
Gradually, Ling Yun, who had been attacking fiercely, showed signs of fatigue, and sweat even appeared on his face. Soon after, his complexion turned from red to white, and then from white to cyan.
At this time, even people who don't understand chess can see that Ling Yun's side is in trouble.
"No way, is it possible that Captain Ling will lose?" Everyone around couldn't help but murmur.
"It's impossible to lose. After all, Captain Ling is the champion of our Jiangbei Province, and there is no handicap in this round. Could it be that even a novice like Tang Feng can't win?"
"Who says it's not the case? Look at that Tang Feng, he seems to be playing very casually. He just makes the move without even thinking about it. Is his chess skill really that high?"
"It's impossible. Captain Ling will never lose. I believe in him!"
However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound, Ling Yun suddenly opened his mouth, spit out a blood arrow, and the bright red blood spat directly on the chessboard.
Tang Feng raised his hand and said calmly: "I'm sorry, you lost again. This move is a dead move and there is no solution!" After saying that, he stood up straight, not bothering to look at the opponent again.
Ling Yun's mouth was full of blood, and he was still stunned on the chair, staring at the boss's eyes, staring at the chessboard, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"I lost? I actually lost. How is this possible? How could I lose? This move turned out to be a dead move. Is there no solution?"
He kept mumbling, his mouth was bloody, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked extremely embarrassed and pitiful.
When everyone saw him like this, they were stunned for a moment and didn't know how to comfort him.
In the end, Long Yiyi couldn't bear it anymore and tried to comfort her: "Winning or losing is a common thing for military strategists. This is just chess. It should be treated as entertainment. Captain Ling does not need to take it seriously."
How could he not take this seriously? It was just normal, but now he was taking it seriously in front of everyone, especially in front of his own goddess. How could he, Ling Yun, not take it seriously?
What's more, he still lost to a novice who had only been playing chess for half a month?
For a moment, Ling Yun felt that his face was burning, and he wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into. It was understandable that he had let his son lose just now, but now that the two of them competed fairly, he still lost.
Tang Feng looked at his stunned look and couldn't help but shake his head secretly. Fortunately, the opponent was still a provincial champion. His level of chess skills was not even one-third of Yinlong's.
At this time, someone around said: "It doesn't matter to me. It's true that Captain Ling is our provincial champion. However, this was more than ten years ago. Ever since Captain Ling joined the army, he has focused on martial arts."
It is inevitable that your chess skills will decline during practice."
Hearing what he said, someone immediately echoed: "Yes, after all these years in the army, Captain Ling has almost never touched chess. He devotes all his attention to practicing his skills. Let me tell you, Captain Ling is really powerful."
It’s not his chess, but his martial arts!”
The person who spoke earlier nodded and said: "So, it's not strange for Captain Ling to lose at chess. After all, this is no longer his strong point. If there is a real competition, it should be a competition of skills!"
"That's right, it's a matter of martial arts. After all, we are all armed police soldiers, and Captain Ling and Tang Feng are both from the army. We have to compete in martial arts. There is nothing comparable to something as formal as chess!"
Hearing these comments from several team members, Ling Yun finally felt a lot better. His originally pale face gradually regained some color. He raised his head and looked at Tang Feng, but stopped talking.
After Tang Feng heard this, he sneered secretly. This was a typical example of someone who couldn't afford to lose. Originally, losing in chess was nothing. After all, winning and losing are common. If you lose, you lose. Just admit it boldly. This will make you appear honest and aboveboard.
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But this Ling Yun is too narrow-minded.
Ling Yun stared at it for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Tang Feng, tell us honestly, do you really think you have only been exposed to chess for half a month?"
Tang Feng didn't want to answer, so he nodded slightly.
Ling Yun gritted his teeth and said again: "I admit that your chess level is indeed very good. I was a little careless just now, but a few friends also said just now that chess is just a trivial matter. For people like us,
For those who have fought in the military, skill and kung fu are king, what do you think?"
Tang Feng couldn't help but laugh and asked: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Ling Yun didn't speak, but the few members of the special training camp around him understood it and said one after another: "Let's face it, chess competition is actually not worth mentioning. We are all tough men. If we want to compete, we might as well do it for real.
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Tang Feng smiled and shook his head: "Then according to you, what does it mean to be serious?"
Several people around him immediately said: "Of course it's a competition of skills. Only by winning or losing in the competition at hand can you see who is the real man!"
Ling Yun finally stood up, stared at Tang Feng, and said: "I think what they said is not unreasonable. I wonder, brother Tang Feng, what do you think?"
The implication is that he is ready to compete with Tang Feng. In fact, it is normal if he thinks about it carefully. After all, he lost face in chess just now, so of course he has to find other ways to regain face.
If not, how could he, the captain, convince the public in the future, and how could he have the face to approach Long Yiyi?
Tang Feng was a little helpless. He had no idea that just because the opponent couldn't afford to lose, he could be so narrow-minded that he could completely wipe out the loss just now with a simple chess move.
Now I have to compete with him in martial arts. This is really shameless!
[Personally, I like chess more, so I wrote about this aspect of the plot. I saw many book friends leaving messages saying that they couldn’t understand it, and they went too fast. It was indeed my negligence, so please forgive me! 】
