Everyone in the hall was frightened. The matter had actually developed to the point where a sword was needed, and the red-haired ghost made it very clear that life and death had to be decided. Wouldn't that mean someone would be killed?
"Master foreigners, you can't be like this. You can't make trouble here. Young master, please leave quickly. Don't agree to him." The middle-aged woman bowed to Zhang Yanling and the foreign sailor Figo in panic and begged.
Several women also said in low voices with pale faces: "Young Master, please don't agree to him."
Figo, a sailor from France, stood in the hall, with one hand on his hip and one hand holding a Western sword and holding a sword flower. The long sword made a whining sound, but it also shone with a cold light, giving it a certain posture.
Suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, the Western sword suddenly thrust out, hitting the wooden pillar in the middle hall. With a pop, the seemingly slender, edgeless Western sword actually penetrated the wooden pillar several inches.
"Oh, dear Figo, your swordsmanship has improved again. I really admire you." Sailor Oliveira praised loudly.
Figo said proudly: "Of course, when I followed the Governor to attack Mancajia, I killed three people with my sword. Governor Goya praised my superb swordsmanship and said that he would report it to the King and award me a medal.
"
"Oh, that's really enviable. From now on, I'm going to call you Mr. Figo." Oliveira has a way of flattering her.
Figo laughed loudly, stared at Zhang Yanling and said: "Boy, do you dare to duel with me? If you don't dare, kneel on the ground, imitate a few dog barks for Sir Figo, and crawl out of here. Sir Figo, then
Spare you."
Everyone was very frightened. This red-haired ghost was tall, a head taller than the young master. He was also much stronger. Although the young master looked a little strong, he was not as strong as the red-haired ghost named Figo.
In comparison, there is a big difference. If you fight him in a duel, isn't that looking for death?
The brothel girl named Xiao Cui said softly: "Young master, you can go on your own. Xiao Cui can just go and drink with him. You can't mess with these people. I will be grateful to the young master for your protection."
Zhang Yanling laughed, looked at Figo and said, "You want to duel with me? You must have thought clearly. A duel involves life and death. Are you not afraid of death?"
Figo laughed and said: "Boy, it's you who should be afraid. Master Figo is not afraid."
Zhang Yanling nodded and said: "Okay. In that case, what else is there to say? I will accept this duel."
Figo laughed and said: "Very good, then what are you waiting for? Come here, take out your weapons, and we will duel. Right here. Hurry up, Lord Figo's sword is already eager to drink your blood."
Figo flew up with his feet, kicked away the obstructing tables and chairs, took a few steps back, raised his sword and pointed at Zhang Yanling from a distance.
Zhang Yanling waved her hand and said, "Wait a moment."
Figo grinned and said: "What? Are you scared?"
Zhang Yanling said with a smile: "I'm afraid of your mother's legs. My Ming Dynasty has laws and you can't kill people casually. Although you are not from my Ming Dynasty, in order to avoid trouble, you have to sign a document with me when we duel. In this way, I
If I kill you, there will be no more trouble."
Figo didn't understand, but Oliveira did, and said loudly: "Figo, he wants to sign a life and death document with you, so that if someone dies, their officials will not blame him for murder."
Figo laughed and said: "Blame him for killing? Hahaha. Can he kill me? This poor bug will soon become a corpse. It's a pity that he doesn't know it yet."
Oliveira frowned and said: "Dear Figo, don't blame your friend for talking too much. I think it's better not to duel. If someone really dies, it will be a big trouble. Captain Andara has said it before,
We are not allowed to make trouble on the shore. If you kill people from the Ming Dynasty, I am afraid you will cause trouble."
Figo laughed and said: "That's why I have to sign a life and death document. If you kill him, there will be no trouble. This is a duel, my friend. You want me to give up the duel? This is a man's honor. You want me to give up now."
What you said? That's humiliating me. If you dare to humiliate me, I demand a duel with you."
Oliveira hurriedly waved her hands and said: "Come on, just pretend I didn't say anything. Just do whatever you want. I don't want to fight with you. I also want to make some money and go back to Lisbon to marry my wife."
The little baby is here."
The two chatted for a long time, and Zhang Yanling shouted: "Do you want to sign a life-and-death contract or not? What kind of bird language are the two white pigs talking about?"
Figo cursed: "You ant, I promise, I will twist your neck off later and sign a life and death document."
Zhang Yanling laughed loudly and said loudly: "I will serve you with pen and ink."
Everyone around was shocked. This young master actually wanted to duel and sign a life-and-death certificate. This was incredible, this was really going to cost someone's life.
The old man's face was pale, and he was trembling, clasping his hands together, and praying repeatedly: "Blessed by Bodhisattva, please don't kill anyone, never kill anyone."
A turtle man shouted: "You have to report it to the official immediately. Someone is really going to die."
The old man woke up from a dream and said loudly: "Yes, yes, report to the official immediately, report to the official immediately."
Zhang Yanling shouted sharply: "You are not allowed to report to the official."
Then Figo also said loudly: "Reporter, no. Whoever goes, burn the house. Oliveira, block the door."
At this point, no one could do anything. The two people insisted on a duel and were not allowed to report to the official. The matter was irreversible. The only thought left by everyone was to ensure that no one was killed. Of course, everyone hoped that Zhang Yanling could win.
, but when I think about it, even if Zhang Yanling wins, if he kills the red-haired ghost, it will be a big trouble. If the red-haired ghost wins, it will be even worse. This young man who is fighting against injustice is afraid that he will be killed by the red-haired ghost.
.
What should I do?
Mr. Gui had no choice but to bring a pen and paper, and Zhang Yanling took up a brush and wrote down the document of life and death. It only contained a few simple sentences.
"Today in Haiyun Tower, the two sides dueled and voluntarily made this contract. Both parties have their own destiny. No matter life or death, neither party can hold the other party accountable. They are willing to make this life-and-death contract."
Zhang Yanling read it once to Figo. The guy was also smart. He took it to someone else and read it twice again. He listened carefully and it was word for word before he believed the content. After all, he didn't know the words and was afraid of being deceived by Zhang Yanling.
Okay. I have a lot of thoughts.
Both parties signed their names, put their thumbprints on their names, and forced the old man to act as a witness to sign and put their thumbprints. The contract was considered completed.
Seeing that Zhang Yanling was not afraid, Figo felt a little nervous at the moment. However, seeing that Zhang Yanling was not as tall as him and a head shorter than him, he felt that he still had a good chance of winning. So he signed and pressed his fingerprints, roared loudly to cheer himself up, and carried
Western swordsmen started to do warm-up exercises.
Zhang Yanling walked out slowly and stood there watching Figo pressing his legs and swinging his arms as he worked endlessly. Two personal guards at the entrance of the hall poked their heads out, waiting for Zhang Yanling's order. Zhang Yanling waved his hands to signal them not to come in. In this duel, Zhang Yanling would not
I need helpers. I don’t even need fake hands.
"White Pig, are you ready? Do you want to give you some time to write a suicide note?" Zhang Yanling said with a smile.
Figo stood up and cursed angrily: "Ignorant bug, I swear I will tear you into pieces."
Zhang Yanling laughed and said: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's get started."
Figo raised his Western sword to Zhang Yanling and shouted in a deep voice: "Take out your weapon."
Zhang Yanling nodded, lifted up his robe, and already had a black firecracker in his hand. Zhang Yanling quickly pulled the bolt and loaded the ammunition. After a few crisp sounds, the firecracker ammunition was loaded.
"You use... a musket?" Figo asked blankly with his mouth open.
Zhang Yanling twirled the blunderbuss on his finger twice, pointed the muzzle at Figo and said with a smile: "What? Can't you do that?"
Figo shouted: "It's not fair, it's not fair, it can't be used, it's forbidden."
Zhang Yanling spat and said: "Who said it cannot be used? Who stipulated that firearms cannot be used in duels? Your weapon is your sword. My weapon is my firecracker. It is fair and just. You can also use firearms.
I won’t prohibit you from using it.”
Figo shouted: "Cunning fellow, I don't have a musket. This is not fair. An unfair duel is a shame, not an honor."
Zhang Yanling shouted coldly: "It's a joke, is it fair to you that you have the final say? You bunch of white-skinned pigs traveled across the ocean to run wild in my land of the Ming Dynasty and bully women. Even in duels, you have to use your rules? Master?"
Say this is fairness. You can use firearms. If you don’t have firearms, you can use swords. Let’s do it. I’ll count to three, two and one, and we’ll do it at the same time. Fairness is fair, and no one is bullied.”
Figo stood blankly, regretting that he had not brought the firearm with him today. If it were not for the military regulations, firearms were not allowed to be carried with him, so as to avoid the Ming Dynasty learning how to make firearms, his matchlock gun could
It is also quite powerful.
What should I do if I hold a sword and the opponent holds a firearm?
"Dear Figo, don't be afraid of him. He is trying to scare you. He doesn't have a torch in his hand, how can he light the match? It's not like we haven't seen the firecrackers they used in the Ming Dynasty. It's not like this at all. It's just a child's toy.
"That's to scare you. Don't be fooled." Oliveira suddenly shouted.
Figo felt that what he said made sense. The firearm in this man's hand was too exquisite, as exquisite as a model toy. How could such an exquisite firearm exist in the Ming Dynasty? It must be fake.
"Three..." Zhang Yanling began to count down.
"Wait a minute. Is the firearm you're holding in your hand really a real firearm? It's a fake to deceive children, right?" Figo felt that he couldn't take the risk and asked loudly.
"Boom!" Zhang Yanling pulled the trigger and fired a shot. Amidst the screams, smoke and dust scattered. The shotgun blasted an overturned table, sending sawdust flying and causing it to collapse.
"Idiot, I'll teach you how to grow eyes." Zhang Yanling shouted.
Figo was so frightened that he almost peed his pants. Not only was it a real firearm, it was also incredibly powerful.
"Figo, come on. The firearm needs to be loaded, and he doesn't have time to load it," Oliveira shouted.
Figo woke up with a start, roared, and stabbed him with his sword.
Zhang Yanling cursed loudly, raised his foot and kicked a chair away. Taking advantage of the moment when the chair was in the way, he moved his hands quickly, clicked twice, and loaded an ammunition.
If I hadn't been training frequently when I had nothing to do, I would have been caught off guard at this moment. The speed of pulling the bolt and loading the gun was already very fast, not to mention that Zhang Yanling was already extremely skilled, and the ammunition was in place within two breaths.
When Figo split the chair with his sword and stabbed forward, he saw Zhang Yanling had raised his gun. The black muzzle was pointed at his head. The opponent was already loaded and loaded, and one shot could shatter his own.
Brain.
Figo saw the opportunity very quickly. He let go of his hand and dropped the Western sword to the ground. He raised his hand and shouted loudly.
"I admit defeat, you win. The woman is yours. If you are a gentleman, you must be polite. If you admit defeat, you cannot kill!" Figo shouted loudly.
Zhang Yanling laughed, raised his gun and pressed it against Figo's forehead.
"White-skinned pig, you are really shameless. Kneel down!"
Figo shouted: "Gentleman, if you don't kill those without weapons, I will admit defeat."
Zhang Yanling sneered and said: "We are in a state of life and death. Today one of you and I must die to win or lose."
Figo shouted: "I surrender, you can't do this."
Oliveira also shouted: "You can't kill, otherwise you will be in trouble. We admit defeat."
Zhang Yanling said: "Why are you afraid of trouble? Killing you is like killing a pig."
"Yes, yes, we are pigs, white pigs. Don't kill us," Figo shouted.
Zhang Yanling breathed a sigh of relief, pursed his lips, and said to Gui Gong next to him: "Take out the wine they drank before and the pot they peed in."
Everyone seemed to understand something. The Turtle Man agreed repeatedly and trotted into the small hall. After a while, he came out holding a bottle of wine and holding his nose.
"If you want to blow your head to pieces by me, or if you drink this pot of wine, it's your choice. I'll count to three, and it's your choice." Zhang Yanling sneered.
"I..." Figo turned pale and shouted.
"Three...two..." Zhang Yanling began to count down.
"I drink, I drink." Figo cried with a sad face.
The next moment, Figo took the jug, and the smell wafting from the jug made him almost nauseous. But life and death were at stake, so he didn't care. He pinched his nose with one hand, grabbed the jug and poured it into his mouth.
Yellow wine flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and the fishy smell overflowed with the smell of wine. Everyone around him pinched his nose and showed a look of disgust. But his eyes were shining with pleasure.
"Wow!" Figo drank seven or eight sips. He was so nauseous that he vomited repeatedly. He only regretted that he had peed too much in just one soak, and half of it was still in the pot.
"Oliveira, come and help me drink half the bottle." Figo shouted while retching.
Oliveira shook her head in astonishment and said: "I don't drink, I don't drink."
"Shut up, you must drink. Otherwise, I will kill you. If you drink, you will not tell what happened today when you go back. You must drink. If you don't drink, I will kill you soon. Otherwise
When you return to the station, you must speak out. This is your chance to prove yourself." Figo shouted loudly.
Oliveira cursed in his heart, but he did not dare to disobey Figo's order. Figo was his boss, and he was cruel and cruel. He dared to do anything. He was worried that today's scandal would be exposed. If he didn't drink, he would definitely
Killing himself. In desperation, he had to step forward to take the wine bottle and drink it down.
The two of them drank half of the bottle of urine, and the two of them crawled on the ground and retched. The people around them looked at them like two mangy dogs, feeling extremely happy.
"Remember, in our Ming Dynasty, there is no place for white-skinned pigs like you to run rampant. Today, I think you are wise, and I will spare your life. If you dare to bully others in the future, it will not be so simple. Next time, if you want to spare your life, then I will
I'm going to castrate you. Do you understand? Do you understand castration? It means cutting off your lower body." Zhang Yanling shouted.
"I understand, I understand." Figo vomited and nodded.
Zhang Yanling sneered, turned around and looked around. Dozens of people had gathered here, and he knew it was not advisable to stay for a long time. So he spat and walked out quickly. Two guards separated the crowd, and the three of them got out of Haiyun Tower, got on their horses and left quickly.