"Let's compete between two teams, and the winnings will be half of the food and fodder behind you."
"If you win, then we will leave here immediately and never stay for a moment longer."
"If we win, give me half of your food and grass. What do you think?"
Although Wanyan Zonghan also scorned these conditions.
But at this time, he also understood that this might be the best way to solve the problem in front of him and get out as soon as possible.
What's more, Wanyan Zonghan would not think that his side would definitely lose in the next battle.
Wanyan Zonghan nodded slightly to show his agreement.
Then, he immediately asked the question that concerned him the most.
"What project will you and I compare next?"
"But I can make it clear to you in advance. We are all heroes who gathered in the mountains and forests, so we don't understand anything about poetry, lyrics, and other things."
"If you want to compete with these in the next process, then this bet will not count."
Although Wanyan Zonghan, the prince of the Jin Kingdom, was quite good at speaking Song dialect.
But if you want him to recite poems, write poems, and draw pictures, it will be really difficult for him.
So he stated this requirement in advance before the two sides gambled.
In order to avoid being deeply passive in the subsequent gambling, the situation will not be reversed.
Wu Zhi seemed to have already guessed what the other party would say.
When I heard this, I wasn't surprised.
"We are all in the wild, why are we competing?"
"The competition is better than that of the rest of us, and the best way to convince the crowd is to fight in a melee."
"what do you think?"
"We will send three people to fight, and you will also send three people."
"No time limit, until one party completely wins."
"The brothers under me all have extraordinary martial arts skills. What they are least afraid of in life is fighting with swords, guns, clubs and fists."
"I wonder if the heroes across the street dare to compete with this?"
The expression on Wanyan Zonghan's face was stunned at first.
Then, he laughed excitedly.
In the Jin Kingdom, what they respect most is force.
Anyone with outstanding military skills will definitely be appreciated by everyone.
Such a trend led to the fact that all men in the Kingdom of Jin were martial arts.
If you don't have some skills in your hands, you are not a real man.
Therefore, every one of their soldiers used strong bows to defeat their opponents and cut off their heads on the battlefield as a way to show off their merits.
Since this is what they practice on a daily basis, then when faced with such a challenge, why not take the initiative to challenge it?
At this moment, Wanyan Zonghan's face was filled with excitement and a cold smile that fleetingly disappeared.
Then he turned his head sharply and looked at the thousands of strong soldiers behind him who were gearing up and eager to try.
"Warriors, you must have heard the provocation launched by the other side, right?"
"I need three warriors here who are capable of killing enemy generals."
"Who among you is willing to fight?"
As soon as Wanyan Zonghan finished speaking, his subordinates burst into an overwhelming response.
When those Dajin soldiers heard these words, they immediately became excited, and their eyes flashed with excitement.
The hands that were holding the Pu Dao tightly made a crunching sound.
I can't wait to rush forward in the next second, use the weapon in my hand to make achievements, and enjoy the adoring eyes of thousands of brothers.
On the Jin side, while mobilizing before the war, Wu Zhi seemed unusually quiet.
Not only that, this kind of silence also seems extremely strange.
Because Wu Zhi had no good intentions at all when he arranged this competition.
"Brother, among the three brothers who will go to war later, there must be one from the Sa family."
"If the Sa family can't kill the enemy's head and make a decisive contribution, then whatever my brother does, the Sa family will never frown."
"I'm afraid that if the opponent only fights with three of them, the Sa family won't be able to kill enough."
At this moment, Lu Zhishen's eyes were full of fighting spirit.
When he opened his mouth, he didn't pay attention to anyone on the other side.
I don't know if it was because of the excitement in his heart, but the hand he was holding tightly on the Zen staff was trembling with his breathing.
But what Wu Zhi said next almost made his jaw drop.
"Monk, I know your abilities. I'm afraid the three people across from you can't even get past your ten or twenty moves."
"But the effect I want from this battle is not your quick victory, but your sluggish resistance."
"You can't kill the opponent quickly, and at the same time, you have to perform extremely hard."
"Before you get my password, you can't hurt the other person, and you can't let the other person hurt you either."
Lu Zhishen always thought that although he was not necessarily very smart with his huge brain, he could still understand the authentic Song dialect.
But just now, Wu Zhi's words really filled his head with questions.
Because according to his consistent understanding, there are only two situations when the two sides fight.
One kind of victory, one kind of defeat.
What does it mean to allow fighting but not to win, and at the same time not to lose?
Just when Lu Zhishen looked confused, Wu Zhi called Wang Dingliu behind him.
Then, in a relatively low voice, he told him the next tactical arrangements.
And when Wang Dingliu, after hearing Wu Zhi's arrangement, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at Wu Zhi with a puzzled expression.
The meaning is obvious. Is it really feasible to use such a strategy when the two armies are fighting?
However, Wu Zhi did not give him too many opportunities to question. He waved his hand and signaled him to quickly inform all the brothers behind him of his subsequent strategic intentions.
When Wang Dingliu went to carry out the order, Wu Zhi came to Lu Zhishen's side with a smile on his face.
"Okay, monk, you don't have to worry anymore. Since I asked you to do this, it makes sense to do so."
"You just need to do what I say and do it."
Seeing that Wu Zhi spoke so confidently, Lu Zhishen's doubts disappeared a lot.
However, Lu Zhishen had never experienced this style of play in which he could neither lose nor win since he became an artist.
So at this time, Lu Zhishen still needed to think about how to fight the next battle.
When General Wang Dingliu's next combat intentions are spread throughout the army.
Wanyan Zonghan and the others were also ready for the challenge.
The people they selected were all strong and brave people.
And the weapons in his hands are full of the aesthetics of violence.
Either a mace weighing tens of kilograms or a large iron-backed sword with a length of more than two meters.