Chapter 7 The courageous soldier ()

Not to mention Wei Zhen’s regret for his little Ma Muliuk, after all, it would be a very regrettable if the strongest person in the training field fell under Zhao Fubo.

But he could not stop it because the Zhao brothers were the masters, and the little Mamuliuk was just a slave soldier.

The little Mamluk, who had already scattered his moves, waving his long sword with difficulty, and resisting the scattered spear tip in front of him.

Although he had never begged, Zhao Fubo had already felt that he had only wanted to die to safeguard his warrior dignity.

With some admiration, Zhao Fubo made the following choice.

As soon as the spear was pulled away, the wave-like gun shadow that made the scalp numb immediately dissipated. Little Mamluk, who had no pressure, could finally use his long knife to lean on the ground and bend down to take a breath.

At this time, Zhao Fubo placed the spear beside him and knelt down on one knee to salute Sanniang.

"Sanniang, Erlang is not good at learning skills, so he can only draw with him. I also ask Sanniang to punish him heavily!"

At this time, almost everyone focused their attention on Sanniang, wanting to see how she came to referee.

Although Zhao Wuji was secretly happy, his son remained in the lead in this competition regardless of his talent and martial arts, but he did not intend to miss this opportunity to deal with Zhao Fubo.

Zhao Fubo, who had at least memorized "The Art of War" and practiced this big gun that no one could use, had become a growing threat in his heart.

It’s a pity that he couldn’t speak at this time, after all, his son now has the advantage. If he speaks again, others will see his intentions.

In a hurry, my eyes were just circling around a few owners and others, hoping that someone would come out to speak for me.

Shu Yuer's father, Master Shu, was like Guan Yunchang of the Three Kingdoms.

His light red face had no expression, and his eyes were half dozed. If he hadn't been stroking his beard from time to time, I was afraid that others would think he was asleep.

Wei Zhen naturally has no need to say that he has always liked Erlang with good martial arts skills. However, Hassan often has business dealings with him, but the relationship between them is the best for the owners of the manor.

Sure enough, Hassan, who received his gaze for help, stopped playing with the tip of his beard, and turned to bow to Sanniang.

"Sanniang is in the upper hand, and Beizhi thought that Dalang's literary talent and kung fu have made great progress in this competition between the two young masters. As for Erlang, although he has made great progress, it seems to be a little slower than Dalang's progress. Beizhi had an idea. The eldest son Xu had gradually grown up, and it was time for him to have his own personal personalities and followers. It just so happened that a group of slaves came from the village of Beizhi. Beizhi wanted to ask the eldest son to go and choose to show rewards. I wonder if I could ask Sanniang to show me!"

After saying this, he easily pushed Dalang and stepped on Erlang, and arranged an event for Dalang, which made Zhao Wuji feel very happy. Especially the words below Sanniang made him know that he would thank Hassan well in the future.

"Indeed, Dalang is very frightened in this competition, so he should give it a good reward. Dalang, follow the owner of Hassan to his farm to give it to yourself..."

But man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Just as Sanniang announced the results of this competition, the little Mamluk, who had been silent, suddenly took a few steps forward.

He came to Erlang Zhao Fubo and knelt down, saying the first sentence he said after he came here today.

What is amazing is that his Chinese language is actually spoken in a straight voice. It is obvious that he was a military man who spoke in a proper manner.

"Reporting Sanniang learned that in the first competition, the villain was only attacked by a sneak attack. In the second competition, the villain tried his best but could not get a slight advantage..."

Before he could finish his words, someone shouted loudly.

"Du, bold, a little Mamluk dared to talk to Sanniang, and he pulled him down and chopped him down with me!"

The person who spoke out was Zhao Wuji. Seeing that the things he had made painstaking arrangements were to be overthrown by the words of this little slave soldier, how could he not make him angry?

The warriors in the family were often worshipped by Zhao Wuji on weekdays, so they naturally responded to his anger in a timely manner.

Seeing that the guards of the Zhao family wiped their shoulders and slapped their sleeves, they stared at them and were about to come forward to tie up the little Mamluk.

"Dongdong..."

Sanniang paused her dragon head twice in time, and the cold light in her eyes suppressed the movements of the warriors at home.

Whether it was Zhao Wuji or other owners of the manor, they immediately stopped talking and looked at Sanniang with a gaze.

After all, this old lady is the most respected master in the family. No matter who disrespects her, she will be attacked by others in the family.

"Well, no matter Dalang or Erlang, it can be seen in this competition that they have done their best to learn and practice recently. Dalang will pay me to pick some maids and followers for him. As for Erlang, although he is not talented, he cannot be rewarded at all."

While speaking, he looked at the owner of Shu.

"Master Shu Zhu, because Erlang has no parents, I have always sent Yu'er to supervise his study. It is probably because of his nature that he can't read his brother, but Yu'er's supervision is not good, but he can't help but punish him. I think this is the case, so I will punish Yu'er to buy someone for him and be a close friend!"

The owner of Shu naturally understood that this was just because he had the idea of ​​a family that was in harmony with Zhao Wuji's aggressiveness in Jifeng Village.

He stroked his long beard and smiled, "It should be natural that this little girl Yu'er's supervision is not good, so she should learn some lessons!"

Zhao Fubo, who was kneeling on the ground, did not understand anything else discussed later. Instead, he looked at the little Mamluk, who was taller than him.

His green eyes still had a calm light. It seemed that he had no attachment to life that could be lost at any time.

Calm and silent gave Zhao Fubo a sense of pressure.

At this time, Mamluk seemed to feel Zhao Fubo's gaze, but he had no reaction at all, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

"Erlang, just get up, today's competition is over!"

With Sanniang's announcement, the entire ancestral hall was filled with joy to the Dalang Zhao Xu, and several owners of the manor also congratulated Zhao Xu's father Zhao Wuji.

At this time, a group of families came in from the door that was reopened. They carried the table and chairs. The large group of girls and the women brought a large plate of delicacies from the mountains and seas.

This is another annual banquet, rewarding several owners of the house. Zhao Fubo, Erlang, who had never won before, naturally had no chance to sit there.

Zhao Fubo stood up with Mamluk, who obediently dedicated to Wei Zhen's side. But before leaving, the four words quietly floated over him.

"Good marksmanship!"

Of course, Zhao Fubo would not feel any joy because of these four words. On the contrary, he had a deep admiration for the little Mamluk in front of him.

From the continuous attack of his big gun, he could actually hold it firmly with just a long sword. And never surrendered, it means that he is the coldest warrior.

While others were not paying attention, he also whispered behind Mamluk.

"Your swordsmanship is also good. If you hadn't used a big gun, I wouldn't have beaten you!"

This time, he did not get any answers to his words. Little Mamluk returned to Wei Zhen without saying a word with the wound on his waist.

Just as Zhao Fubo was about to chase after him and say something to the little Mamlukdo, another quiet sentence came.

"It's all your fault that you are not capable, and you even have someone with you..."

Speaking of "When I was with you", the person I was talking about was somewhat inappropriate. He just quietly reached out his little hand and twisted it hard on Zhao Fubo, who was thick-skinned and fleshy.

This is a way to quietly find Zhao Fubo to vent his anger while serving the food. However, the subsequent words made Zhao Fubo feel warm and very helpful.

"You go back to your yard and I will take someone to bring you delicious food. Don't be too busy eating it all by yourself, remember to leave some for me!"

Zhao Fubo didn't care much about losing. Although he was named Erlang, no one at home really treated him as Erlang.

However, his lack of ability has implicated Shu Yuer, but it has made him feel inappropriate.

"I'm sorry, let's do it. In the future, I will quietly go back to Sanniang and say that I didn't see the right person!"

But at this time, Shu Yuer, as the most favored girl Yuer around Sanniang, naturally had nothing to do without.

Amid the call of the maids, Shu Yuer had to sweep away with a gust of fragrant wind. Before leaving, she left a sentence to Zhao Fubo.

"Remember the main soldier of Weizhuang, he is a useful one!"

When Zhao Fubo heard Shu Yuer's words, he felt quite amused.

"He is a useful person, but I am tired of Yu'er, but he is a useless idiot!"

I was thinking of a joke in my heart, and my figure had already flashed out of the door.

Just as Shu Yuer said, there is no such thing as a banquet. It is serious to go back to his own small garden seriously, clean up the uncleaned garden, and continue to practice his own big gun.

When he returned to his almost deserted garden, several servants were already standing at the entrance of the garden.

This large and empty yard was originally the place where Zhao Fubo's father founded the Jifengzhuang and cultivated horse breeds. Now that there is Jifengzhuang, there will naturally be no more forage or stables here.

The huge empty space and three tiled houses are the so-called east houses owned by Zhao Fubo. This is a short distance from the "Liuyuan" where Sanniang lives, and is blocked by a high blue brick wall. Usually, except Shu Yuer, this place is full of Zhao Fubo's world.

Maybe Shu Yuer still remembers what he said, I'm afraid Zhao Fubo has been forgotten by the people in Liuyuan.

Just like the servants in front of them who seemed to be a few years older than Zhao Fubo, they put down their food boxes one by one and quickly said goodbye and left.

They knew that there was probably no need to wait for Zhao Fubo to give me any reward. He only had a tight cowhide armor all year round, and what could the young master who couldn't even afford to wear clothes.

Why not expect it!

"Little Black Charcoal...Little Black Charcoal, come and have something delicious!"

Seeing that the servants had walked far, Zhao Fubo straightened his neck and screamed.

"Of course..."

If it weren't for the horse that came to hear the sound, his intimate voice would make people wonder if he was calling his brother.

Amid the rapid sound of horse hooves, a black horse that seemed to be made of coal piles of charcoal, took big steps and jumped to Zhao Fubo in front of him in a few strokes. The huge horse head was placed affectionately on Zhao Fubo's shoulder, making a pleasant guttural sound.

This is Zhao Fubo's closest "brother" since he was a child. Since he can remember this little foal, which he called "Little Hei Tan" by him, has been with him. Before Shu Yuer appeared, only this horse that grew up with him was with him.

Just as Zhao Fubo put his face on the horse's neck and held its neck to make out, he found that the greedy guy had already put his mouth into the food blue, which made Zhao Fubo scream in an anxious mood.
Chapter completed!