Chapter 318: Military Spirit
Lu Erlang’s heart suddenly shattered!
“Who is Thirty-Seven?” Pei Feng shouted again with a cold face.
Lu Erlang pulled himself together, smiled and stepped forward, placing the bamboo slip in front of Pei Feng: “It’s me. Today is truly a coincidence; I actually encountered you.”
Pei Feng raised his eyebrows and suddenly laughed.
This was truly great!
Speak of the devil and he shall come. Today, he would properly test Lu Erlang’s capability.
Lu Erlang felt a chill in his heart, cold air rising straight up.
Pei Xuan took the bamboo slip to find her opponent, registered properly and turned back, just in time to see this scene. She peeked over and immediately laughed: “This is too much of a coincidence. Today it’s actually you two facing off. Later I must watch the fun carefully.”
In the Pei Family Army, everyone was brave and fond of fighting. Every month’s martial practice, they gave it their all. Not to mention cousin sister and cousin brother, even blood siblings would fight without mercy upon encounter. There were even husband and wife both serving as leaders in the army, and when they met, They were unambiguous, with no such thing as holding back.
Pei Xuan showed no worry for Lu Erlang at all, first encouraging him with a few words, then said to Pei Feng: “Don’t hold back, let these newcomers see what the real Pei Family Army is like. Beat them until they fall apart!”
Pei Feng grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.
Lu Erlang: “…”
Pei Qinghe,
Shi Yan, who came to watch the fun, silently raised the corners of his mouth.
Everyone else did indeed draw lots. The opponents of Li Chi and Lu Erlang were specially arranged by Pei Qinghe. In order to “hone” the two of them, Pei Qinghe truly went to great pains.
Come on! Let’s fight!
Pei Qinghe is the soul figure of the Pei Family Army. Pei Yun, who can take charge of a sector, Mao Hongling, are all powerful figures. However, on the martial practice ground, what everyone least wants to encounter is Pei Yan.
As soon as Pei Yan started fighting, she became exceptionally excited, like a mad tiger. There were hardly any in the entire Pei Family Army who could withstand her.
Li Chi had seen Pei Yan’s bravery on the battlefield, but facing her on the training ground was a first.
Li Chi had made ample mental preparations, but once they engaged, he was still beaten senseless.
Pei Yan charged forward like a tiger descending the mountain, howling fiercely as she pounced. Behind her, a crowd of female soldiers raised their wooden sabers and spears, shouting sharply, striking both viciously and ruthlessly.
The camp of female soldiers led by Pei Yan consisted mostly of Pei Clan women. They trained the hardest and feared death the least in battle. Clearly, the Liaoxi Army soldiers were taller, stronger, and more powerful, yet in combat, it was the female soldiers who fought like hungry wolves, while the Liaoxi Army soldiers were helplessly beaten like sheep with no power to fight back.
Cries of “Ouch!” and “Ow!” could be heard unceasingly.
Li Chi got beaten the worst. Pei Yan grinned ferociously as she waved the wooden saber, turning to strike at Li Chi’s lower body. Li Chi was terrified, cold sweat beading on his forehead, inwardly lamenting endlessly.
Wooden sabers won’t kill anyone, but if one lands solidly, a light injury is inevitable. In just a short moment, he had already taken two solid hits, and his legs burned with stinging pain.
Bang! Pei Yan suddenly threw a left punch, and Li Chi’s chin was struck squarely by the punch’s wind.
He didn’t know which unscrupulous person took the chance to sweep his leg. His right leg ached in pain, making him unsteady in battle, and Miss Pei Yan kicked him to the ground. Then he had no more chance to stand up…
During battle, if the commander is “beheaded,” defeat is basically sealed. Pei Yan was not merciful at all; after “beheading” Li Chi, she showed no intention of stopping and continued wielding the wooden saber, beating all the soldiers into howling like ghosts and wolves.
Even Pei Qinghe couldn’t stand it anymore, blew the bamboo whistle, and terminated this bout.
“Pei Yan’s camp wins!”
“Li Chi, do you submit?” Pei Yan raised her head and looked down at him sideways with a face full of disdain.
Li Chi gave a bitter smile, endured the pain, cupped his hands, and conceded: “Miss Pei Yan is powerful. I, Li Chi, am convinced in both heart and mouth.”
Pei Yan grinned smugly.
Yang Huai puffed out his chest proudly.
In the heart of Lu Erlang, who was watching the match, chills kept rising. The sparring matches were unexpectedly so brutal! Soldiers who were helped off the field were everywhere, and some who were beaten badly were directly carried off to apply medicine.
“Don’t panic. Sparring uses wooden sabers and spears.” Pei Xuan smiled lightly and reassured: “No one will be killed. Our Pei Family Army’s medicine is also prepared extra abundantly.”
Lu Erlang was not comforted at all.
The matches proceeded very quickly; after the initial clash, they fought to the death, and win or loss was seen in about a stick of incense. If both sides had equal strength and it turned into a stalemate, they would only give an extra stick of incense time. The training ground was also spacious enough for three sparring matches to proceed simultaneously.
Soon, it was Lu Erlang’s turn to take the field.
Lu Erlang took a deep breath and sternly ordered all soldiers to form a military formation.
Most in Pei Feng’s camp were teenage boys, with all the Pei Clan direct descendant males present. Each young face was full of vigor and the unique pride of the Pei Family Army.
The Fanyang Army soldiers inevitably felt contempt. They were just a bunch of beardless young kids—how powerful could they be?
Lu Erlang had no time to lecture everyone and forcefully glared at them: “All of you, perk up your spirit, use full strength in the match, and don’t lose too disgracefully.”
The soldiers loudly agreed, but in their hearts, none took it seriously.
The bamboo whistle sounded.
The boys skillfully formed a military formation, shouted in unison, and wielded sabers, spears, clubs, and staffs together.
On the soldiers’ side, reactions varied from fast to slow and were uneven; after one clash, they were scattered by the boys.
Pei Feng’s way of fighting was different from Pei Yan’s. He and four other boys formed a military formation and steadily advanced forward.
Before Lu Erlang could relax in relief, Pei Feng suddenly shouted loudly, and the military formation changed at a dazzling speed. If viewed from above, one would see the boys dividing the soldiers into pieces, then gradually devouring them.
Lu Erlang was surrounded by soldiers in the middle and held out until the end. But he felt extremely bad inside. He could only watch helplessly as the soldiers in front, behind, left, and right fell one after another, “dying.”
Pei Qinghe did not blow the bamboo whistle and extended the match time by a stick of incense.
This tacitly permitted Pei Feng to give Lu Erlang a profound lesson.
Pei Feng grinned and continued wielding his saber forward.
He did not rush to deal with Lu Erlang and even deliberately spared him, focusing on beating other soldiers. The boys around him were perfectly in sync with him, quickly understanding Pei Feng’s intent, and together they “killed” the soldiers.
The people around Lu Erlang fell one after another.
Lu Erlang could no longer restrain himself, roared angrily, and charged at Pei Feng wielding his saber.
Perfect timing.
Pei Feng sneered, wielded his saber to block.
Lu Erlang only felt his right wrist tremble.
The next moment, the wooden saber came straight at his chest! Lu Erlang drew in a cold breath, dodged with a flash. Pei Feng’s wooden saber swiftly changed, sweeping horizontally along Lu Erlang’s arm.
Lu Erlang felt a pain in his left arm, and his right hand swiftly wielded a saber.
Pei Feng blocked again, and his right leg delivered a flying kick. Lu Erlang felt intense pain in his left leg and could not stand steadily in battle. Pei Feng’s saber reached his chest again, forcing Lu Erlang to retreat.
Then he was kicked again, fell to the ground, and Pei Feng’s wooden saber pressed straight against Lu Erlang’s throat.
“Second Brother Lu,” Pei Feng looked down with a smile: “I concede!”
