Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

At this time, both sides of the field were occupied by a team of boys and a team of girls.

Both sides were holding wooden sticks, one end of which was covered with black mud ash.

Everyone's body is uniform and clean.

Make sure it leaves an imprint when it hits.

"Lang'er, your mind is indeed clever, and you can actually think of such a method."

At the height of the venue, Wang Jian stood there, looking at the scene below with interest,

"Lang'er, who do you think will win?"

Zhao Lang on the side did not answer immediately, but asked a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old with a small beard next to him,

"Wang Li, what do you think?"

The young man was Wang Jian's grandson, Wang Li. He had a straightforward temperament, but his temperament was a bit carefree.

Very much to Zhao Lang's appetite.

I came to Zhuangzi a few days ago, and the two were already familiar with each other.

Wang Li looked at the situation on the field and said frankly,

"I think if they die they will win, fight, and women are still not as good as men."

On the boys side, the leader is to die.

Zhao Lang immediately smiled and said,

"In that case, I'll choose the girl's side."

On the girls side, the leader was a girl named Su.

At this time, Wang Li said carelessly,

"It's just that it's boring to guess like this, why don't you add some bets?"

Zhao Lang nodded in agreement.

"What do you want to bet on?"

Wang Li said greedily,

"If you lose, you give me the complete method of their training these days!"

Training with the teenagers these days, he has long been greedy.

It can also be seen that Zhao Lang has not used difficult training methods.

Zhao Lang raised his eyebrows slightly and said yes,

"I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable, but what if you lose?"

Wang Li immediately laughed,

"How can I lose."

"If I lose, you can do whatever you want."

Zhao Lang said directly at this time,

"make a deal!"

Wang Jian, who was beside him, looked at his silly grandson.

Looking at Zhao Lang, who was calm and relaxed, he couldn't help but sighed slightly.

His grandson still has talent.

Within a few days, you can see the uniqueness of Zhao Lang's training method, you can see it.

Just compared with Zhao Lang, I always feel that something is wrong.

At this time, with Zhao Lang's signal, the competition between the two officially started!

The two sides on the field began to move almost immediately.

The boys lined up in a neat line, and then concentrated the sticks in front, forming a forest of guns.

"These guys actually know how to reject the horse formation!"

Wang Li said with a bit of surprise,

"It's really uncomfortable for the other side, they don't have archers."

The girls also responded, like the boys lining up and putting the sticks in front.

But it is obvious that the men have trained many times in private, and the degree of cooperation is not comparable to that of the girls who are imitating the same way.

"Hahaha, Alang, you've already lost since this is the beginning."

Wang Li smiled directly.

Zhao Lang also frowned slightly. Indeed, the boys were well prepared this time.

Girls are having a hard time.

The two sides began to slowly approach.

The boy's small square, slow and slow, actually has a bit of momentum.

The girls' phalanx was crooked, and the front, back, left, and right were huddled together.

As I moved forward, I heard from time to time that you stepped on my foot.

But when the two sides are about to be close to each other.

There was a sudden burst of shouting from the girls' phalanx,

"Disperse!"

Then in an instant, all the girls left in a hurry.

This scene made the boys dumbfounded. No matter how powerful their phalanxes are, they must have goals.

Then the next second, the girls ran to both sides of the phalanx.