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

Some girls threw the wooden stick in their hands directly!

The boys seemed to have thought of this situation, and immediately waved the wooden sticks in their hands.

Blocked a lot of thrown sticks, but some of them inevitably hit them.

It caused confusion in the small phalanx, after all, they were not real soldiers.

The two teenagers, Death and Big Dog, are trying their best to maintain the phalanx.

Once they stabilize.

Girls who are missing some sticks will inevitably fail.

And at this moment, the previous shouting sounded again,

"rush!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the girl who had thrown her wooden stick and rushed towards the square with bare hands.

The other girls with weapons followed behind them.

But the boys square, even on the side, has wooden sticks!

Zhao Lang stood up at this time and shouted,

"stop!"

But it's too late.

The girls had already bumped into it at this time.

Bang bang bang!

There was a dull, toothless sound on the field.

The girls also let out a burst of pain.

But no one backed away.

Rush to the front and back.

They stubbornly grabbed each other's weapons so that they could not move, and the girls behind them took the opportunity to attack.

Boys who have been bullied by girls know that when they are teenagers, girls are stronger than boys.

So there was almost only one face-to-face, and the outermost boys were already full of impressions.

I don't know if I was frightened, but the boy's square array's response was a little slow.

And the girls' attack hardly stopped.

When the first boy put down the stick, failure was doomed.

The battle started slowly and ended very quickly.

When Zhao Lang flew over to stop these people.

Most of the boys stood there in despair.

Although many of the girls fell to the ground, their faces were all smiles.

They won.

But Zhao Lang couldn't laugh anymore.

"Are you crazy!"

"Prosperous fortune! Prosperous fortune! Go and invite your husband!"

"Xiao Jiu, Xiao Qi!"

Wang Jian and Wang Li also rushed to help, both of them are very experienced in this kind of trauma.

"What are you still doing, hurry up and help!"

Zhao Lang yelled at the boys.

Zhuangzi suddenly jumped.

"Fortunately, only two were dislocated, and the others were bruised."

After the people were settled, Wang Jian said.

"What is this all about?"

Zhao Lang blamed himself a little.

Wang Jian said lightly,

"What? Regret it?"

Zhao Lang nodded silently, more than a dozen girls were lying on the bed, and it was a lie to say that they were not distressed.

Wang Jian continued,

"When you proposed the competition, you should have thought of it."

"Now that this is the case, what you have to do is to learn from it."

"Besides, I think this competition is good."

"I have accepted all these students."

"Okay, you go and see them first, and I'll go and comfort those boys."

Zhao Lang nodded and walked in. When the girls saw him, they all said in unison,

"Homeowner."

Zhao Lang nodded wearily and walked to Su who was lying on the bed.

Just now, she and another girl were the most fierce, and their arms were dislocated.

Zhao Lang looked at the girls who were all injured and said,

"I'll give you sticks, just because I'm afraid you'll get hurt."

"What are you doing so hard?!"