"I'll run!"

Finally, Aominba couldn't help it and roared hysterically.

Not only did Minba stop him, but he kept instigating: "Go, fuck him, give him some color, brothers, support you."

Wupeng had a premonition of this situation, but he never expected it to come so quickly.

He raised the loudspeaker and said, "If you have any problems, you'll talk about it! Now! Run! There's only one lap left!"

Shabi led his brothers to stand up, his legs and feet were no longer smooth, and he insisted on continuing to run.

With a shout, the remaining Minba ran away.

Woo-come is like having fun, either shooting or speaking, and how it makes people hate it.

He scratched his chest, stretched his waist and yawned, and walked to the set end point in a whisper. He watched Minba run over one by one, and then threw himself on the ground and gasped.

He also took out his pocket watch and looked at it, calculated the time, and shouted with the annoying loudspeaker: "The one behind! The one behind! Hurry up!"

Minba, who was slumped on the ground, smiled and said, "The little rat is not big, and his throat is not small."

After the last Minba ran past the finish line, he put his pocket watch back into his pocket, and then announced with a loudspeaker: "It's too slow. If you are marching in a hurry, you can't reach your destination within the specified time. Sabi! Get out of the line!"

More than a dozen Minba unification actions were all viewed by Shabi.

Shabi barely stood up with a gun, feeling that a gust of wind could blow him down.

Wupeng pointed his finger at Shabi: "You are the commander-in-chief of this army. If your team does not arrive at the prescribed time, what should you do with it yourself?"

Before Shabi could speak, Aminba muttered below: "If you haven't arrived, you haven't arrived. What's the big deal?"

"Who said it!" Wu Peng shouted angrily, "If you weren't slow, how could you be blocked back? One hundred people were sacrificed in vain."

When he talked about this past, the Minbas were really unhappy. They said that something else was OK, but they just couldn't.

Someone stood up at that time and confronted Wupeng: "You are not qualified to mention them, and we fought very well in that battle, and it has nothing to do with you."

Wu Peng sneered and retorted: "It's a good fight? I'm forced to a place with a big fuck and lingering. Everyone is in danger. This is called a good fight? If you call this a good fight, then just go back and farm."

Another objection, Minba, expressed his opinion: "No matter what, we broke through later, and the casualties of the regular army were one to one."

The people were full of confidence, gathered together like a pot of mung beans, waiting to see what Wupeng said.

Wupeng still sneered. He looked at these confident faces one by one, looked at everyone, and everyone faced him with even more pride.

After seeing these faces, Wu Peng said sarcastically: "What do you care about? If you hadn't had a commander who temporarily rescued the ground, you would have been killed by shells and occupied the time of the day, and you even beat one to one. Aren't you afraid of making people laugh? Or, you have been bullied by them for a long time and think that a draw would be considered a win."

Everyone was speechless, and rows of faces were wilted one by one, and the things they were most proud of were worthless in front of others.

And the most annoying thing is that the truth is.

Wupeng smashed all their pride with one word, and the winner was proud of himself, as if he was saying, who else?

He asked again: "Does anyone have different opinions? Or say that, who else do not agree? You can stand up and compare. Of course, you can't compare farming, that's your major."

The Minba people whispered in a scattered manner. This little mouse was really talking with thorns and sticks between the lines, which made people unhappy.

Finally, a burly Minba stood up and challenged: "I don't accept it!"

"Okay!" Wupeng clapped, "Is there any more? Is there any more? Sign up quickly, there is no store after passing this village."

He was extremely excited and shook his eyes to everyone present, looking invincible.

Three or four Minbas stood up.

"I'm not convinced!"

The brothers were all in groups, and more and more Minbas stood up like a quarrel and expressed their positions.

All the good brothers who fought together have risen up, and it seems that they are not very righteous if they don’t stand up.

Seeing that there are more and more Minba people, they are almost half of the total number, and there are more than one hundred people.

Wu Peng hurriedly picked up his loudspeaker and shouted: "What are you doing? Want to fight a group? I'm shameless. More than a hundred people bullied me. Let's do this, and you can choose a few representatives."

Regarding the selection of representatives, the Minba people thought about it. The one who has the best shooting skills here is Ren Bai; the one who runs the fastest here is Ren Bai; the one who hits people the most fiercely, Ren Bai.

We are all waste, can we just call out Jean Bai and fight with the little mouse on one hand?

All Minbas looked at Jie Bai.

He asked Bai to shake his head and wave his hand, saying that he would not participate in this competition, and he would play whatever you like.

Since they have made it clear that they will not participate, they can only settle for the second best and choose among the remaining people.

Seeing that Ye Bai was not participating, Wu Peng obviously relaxed for a moment. He pointed at Minbadui and shouted: "You don't have to choose to run. You are all tired, don't say I bully you. This way, find out the ones with the most accurate shooting skills, the most powerful fighting, and the best equestrian among you. I will compare one by one."

The Minba and others were subjected to unprecedented severe tests and all expressed their opinions on selecting people. They almost started arguing about choosing the right candidate.

Then, four brave men were elected, standing in front of all Minbas, representing the highest point of Minba's single event.

"Why are there four?" Rohan pointed at one of the fat guys, "What are your talents? Are you more weight?"

The little fat man's face was red, and he didn't know if he was sarcastic or running. He replied in a weak voice: "That, let's drink."

When Wu Peng heard such a weird answer, he was a little surprised. He looked at the little fat man who was not outstanding in all aspects and said with a chuckle: "Is the little fat man greedy for wine? OK, I'll drink with you."

The Minba people started to make a fuss, some brought the tables and some brought the wine.

Finally, the table was placed in two rows and the wine was placed in two rows.

At this time, someone pointed out the key point: "Can you still compare after you finish drinking?"

Wupeng raised a barrel of wine boldly: "If there is one thing I lose, it is that my skills are not as good as others. From now on, you can do whatever you want."

This is what you said yourself. Now the Minba people are gathering up, and they usually like to make fun of each other. Now there is such a rare opportunity. One is more and more emotional. We need to see if this little mouse is bragging.

A little fat man and a little mouse each stood in front of their own row of tables and grabbed a bucket of wine.

The Minba, who was responsible for the referee, stood in the middle, and two Minbas stood behind the competition, supervising whether the wine was completely finished.

Minba, who was in high spirits, was not tired either and was eagerly waiting for the game to begin.

Leave Bai was more arrogant, and he didn't watch the game, and lay under the pergola with a piece of grass in his mouth.

Shabi was not interested in the game either. He also took a cool under the pergola and asked Jean Bai in confusion: "Why don't you participate? With your ability, you will definitely win."

Let Bai look at the top of the pergola with grass in his arms. This kind of canvas shed is basically invisible in the village. Many places are slightly white, and there is also a whole area that is transparent, which should be an old thing that has been used for a long time.

He closed his eyes as he looked, took out the grass and said, "Because he is right."

Shabi agreed with this sentence, looking at the game being prepared in the field, thinking about what should he do if this little mouse loses.

He wandered around the world, and time returned to the siege. How desperate were the Minba people at that time, but now they don’t take the regular army seriously. Just imagine, they really have such qualifications?

They are definitely not qualified. In the case of head-on confrontation, due to the lack of tactical literacy, most Minbas are about to collapse at once. This is a recognized fact.

He still remembers that when the Guards launched the offensive, the at a loss of his companions around him are still vivid in his mind.

It seemed that on that day, he had already felt despair and the most complete failure.

Just as I recalled, the game began.

With the referee's order, both sides raised their barrels and raised their heads to fill the most beautiful drink in the world.

The two of them had bulging throats and the wine flowed down the river.

Almost at the same time, after drinking the first barrel of wine, they raised the second barrel at the same time and drank it in the same position.
Chapter completed!