The generals, whether it was the seven fierce generals in the audience, or even Deng Ai behind Liu Feng, when they heard this sentence.
Immediately it was like a volcano erupting, and his blood spurted.
It is said that there is no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts. This is because the literati are humble and the military people are brave. Moreover, when literati compete for the first place, they rely on words and have to be judged by everyone.
If you want to decide the winner, it is absolutely impossible to win completely.[
Therefore, there is no first place in literature. But what about martial arts? There is no second place.
Because the battle between warriors is too simple. If you see the real seal in your hand, the standing one will be first, and the lying down one will be second. That's it.
Because of their bravery and their respect for the honor of being the strongest general under Liu Feng's command, the generals were all excited.
"General, this sword has no eyes. In order to select the vanguard, it is too ridiculous to injure one's own general first."
However, the literati's reaction was also fierce. Liu Ye, who was behind Liu Feng, immediately walked up and loudly advised him.
"What Ziyang said is absolutely true. Please think again, general." Not only Liu Ye, but also Jia Xu, who usually didn't speak, stepped forward to advise him, very solemnly.
However, the generals didn't care. They still opened their eyes and looked at Liu Feng with great excitement. They let out a loud roar in unison.
"Please give the order, General."
It's not that they actually took action against his colleagues in Paoze, but that they were extremely conceited about their own force. They could defeat the opponent without hurting them.
And what about Liu Feng? Does Liu Feng really want these seven of his favorite generals to decide the outcome?
However, Liu Feng's method is not to use swords. Although Liu Feng also knows that the people under his command are all outstanding people, after all, swords have no eyes.
Even if there was even a slight possibility that his beloved generals would lose their lives, Liu Feng would not allow it. No matter who died because of this fighting general, Liu Feng would be heartbroken.
Therefore, Liu Feng wanted the generals to decide the winner, so that whoever he sent out could be justified, and the others would not complain.
I don't want their swords to really cross.
This was indeed a bit impossible and too natural. However, Liu Feng did think of a way. So, he turned back to Liu Ye who tried his best to dissuade him, and Jia Xu shook his head.
Then, he loudly ordered: "Come here, bring up seven jars of wine."
"promise."
One of the soldiers agreed and strode off immediately.
The people present, whether it was Deng Ai or the other generals, were stunned. Liu Ye and Jia Xu breathed a sigh of relief and showed admiration.[
Drinks? This is a good way to decide the winner.
While Zhao Yun and the other seven people were stunned, a soldier came up carrying seven jars of wine. Each jar was very big.
It was also filled with wine, and it was rippling as the soldiers moved around.
Soon after, the seven jars of wine were placed in front of Zhao Yun and the other seven people.
"Your Majesty and others all love generals in a lonely heart. Even if they are damaged even half a point, the lonely hearts will feel extremely painful. Therefore, let's forget about the sword duel."
Liu Feng smiled and said loudly. Then he pointed to the wine jar below and laughed loudly: "I heard that the most powerful generals are all heroes in wine. Today, I will use this drinking as a selection. Who can
Drink this wine as quickly as possible. He is the strongest general under Gu's command, and he will naturally become the vanguard of this battle."
"promise."
Just as Liu Feng thought, with wine as the strongest choice, the generals were extremely convinced. What man is not good at drinking?
What's more, for generals like them who are fighting on the battlefield, many of them sometimes drink to ward off the cold.
Therefore, after hearing Liu Feng's method, they were all extremely convinced and all agreed.
"good."
When Liu Feng saw that the generals agreed, he immediately clapped his hands and shouted.
"Come here, get the golden bell." Immediately, Liu Feng said to behind him.
"promise."
The soldier behind him made a promise and walked down. Soon after, he returned with a plate. On the plate was a red cloth, and on the red cloth was a golden bell, shining with golden light.
Next to it lies a small hammer.
"Take the sound of this golden bell as a signal." Liu Feng picked up the small hammer and said with a smile.
"promise."
The generals all agreed.
"Haha." After a while, Liu Feng chuckled and rang the golden bell.
"bite."
In the midst of this crisp sound, the seven generals in the audience immediately slapped the wine jar in front of them like hungry wolves attacking tigers, breaking open the sealing mud.[
Then he raised his hands and poured wine into his mouth.
These are all good wines. But in the mouths of the generals at this moment, they are not much more valuable than boiled water. They pour it into their mouths as if they don't need money.
Liu Feng's question was about speed, and he could actually cheat at this moment. The generals could spill a small amount of the wine out of their mouths, so that they could go quickly.
However, the generals are obviously good men and do not bother to do such a thing.
They drank sip after sip, not missing a drop.
"Gulu, Gulu."
Like a whale sucking water, the wine from this jar poured into their bellies little by little, without anyone taking a break.
Sure enough, a general must be a hero in wine. There was not a weak person present.
They are all heroes of the world.
However, just like Wu Wu Er, the outcome must be decided in the end.
"Crack."
Originally, in Liu Feng's imagination, those with big shoulders and round waists had a natural advantage in drinking. With a big belly, they could pack more.
However, this time Liu Feng was wrong.
The first person to drink from the jar was actually Zhao Yun, who was slender and looked more like a Confucian slender man. Zhao Yun threw the jar away.
The spy contacted the ground and shattered into pieces with a "pop" sound.
"Bah bang bang."
Of course, the others were not slow either. They finished the drink quickly and threw away the jar. Even Ma Chao was only a little slower than Zhao Yun.
But Liu Feng saw clearly that Zhao Yun was the strongest.
Everyone else also saw it, and Zhao Yun was the first to finish drinking from the altar.
This made the generals unwilling, but they had to be convinced. Because they really couldn't drink Zhao Yun, and they didn't bother to go back on their word.
"General Zhao has great strength, I will always admire you." Ma Chao bowed to Zhao Yun and said with admiration.
"The general is the strongest, and the vanguard deserves the title." Dong Gai said.
Then Zhang Liao, Zhang Jia and others bowed to Zhao Yun one by one, or opened their mouths to express their admiration.
As for Zhao Yun? His face was red and his momentum was astonishing. This was partly because his blood had been boiling for a long time. He was eager to make achievements in this fight and let the Xianbei people take a good look at the strength of the Han people.
The Xianbei people produce brave men, and the Han people are not weak either.
The other half is due to drinking. Drinking a jar of wine will make everyone's blood boil.
But Zhao Yun's drinking capacity was far more than that. He was just more enthusiastic and not on the verge of collapse.
This is also the reason why Liu Feng wants to use wine, wine can make him strong.
"Zilong, come out." Liu Feng took a deep breath and ordered.
"promise."
Zhao Yun agreed with a loud voice, and under the envious eyes of the others, he got on his horse, took out his spear, and quickly went out into battle.
"Da da da."
The sound of horse hooves was clear and moving, carrying Zhao Yun quickly towards the formation. The strong wind brought by it caused the green embroidered robe behind Zhao Yun to fly, like a long dragon, with unparalleled momentum.
Coupled with the golden battle armor and the eight-foot-long silver spear in his hand, Zhao Yun was like a god general at this moment, shining brightly.
"Changshan Zhao Yun is here, who will fight me to the death?"
Soon after, Zhao Yun came out of the battle. He stood in front of the two armies with a gun, thinking about the direction of Xianbei's main battle formation, and let out a loud roar.