Modalu is a simple-minded guy, and his stomach capacity must be many times larger than his brain capacity, so now that he is standing on the fighting field, he only feels that it is difficult to bend down.
Modalu gritted his teeth, raised his hand and made a sumo wrestling gesture, then roared and rushed towards Mingyue.
Mingyue's body was still tired and sore, but firstly, he was born with a huge appetite, and secondly, he used this moment to recover his strength and digest food... so the current competition was no longer difficult for Mingyue.
Mingyue did not rely on her own grappling and fighting skills, but used the favorite method of the Khitan grassland people in the North...wrestling!
The two giant men roared and rushed together, their broad shoulders and arms violently colliding with each other, making a dull sound! It was like two bulls in heat colliding, which attracted applause from the surrounding audience...
On a par with each other, Mingyue also admired her opponent's tenacity... After being provoked and bullied by herself, she ate so much food out of anger! Now she even endured abdominal bloating and fought to a draw with herself, which shows that this guy is really a natural warrior.
After fighting for several rounds, Modalu felt as if his stomach was going to explode, and then he summoned up the last crazy energy and started punching! Mingyue laughed, this is what she was waiting for...
If you don't fight with your fists, Master Dao would be too embarrassed to strike!
Raising the elbow, tiger step! Soaring frame... several powerful and heavy punches were used. Brother Yelushan and the Khitan people who were watching the battle sighed, it's over. This black guy turned out to be an extremely solid practitioner.
A fist the size of a sea bowl hit Modalu's abdomen hard. Mingyue had already withdrawn his strength, otherwise the fist would have smashed Modalu's full intestines...
"Uh, ugh...wow..."
A stream of sour and smelly food residue flew out, covering the heads and faces of the Khitan people watching and cheering on the opposite side, making them scream in disgust.
With a bang, Modalu fell to his knees and curled up...
Brother Yelushan smiled bitterly... This weird Taoist priest who looked like a blind man turned out to be a real master!
Song Wen smiled and congratulated Tao Tong Mingyue, but in his heart he was thinking about the next countermeasures...
The big-eyed lady was so happy that she jumped up and down in celebration. She jumped up and slapped the heads and shoulders of the dejected Khitan people around her... "How is it? Are you convinced? Hahaha..."
If a man from the Song Dynasty had done this, these Khitan people would probably have drawn their swords at each other and started fighting for their lives... But a cute little girl was fooling around with everyone like a tomboy, and no one could get angry at all.
An Chun and others also burst into joy, their faces flushed with excitement.
However, Mingyue reached out and pulled up Modalu, who had a dirty face and was downcast. Modalu whispered a few words in Khitan, but Mingyue didn't understand what he meant for a while.
But the little girl jumped out and said: "He said that he failed! He is so ashamed, you are a formidable opponent!"
Mingyue's old face turned red: "Tell him, I used some tricks, he shouldn't try so many things with me..."
After hearing this, Modalu shook his head and said a few words, then bowed his head dejectedly and saluted, walked to Brother Yelushan and knelt down.
Brother Yelushan smiled and waved his hand, and after a few words of encouragement, he asked Modalu to go down and rest.
Song Wen smiled and said to Brother Yelu Shan who was sitting on the throne: "Master Hou, there are some victories that cannot be won with force..."
Brother Yelushan waved his hand magnanimously: "If you lose, you lose...it's not a big deal, I'm not that kind of narrow-minded person..."
Song Wen laughed heartily... "Master Hou really trusts people!"
Ten war horses were pulled up, and the young people in Qingshan camp were excited. They were all good horses!
Brother Yelushan frowned: "It's a pity that we are not in Nanjing. It may be difficult to find a good horse that can carry this strong man."
A follower next to him thought for a while, and then whispered a few words to Brother Yelushan. Brother Yelushan was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed... "Your name is Mingyue, right? There is really a unique horse in my team.
Son, ordinary people can't ride it at all...but this horse is born with great power, maybe you can ride it!"
Mingyue was naturally very happy. The Song Dynasty was short of horses, let alone a good horse that could carry his weight of more than 200 kilograms. Besides...this was a bonus won from a fight, so it was a bargain!
A fat and tall black horse was pulled up, wagging its tail and braying, looking very irritable.
Good guy, this horse is a head taller than an ordinary Northland war horse. It has a belly as big as an iron pot, four thick legs, and its hooves are bigger than the bowl of the ocean! It also has a lot of lumps on its body, like a
Like a giant toad!
Mingyue touched the back of her head... "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord... Why are you so ugly? You are a perfect match for Taoist Master..."
Daruch, who had been hiding quietly in the corner, suddenly came over and whispered in Song Wen's ear: "This is a good horse that can fight in battle, but there is a kind of bug on it... so
It will go crazy when someone rides it. Judging from the marks on its back, it seems that it was used as a pack horse. Lang Jun took it and got a big advantage."
Before Song Wen could say anything, Mingyue pulled the reins of the horse and shouted to Brother Yelushan, "Thank you! This horse is very strong. It should be able to move me..."
Brother Yelushan didn't like this fool, so he laughed and asked him to go down and rest.
Everyone retreated, drank and ate meat, and discussed the fight just now... Song Wenze raised his hands and said to Brother Yelushan: "We just had a fight, let's call it a draw! If the Marquis really needs that gunpowder bullet, I will go first
Sell a hundred pieces to the Marquis... and the rest, it will be very difficult to make 500 pieces in three months!"
Brother Yelushan was overjoyed when he heard this: "Okay, let's buy so many first... What, is it difficult to make this gunpowder bomb?"
"It is difficult to make thick-walled ceramic bottles, and even more difficult to prepare the gunpowder! It must not be affected by moisture, the particles must be uniform, and the purity must be mixed little by little... The most important thing is that I don't have that many raw materials on hand!"
Brother Yelushan nodded: "Let me tell you what raw materials you need! The Song Dynasty court does not pay attention to you, but I, the Liao Dynasty, support you!"
Song Wen calmed down and said: "Charcoal is okay, but sulfur and fire salt are in short supply, as well as cinnabar and lead for sealing..."
Brother Yelushan's eyes flashed... It's so difficult for Little Turtle to talk about it. I would be embarrassed if I bought a batch and couldn't imitate it. It's better to be safe!
"Brother Wen, look at this... How about I collect these gunpowder raw materials for you to deduct part of the cost, plus war horse cowhide and other things, in exchange for the gunpowder bombs?"
Song Wen was happy in his heart, but had a troubled look on his face... "Master Hou, although the war horses are good, there are still some difficulties in trading in the Song Dynasty. After all, the imperial court's control is too strict."
Brother Yelushan nodded: "The remaining Tiandichun and other goods will still be settled in gold and silver, and the price will be increased by half a percent!"
Song Wen breathed a sigh of relief. This is probably Brother Yelushan's biggest concession!
"In this case, Song Wen will naturally obey the Marquis's orders!"
Brother Yelushan smiled and said: "Then let the people below calculate the details of the transaction. How many gunpowder bombs did you bring this time?"
"I brought some gunpowder bombs here just to have some self-protection on the grassland. I must have more than a hundred of them! Since the Grand Prince's Mansion of Daliao Nanyuan is going to the grassland to recruit horses, I will transfer a hundred gunpowder bombs to the grassland.
To the Marquis... without taking any money, just treat it as a gift."
Brother Yelu Shan laughed loudly... "Okay, then when we get to Nanjing City in Daliao... I will give you forty war horses!"