Of these fifty soldiers, except for Chang Fu, half were servants of Prince Ding's Mansion, and the other half were selected by Zhao Huan in advance from the Forbidden Army.
All of them are wearing heavy armor!
These armors were military supplies prepared by Zhao Huan in order to form the Yizhou Army.
Relying on the disassembly and reorganization of various types of heavy armor, a total of more than one hundred sets of back armor have been assembled.
Zhao Huan, on the other hand, was wearing the armor of General Beiwei, and the red tassel on his head was extremely eye-catching.
Under the leadership of Zhao Huan, fifty soldiers, holding large shields and swords, walked in uniform steps, exuding a courageous momentum, and walked to the southwest corner of the school grounds under the gaze of everyone.
It wasn't until Zhao Huan stood still that Gen Yue, who was silent, started to argue fiercely.
"Why are the armors worn by Prince Ding and the others so eye-catching? When did our Song Dynasty have such standard heavy armor?"
"Who knows?"
"But having said that, Prince Ding actually dares to come, and he is quite a man."
"Hehehe, now that you are here, please don't be polite later, just say hello."
"I finally figured it out. Prince Ding is in trouble. If he really wants to use a knife or a gun, he is actually a layman."
"There are so many weapons to choose from but a sword. Is it possible that he plans to use the sword to split heavy armor? What a joke!"
Seeing the weapons equipped by Zhao Huan, not to mention the disciples participating in the competition, even the servants and imperial guards behind him were full of contempt.
The courtiers in Jiangxiao Tower all shook their heads and pretended to be sorry.
"Lost!"
"Prince Ding is actually equipped with a war sword. Among all the weapons, this one is the worst restrained by heavy armor. Even a sword can be used as a hammer as long as it is strong enough."
"At the worst, it can cut through the chains connecting the armor plates."
"Hey, King Ding is still young after all. Fighting fiercely in Bianjing does not mean that you can win with fierceness on the battlefield."
"Today's martial arts arena is nothing more than child's play compared to the real battlefield."
Even Zhao Ji didn't expect that Zhao Huan would be so stupid.
He shook his head, and the remaining expectation in his eyes disappeared in an instant.
Zhu Lian and Zheng Qingyun, who were sitting on the first floor, both had pale faces.
Fifty-one soldiers equipped with swords faced one thousand and seventy-one soldiers armed with sticks, and the gap widened once again.
You know, even if these sticks are not covered with iron, if they are knocked down with a stick, they can still show 30% of the power of a blunt weapon.
Almost all the contestants chose sticks as weapons, but Zhao Huanyang chose his shortcomings and avoided his strong points.
The ladies of the official residence around him could no longer hold their nerves, and they could not stop laughing.
"As expected of King Ding, he can always exceed expectations."
"Prince Ding has already lost before the fight even started. Miss Loss has been looking forward to it for a long time."
Chen Xianglan hugged her shoulders, snorted, and said disdainfully: "You can't even win this kind of petty fight, so you have the nerve to boast about helping the Song Dynasty?"
"It's really the most ridiculous thing in the world!"
"Your Highness, Princess, if you ask me, you should remarry Prince Su. In this way, not only can you and Concubine Yun turn their hostility into friendship, but also..."
"How can the relationship between King Su and King Yun be compared to that of King Ding?"
"He who knows the current affairs is a hero. Your Highness, Princess, you should think about it carefully, hahaha..."
Facing Chen Xianglan's relentless ridicule, Zhu Lian took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
At this time, she had no intention of dealing with Chen Xianglan, and all her attention was focused on Zhao Huan.
Zheng Qingyun had clenched his fists nervously.
"Sister...Prince, he..."
"Forget it, if the prince has any shortcomings, I will let him go."
Zhao Kai, who was wearing a basin collar armor and holding a long stick, looked at Zhao Huan standing opposite with cold and disdainful eyes.
"Brother Wang, it's too late to admit your mistake now. Otherwise, if so many people swarm you, if something goes wrong, you will have to break your teeth and swallow it in your stomach."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Huan's laughter came from under General Beiwei's armor.
"Swarming forward? Just as I expected, you guys are really going to join forces to deal with me."
"Don't worry, before I rebuild the glory of the Song Dynasty, let alone you, even if Wanyan Zonghan comes, I will step on him."
Although Zhao Kai was calm on the surface, there were ripples in his heart.
Zhao Huan knew that he would be besieged, but he still dared to come? Is it because of his courage, or because he was kicked in the head by a donkey?
Although he didn't understand it, Zhao Kai became furious after hearing Zhao Huan's extremely arrogant remarks.
He traveled thousands of miles to return to Beijing, not only to give Concubine Yun a bad breath, but also to destroy Zhao Kai's prestige and promote the abolition of elders and the establishment of younger ones.
"Brother Wang, if you are ready, I will come."
Facing Zhao Kai's ultimatum, Zhao Huan didn't care, and even raised his fingers provocatively.
"Whether it's in the palace or on the battlefield, Zhao Kai, you are my brother!"
A "younger brother" has a strong sense of ridicule.
Zhao Kai was furious and without hesitation, he directly picked up the stick and rushed forward.
Zhao Kai's move caused the entire school to move.
One thousand and seventy-two people, like a wave, rushed towards Zhao Huan one after another.
At this moment, all the dignitaries in Jiangxiao Tower stood up and rushed to the window to watch carefully.
Tong Guan and others naturally wanted to see Zhao Huan being beaten until he knelt down and begged for mercy.
Zhu Lian and Zheng Qingyun, on the other hand, had sweaty palms, fearing that Zhao Huan would be in trouble.
Almost at the same time, the fifty soldiers immediately divided their forces and moved out of the way.
Zhao Huan retreated calmly, and then, the ten soldiers at the head of the line raised their large shields and closed them inward, protecting Zhao Huan and forming a defense line made of large shields.
Bang!
Dozens of contestants wearing heavy armor slammed into the big shield, making a deafening noise.
Unfortunately, the shield wall remains impregnable.
Changfu's roar also rang out.
"Hold on, hold on for me!"
The ten leading soldiers held up the big shield with their shoulders. Behind each of them were four comrades, supporting them with their bodies. In addition, they were located in the southwest corner of the school field.
The defense line built by fifty people just blocked the attack of a thousand people.
Outside the shield, dozens of leading contestants were waving sticks, trying to beat the soldiers inside.
As a result, the shield was too high, and the soldiers were bent down, so they couldn't reach it.
They had no choice but to snatch the large shields. Unfortunately, these large shields were tied to the soldiers' arms and could not be pulled away at all.
And the rear was so crowded that it was even impossible to retreat.
Rather than saying that it couldn't be pulled apart, it would be better to say that... both sides directly clamped the large shield.
The school grounds roared loudly, but there was silence in Jiangxiao Tower!
"What happened?! King Ding... blocked the first wave of impact?"
"Fifty people, blocking more than a thousand people? What a joke!"
"Don't... don't panic. This is the benefit of a large shield. If it continues to be used up, King Ding will be defeated."