He felt that if he stepped forward, he would only be beaten.
In this life, he has rarely fought fiercely with others.
But now that he was called, he still stepped forward.
This is not because of his personality, but for him, he cannot bear to be looked down upon.
Of course, this is also related to the months of training in the model camp and being infected by the atmosphere of the model camp.
Here, under strict discipline, young people also have a brave and brave side. Zhu Gaochi's temperament may be completely different from them, but over time, he is not willing to live in a situation where he is always being cared for and cared for.
He stepped out and looked ahead.
Standing in front of him was Uzhige who had come out of the tent.
The two stood still.
Inside the tent, Zhu Di looked outside the tent from a distance, and saw that the person Wu Rige had captured was an unusually powerful man.
But from this distance, he couldn't actually see clearly what his face looked like, so he couldn't help but glance at Zhang Anshi.
Although Zhang Anshi was a little far away, he couldn't see clearly who the burly bear-like person in the distance was.
But after all, he had only met his brother-in-law not long ago, so just by looking at his body shape, he immediately understood who this person was.
At this moment, Zhang Anshi felt bad all over. He felt that his neck was chilly.
In my heart, I just wanted to scold that bastard Zhu Yong for being ignorant, but he actually called out his brother-in-law.
This is the prince of the dynasty. If he is beaten up by the Walas here, will this be considered another form of Tumu Fort Incident?
This is no longer an issue that is insulting to the national constitution. Even if his brother-in-law is even slightly injured, it will be fatal, okay!
At this moment... I really can't save these little brothers. It seems... I can only live in the next life...
He was thinking in a panic when he caught a glimpse of Zhu Di looking towards him.
As a result, I became even more flustered, and hurriedly lowered my head, pretending that the matter had nothing to do with me and that I was just hanging up my head.
All the officials didn't know what was going on, so they all turned their heads to take a look.
The Celestial Empire always wants to keep face. This warrior from Wala is ignorant and made provocative words. Naturally, he has to retaliate.
Although the officials do not like to rely on this to maintain the dignity of the great country, as long as they fight, they will definitely win.
Seeing Zhang Anshi's guilty and strange look, Zhu Di finally said, "Let's get started."
So someone sang: "Order: Begin!"
The voice fell.
Outside the big tent, Wurige roared loudly.
At this time, he was like a cheetah, first intimidating his opponent with his roar, and then like a cheetah ready to attack, he slowly moved around Zhu Gaochi, constantly changing his posture.
He is indeed very professional and is not eager to attack, but wants to find the opponent's weaknesses.
He observed Zhu Gaochi's reaction by changing his posture again and again, trying to find the opponent's flaws in the subtle movements.
But soon, he was overjoyed.
The opponent... actually doesn't seem to be good at wrestling, because... the opponent has flaws everywhere.
In ecstasy, Wurige took a deep breath and tried to suppress the excitement in his heart. He even had some doubts as to whether this was a flaw that the other party deliberately sold.
Zhu Gaochi was still standing, his eyes moving as Wurige kept changing his posture, but his body was a little stiff.
After all, I have never had such a face-to-face confrontation with anyone in my life.
It's just that... deep down in my heart, I still feel the desire to win.
Perhaps...deep in his bones and blood, there was already the wild bloodline of Taizu Emperor Gao and Zhu Di, but it had always been hidden, and now...it was slowly being brought out.
"Ah..." This time, Wurige roared again, and then he rushed in front of Zhu Gaochi.
He acted extremely skillfully, twisting Zhu Gaochi's arm directly with quick eyes and quick hands.
Zhu Gaochi was shocked and was at a loss for the moment.
After all, he is not good at this.
No one has ever trained with me.
Therefore, once Wurige gets close to him, he suddenly doesn't know what to do.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his arm heavy.
As if he was bearing a huge force, Wurig seemed to want to throw him from his back.
Wurige pulled Zhu Gaochi's arm desperately and roared again.
"Uh...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
The sound of this ah ah ah was very majestic and loud at first, but later on, when there were more ahs, the sound began to gradually weaken.
Everyone in the big tent was sweating coldly.
Zhu Di was even more focused on watching. This man named Wurige was indeed a good player, but the captain of the model camp seemed clumsy.
In an instant, Wurige almost lifted Zhu Gaochi directly on his back, and then fell heavily.
Zhu Di's face suddenly became unsightly.
If the captain of the model camp were defeated in one fell swoop, I'm afraid it would really look bad.
Zhang Anshi subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands.
He felt sorry for his brother-in-law and couldn't bear to see his embarrassment.
But often, something unexpected happens to what you think will happen.
It’s just that the sound of ah ah ah has lost its previous momentum.
Uzhige was even out of breath.
Then Wurige discovered that...the big, round-waisted man in front of him was actually so heavy.
Unexpectedly...I can't fall!
Fortunately, Zhu Gaochi was clumsy and did not counterattack, so Wurige immediately squatted down skillfully and subconsciously hugged Zhu Gaochi's legs in an attempt to directly overthrow Zhu Gaochi.
But when he hugged her, his heart suddenly started to feel painful.
These legs are hidden under the robe and skirt and cannot be seen at first glance. Only when you actually hug them do you realize how strong they are.
It's just thick, but the scary thing is that the meat on it is very tight and there is no fat at all.
Wurige was shocked in his heart.
To a certain extent, they are not a heavyweight opponent at all.
Wurige is also quite strong.
And being strong is only for the Oara people. Life in the desert is difficult. Even a warrior like Uzhige has limited nutritional intake. In total, he weighs one hundred thirty or forty pounds. In the eyes of others, he is strong.
As big as a calf.
But unfortunately, he encountered a BUG.
What stood before him was an object that should not exist in this era.
The obesity rate among ancient people was appallingly low, with 90% of people suffering from malnutrition.
And the remaining 10% of people are just of the right size.
As for obese people, they are really rare, maybe not even one in a hundred people.
As for people as fat as Zhu Gaochi, they are rare.
This is actually understandable. The root cause of obesity is, on the one hand, eating a lot of meat and at the same time consuming a lot of sugar.
Regardless of whether it is unlimited meat or high-sugar products, they can be regarded as luxuries in this era, and even well-off families cannot provide them as much as they want.
You know, those who have such a family background are considered to be one in a million, but even those with such a one-in-a-million family background may not actually eat meat and high sugar all day long.
However, Emperor Taizu Gao may have been afraid of poverty, so the meals in the palace of the Ming Dynasty basically followed the pattern of not eating the useless ones, but getting them as fat as possible.
Therefore, Zhu Gaochi almost always grew up in an environment where he had three meals of meat.
That's okay, he also likes to eat sweet and greasy food, which is really adding insult to injury.
If that's all, it actually doesn't count. At most, it's just training a big fat man that even one hundred thousand people might not be able to find.
But... Zhu Gaochi practiced day and night in the model camp for several months.
Over the past few months, the fat on his body has slowly been transformed into real strength.
In later sports games, whether it was boxing, wrestling, or weightlifting, competitions were often conducted in different kilogram categories based on body weight.
This of course makes sense. Competitors of different weight classes cannot compete at all. A 56-kilogram world weightlifting champion can break the world record if he can clean and jerk 168 kilograms.
But in the eyes of the 105-weight class, this 168 kilogram clean and jerk result is childish. If you can't clean and jerk more than 200 kilograms, you are not even qualified to participate.
But now, if Uzhige is the world champion in the 56kg class and has superb skills, what lies in front of him is an opponent far beyond his weight class.
The strength and weight of both sides are actually not on the same level at all.
Wurige only felt that the person in front of him was like an iron tower. He desperately held Zhu Gaochi's legs with both hands, trying desperately to pull the person up, but Zhu Gaochi's legs were still as stable as a mountain, like a wooden stake.
, nailed to the ground.
However, Zhu Gaochi finally made a move after being stunned. He also squatted down subconsciously.
In fact, he had slowly adapted from his confusion, but now he discovered that the so-called warrior in front of him was nothing special, except for the fact that he screamed very loudly.
Hearing the scream that sounded like it was tearing out his throat, he became impatient again.
Not long after, Wurig's face began to turn red and he was panting.
He had exhausted all his strength, but found that there was nothing he could do against the tower-like person in front of him.
So he moved his eyes downward, and then stretched out his legs, trying to hook Zhu Gaochi's feet and trip him up.
But after a hard hook, he staggered instead.
He had never seen anyone so strong in his life.
But at this time, Zhu Gaochi finally slowly mastered the trick.
I saw Zhu Gaochi directly pick up Wurige.
Wurige subconsciously started to hug Zhu Gaochi's body in an attempt to struggle.
But Zhu Gaochi's strength was too great. After all, for a heavyweight like Zhu Gaochi, who weighed only 150 pounds, he didn't have that much energy after constant physical exertion.
Immediately afterwards... Uzhige's legs began to fly into the air.
Wurige was so surprised that he subconsciously kicked his legs towards Zhu Gaochi's legs.
This move clearly demonstrated his professionalism as a wrestler.
However, it was of no use.
The so-called skills and expertise can only be compared under the same conditions of strength.
But Zhu Gaochi didn't have much reaction to this.
Because at this time, Uzhige had been lifted high.
After wrestling to this point, Uzhige was also stunned.
After all, I have wrestled with people in Walabu for so long and met so many opponents, but I have never encountered such a heavyweight opponent.
Zhu Gaochi threw him down hard.
Wurige tried to turn over like a kite so that he could land safely.
But the force of this throw was too great, and he could no longer react.
Boom...
After a loud muffled sound, the world became quiet.
In the sand, Wurige looked like an overturned turtle lying on the ground, unable to move.
The force of this fall was so great that even though he tried to stand up, he felt severe pain in his chest, as if one of his ribs had been broken.
So...he lay flat on his back, not daring to move at all.
Based on the experience of being beaten for many years, he has realized that this time he may be disabled.
"Long live!" At this time, someone burst into cheers.
All this may have only happened in a moment, but it was extremely wonderful. Seeing this, everyone in the model camp subconsciously cheered.
When Zhu Di saw this, he was also overjoyed.
On the contrary, Navara Khan breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, he is not afraid of failure, but rather of winning.
Once Wurige wins, who knows whether the Ming Emperor will be a chicken-hearted person and come to settle the scores in the fall?
Of course, the best result is actually a draw. After all, wrestling is a traditional sport of the Mongols. Such a failure is really shameful.
When Zhang Anshi saw this, his jaw almost dropped.
Only then did he know why his brother-in-law wanted to leave the camp.
I have to say that the three murderers are really loyal. His eldest brother told them to train his brother-in-law well, and they really trained without compromising at all. If something happened, they would really do it.
Zhu Di laughed heartily at this time and said: "Bock is just a small skill after all. In a real big army fighting, individual bravery alone cannot succeed. This is just a show in the army."
He said this slowly, and all the ministers naturally said: "What your Majesty said is absolutely true."
After hearing this, the three Khans of Wala, Tatar and Duoyan were ashamed.
This statement seems to be self-effacing, but in fact it seems to mean that this small entertainment is no longer as good as the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Di was obviously in a very good mood at this time, so he did not hesitate to praise him: "But the model camp has really tried its best. Everyone in this camp has really worked hard. Zhang Qing, you and Zhu Yong, Zhang,
Qiu Song and others all contributed a lot."
Zhang Anshi hurriedly put on a humble look and said: "Your Majesty, I feel ashamed to say that, where did I have any contribution? It was all done by Zhu Yong... I have nothing to do with it."
"You see, Zhang Qing has grown up and has learned to be humble." Zhu Di stroked his beard and laughed with joy in his eyes.
Zhu Di was extremely excited today. On the one hand, it was due to the surrender of the three Mongolian tribes. On the other hand, it was also the model camp that greatly demonstrated the majesty of the Ming Dynasty.
He couldn't help but get excited, and then said: "Come here, call the victorious warrior to come to me, I will reward him well!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Anshi trembled and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, I see...this wrestling is just a show, a trivial skill. I...thought...there was no need to summon him. I just gave him a reward so as not to disturb him."
Your Majesty’s drunkenness.”
All the ministers looked at Zhang Anshi and felt that Zhang Anshi was very different today. He seemed to be more mature and steady than before, and he knew how to be humble.
Zhu Di burst out laughing after hearing this: "What are you talking about? If the soldiers are working hard, why don't they call for rewards in person? It's not Zhang Qing who I want to reward. Why did Zhang Qing refuse?"
Zhang Anshi felt his scalp was numb and kept saying yes, but when Zhu Di wasn't paying attention, he subconsciously retreated to a corner with a look of shame on his face.
At this time, someone sang: "I send you an edict: Invite the victorious warriors to come to you."
Not long after, Zhu Gaochi slowly walked into the tent.
As soon as they came in, the monarchs and ministers all looked at the visitor in unison, but... soon, the smiles on everyone's faces became a little weird.
This person... looks... a little strange.
How should I put it, he looks very familiar, or in other words, extremely familiar.
But who is this person, but it feels unusually strange.
After all, Zhu Gaochi was much 'thinner' than before, and coupled with the drastic change in his spirit, it was hard to tell at first glance.
Even if some people think he does look like Zhu Gaochi, they would never dare to think this way.
At this time, Zhu Gaochi was calm and composed, and he bowed politely and said: "My son, I have seen my father, long live my emperor, long live!"
Having said that, bow down.
This extremely familiar voice was coupled with the sound of "child minister".
Zhu Di suddenly remembered.
Isn't this the prince...
Zhu Di's brain seemed to explode suddenly.
No, how could this be the prince? The prince doesn’t look like this, okay!
This was Zhu Di's first reaction.
But if you think about it carefully, you will know who dares to come to the emperor and pretend to be the first prince?
So Zhu Di calmed down, looked straight at his son who had become different in front of him and said, "Are you Zhu Gaochi?"
Zhu Gaochi looked frightened, and then said: "My son is Zhu Gaochi!"
After hearing this answer, it would be a bit too much if he could no longer recognize his son.
So Zhu Di hurriedly rushed forward, helped Zhu Gaochi up, who was like a big bear, and then continued to look at him carefully with his eyes straight.
If you look closely, aren't these facial features that of his son Zhu Gaochi?
At this moment, Zhu Di roared: "Who is it that fucked him? Who taught the prince to wrestle with others? Does he still have any royal skills?"
Zhu Di's eyes flashed fiercely as he searched the tent.
Then he discovered that Zhang Anshi, who was jumping around in front of him just now, seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
He frowned and glanced at the ministers.
The ministers turned their heads away as much as possible, as if trying to hide their inner shock.