Chapter 289 It Looks Like There Are Cockroaches Underfoot
A large group of people followed Li Guolou to watch the fun. Cheng Kun said softly: "Captain Li is wrestling with the Mongolians, isn't he seeking death?"
Li Guolou smiled and said: "Team deputy, what does it matter? There is no place to vent your anger."
"That's true!" The people next to him laughed heartily. Some were a little embarrassed, some were complacent, and all kinds of people had their own ways of solving problems.
On the farm, there were crowds of spectators standing around. Li Guolou took off his outer robe and threw it to Cheng Kun. He then untied his belt and handed the belt and pistol to the guard Liu Yu. He quickly put his braid on his head.
Staring at Battelle, he said: "Bat'er, I only give you one chance, win two out of three games."
Battle smiled bitterly and said: "Captain Li, this is the only piece of clothing I have. If it's damaged, you have to pay for it."
When Li Guolou saw that there were no women around him, he said angrily: "Come shirtless." As he spoke, he took off his clothes, revealing his powerful muscles, allowing others to see his bulging and strong muscles. Li Guolou was wearing clothes and others still looked at him.
You can't feel the strength of his body. After taking off his clothes, the boxer's body made the people next to him exclaim.
Battelle looked at the bulging muscles on Li Guolou's body with envy, took off his clothes, and said: "Captain Li, I don't have enough to eat, and I can't use 50% of my strength. I'm taking advantage of you."
"Humph, don't say such cowardly things, come on!" Li Guolou did not learn how to wrestle and jump like the Mongolians. He felt like a flea. The front-wheel drive leaned forward, opened his arms, and stared at Battle with fierce eyes.
When Barthel was still hesitant, he wanted to do the dance moves before Mongolian wrestling, such as the soaring goshawk, the galloping lion, and the entrenched tiger. Li Guolou rushed forward like a hungry tiger and a sheep, and with one move of the grappling hand, he grabbed it with his left hand.
With his arm and right hand, Battle grabbed Battle's belt. He turned around and threw a big backpack with force, throwing Battle to the ground.
"Okay, okay!" The people around him cheered happily and excitedly, and the applause lasted for a long time. Li Guolou laughed loudly, clasped his fists and greeted the people around him. If you win, you will win beautifully.
Battle jumped up and said angrily: "Captain Li, why are you acting like a rogue? Mongolian wrestling is not like this."
Li Guolou said without hesitation: "Battle, if you lose, don't make excuses. If you don't show off, wouldn't it be Mongolian wrestling? There are still two rounds left, so you can take care of yourself."
Battelle muttered something in Mongolian that no one could understand, but Li Guolou could tell that Battelle was calling him a despicable person.
In the second game, Li Guolou had no chance to sneak attack. The two stared at each other fiercely, circled around to find each other's loopholes, crouched down, and put strength into their two legs. The four arms were mixed together, and the strength and weight of
The perfect combination, the use of clever strength and brutal strength, is vividly reflected in Mongolian wrestling.
Li Guolou put his arm on Battelle's arm, and felt that the other person had a lot of strength. He couldn't break it or pull him. His four legs were hooking each other, trying to knock him down. The pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and he felt like there was a big mountain pressing on him.
, a big difference compared to strength.
Battle was not lacking in strength, and wanted to use his majestic body to forcefully eat Li Guolou. His arms were full of strength, and he pinned Li Guolou firmly under him. Sweat flowed from his forehead, and neither of the two strong men was willing to give in.
step.
"Come on, come on;;;;;;;" The people around were cheering for Li Guolou and shouting desperately. The situation was in danger and Li Guolou was at a disadvantage.
"Hook your feet, hook your feet!" The people next to him helped Li Guolou, but they didn't consider that Li Guolou had hooked his opponent's feet, but he didn't move at all. The instability of the foot plate would be dangerous. Li Guolou was in harm's way this time.
own.
Battle took advantage of the situation and moved up, using his hands to push hard and his feet to stumble. Li Guolou was originally unstable, and it was not easy to hold on until now. Now he couldn't stand it any longer, and his heels became weak.
He flew out and fell to the ground.
"Hey, hey, hey!" The people around him beat their chests and felt sorry for Li Guolou, who still lost after enduring for so long.
"Bah!" Regardless of his image, Li Guolou spat in his palms, rubbed his palms together, and said, "Okay, I have a lot of stupid strength, this time I'm going to do some tricks, stupid guy, be careful."
"Hehehehehe! Captain Li, you must keep your word." Battelle naturally danced the Mongolian dance, swaying three times, letting the people around him see his heroic appearance like an eagle.
Why did he lose the last round? I underestimated Battle, thinking that the opponent was thin and not very strong. I never thought that the Mongolians were born with supernatural power. It was impossible to win with brute force. This time Li Guolou changed his tactics and no longer looked like
Just like a bull, he butts the opponent when he comes up. Instead, he swims for a while, takes a few more breaths, regains his strength, and prepares to win by cleverness.
The two of them were mixed together, their arms touching each other, and then forcefully separating. Both sides were cautious and did not dare to be careless. Their eyes were fixed on each other's every move, and the enemy changed and I changed, for a moment and a half, regardless of high or low.
Li Guolou turned a deaf ear to the advice of the people next to him. He was hurt badly in the last round, so he had to strike out steadily this round.
Li Guolou refused to attack and was walking around in the field. Battelle couldn't help it. He attacked first and grabbed Li Guolou's shoulders. He twisted his four arms together. Without strength and weight, he couldn't wrestle.
Li Guolou weighs more than 30 kilograms more than before. Although he is more than ten centimeters shorter than Battle, he still has an advantage in weight. But no one can match the Mongolian talent. When wrestling with the Mongolian, Li Guolou has the upper hand. In terms of strength,
His disadvantages and proficiency in Mongolian wrestling allowed Li Guolou to block left and right, trying every means to avoid falling into the opponent's trap. Even if the opponent showed a flaw, Li Guolou did not dare to rush and hit him.
If you try hard and see if you can't get any advantage, you'll give up the active attack.
"Yeah! Captain Li, he's a good piece of material!" Battelle went around in circles, but didn't dare to finish it in one go. Li Guolou had a lot of strength. I was annoyed by Li Guolou's cunning. After he was shirtless, there was no place for him to put his hands on. There were so many Mongolians.
Since he couldn't perform the wrestling movements, the opportunity to defeat the enemy with one move was wasted.
Li Guolou breathed heavily and said: "Battle admits defeat. With these few tricks, you will show your face during the warm-up at the Naadam Conference."
"Don't look down on people!" Battelle was angry. His body was not suitable for wrestling. He was too tall and had a high center of gravity. He was easily knocked down by his opponent, but his strength was not inferior to anyone else. Unfortunately, he was not full, so his strength was only
Can perform 50%.
The two of them were fighting together like a bullfight, with a perfect combination of strength and skills. The people around them shouted. The one-sided shouting made Li Guolou rush towards the stupid big man in front of him like a beaten bull.
Battle.
Under the sun, their faces were covered with sweat. Their hands were open, wary of each other, circling and holding each other, looking for gaps in each other.
Li Guolou rushed forward, and the two struggled together. Sometimes they fought each other with their best strength, and sometimes they kicked each other's calves to trip them up. The fighting scene was extremely fierce, and there were shouts all around.
When the book was put to use, Fang Henshao found that Li Guolou was not familiar with Mongolian wrestling movements and could not withstand the opponent's changeable movements. He was dwarfed by the left and right, and was led by Battle. His steps were messed up. He wanted to break away from the opponent's control, but he couldn't.
My arms can no longer break free.
Li Guolou was shaking garlic at his feet. He was already shaky, and he wanted to use the other party's body as a support point. Unexpectedly, Battelle flipped his arm and hugged Li Guolou's waist. The two big men hugged him tightly.
"Plop!" With a sound, Li Guolou and Battelle fell to the ground together. "Hey!" The people around him sighed in frustration, and Li Guolou was pinned down by Battelle.
But the scene was very strange. Instead, Battelle shouted: "Captain Li, spare my life, my hand is broken!"
I saw Li Guolou resorting to classical wrestling moves, splitting muscles and bones, and using reverse joints to subdue Battle.
"Hahahaha!" Li Guolou didn't feel ashamed at all. He patted the dust on his trousers, took the clothes and put them on, and said: "Battle, you are still a little young, but you are okay. I am here today
I'm glad, I'll treat you to a table of food at noon, and follow me from now on."
Battle's face turned red and he said unwillingly: "Captain Li, you are acting like a rogue."
"Hey, Battle, you are ignorant. This is called Greco-Roman wrestling. You can fall to the ground and turn defeat into victory. With the advancement of the times, your Mongolian wrestling has fallen behind." How could Li Guolou admit defeat and be embarrassed in front of so many people? He
It makes sense. The police officers usually train in classical wrestling. The form of Mongolian wrestling is greater than the content, so it is not suitable for actual combat.
Battelle was still unwilling to accept it and asked: "Sir Li, am I a farmhand or your follower?"
"Battle, I've invited you to eat on the table. You're stupid!" Li Guolou liked this silly guy very much. Race is an innate advantage. People in the Qing Dynasty ate whole grains, mare's milk, and beef and mutton.
The Mongols were several times behind.
"Hey hey hey hey!" Battelle was not stupid. He laughed and sang happily. He danced Mongolian dance shirtless, swaying his body, swinging his arms, and jumping around as if there were cockroaches under his feet, letting others see how much Mongolians love singing and dancing.
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Everyone around was laughing. They thought this Mongolian slave was quite cute, and there was nothing scary about the slave mark on Battle's face.
Li Guolou walked with his head lowered and did not speak. Everyone has a past. Battelle is definitely not as simple and kind as he seems. Anyone who can escape from the vast prairie is just a wild wolf. There are no kind people around him, so what does it matter? He is not
He will ask about Barter's past, and he doesn't care about a person's past. A bad woman, a poisonous spider, sleeps next to him, and a bad man can be accepted as a follower. Of course, he is not a good person. Birds of a feather flock together, what will happen in the future?
What will happen? Washing hands in a golden basin is an unchanging truth.
Li Guolou returned to the backyard, took a shower, changed a set of clothes, and waited for the braid to dry before running out. He walked to the dining room and saw that Battelle had already eaten, drank a lot of beef, and held a bottle without any scruples.
The leg of lamb was being gnawed. Several guards stood aside and watched this "cow man" eating and drinking with their eyes wide open. They couldn't believe that there was such a big-bellied man in the world.
Li Guolou smiled and said: "Team deputy, why are you staring? How much has Battle eaten?"
"Hey!" Cheng Kun sighed: "Captain Li, you have been fooled, Battle has already turned over the table and is eating!"
"Ah!" Li Guolou turned his head and looked at the table. It turned out that the kitchen person wanted to see how much Battelle could eat. He had already turned the table over for Battelle to eat. This foodie could eat him in poverty. Fortunately, he was a magic hunter and had the foresight.
, said he would only feed Barter four full meals a month.
"Hey hey hey!" Battle opened his big mouth, his lips were greasy, and the mutton in his mouth spurted out. He smiled stupidly at Li Guolou, filling his appetite with no intention of stopping.
Li Guolou didn't dare to look and said anxiously: "Barter, eat slowly. If you don't eat to death, you will be cruel." After saying that, Li Guolou left the dining room, preferring to have lunch in the kitchen rather than sit with this bastard and eat mutton.