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 playing wrestling with the Mongols. Aren't you 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 people were a little embarrassed. Some people were complacent. All kinds of people have their own ways of solving problems.
At 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 tied his braid around his head. Staring at Battelle, he said: "Bat'er, I only give you one chance. Win two out of three."
Battle smiled bitterly and said: "Captain Li, this is the only piece of clothing I have. 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 muscles. Li Guolou was wearing clothes. I still couldn't feel the strength of his figure. After taking off his clothes, his body was like a boxer's, which made the people next to him exclaim in amazement.
Battelle looked at the bulging muscles on Li Guolou's body with envy. He took off his clothes and said, "Captain Li, I can't eat enough and I can't use 50% of my strength. I'm giving you an advantage."
"Hmph. Don't say such cowardly things. Come on." Li Guolou did not learn how the Mongolians wrestled and jumped up and down. He felt like a flea. The front driver 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 an eagle soaring, a lion galloping, and a tiger entrenched. Li Guolou, a hungry tiger and a sheep, pounced on him. He used a grappling move and grabbed it with his left hand. Battle's arm and right hand grabbed Battle's belt. He turned around and used a big backpack, throwing Battle to the ground.
"Okay, okay, okay." The people around him cheered cheerfully and excitedly. They clapped for a long time. Li Guolou laughed loudly and clasped his fists to greet 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, don't make excuses if you lose. If you don't show off, it won't be Mongolian wrestling. There are still two rounds. 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, circling around to find each other's loopholes. They squatted and put power into their two legs. The four arms were mixed together. The combination of strength and weight The perfect combination, the use of skillful strength and brutal strength, is vividly reflected in Mongolian wrestling.
Li Guolou put his arm on Battelle's arm. He felt that the other person had a lot of strength. He couldn't break it or pull him back. His four legs were hooking each other, trying to knock him down. The pressure was getting bigger and bigger. He felt like there was a big mountain pressing on him. .A big difference compared to the strength.
Battle's body was not lacking in strength. He wanted to use his majestic body to forcefully eat Li Guolou. His arms were full of strength. He pinned Li Guolou firmly under his body. Sweat flowed from his forehead. 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. Li Guolou was at a disadvantage.
"Hook your feet. Hook your feet." The people next to him helped Li Guolou. He didn't take into account that Li Guolou had hooked the opponent's feet, but they didn't move at all. If the lower plate was unstable, it would be dangerous. Li Guolou was in harm's way this time. own.
Battle took advantage of the situation and moved up. He pressed forward with his body. He exerted force with his hands and tripped up his feet. Li Guolou's base plate was originally unstable. It was not easy to hold on until now. He couldn't stand it any longer. His heels became weak and he collapsed. He flew out and fell to the ground.
"Hey, hey, hey." The people around him beat their chests and felt sorry for Li Guolou. He had endured it for so long and still lost.
"Bah." Li Guolou ignored his image and spat in his palms. Rubbing his palms together, he said: "Okay. I have a lot of stupid strength. I'm going to do some tricks this time. Silly guy. Be careful."
"Hey, hey, hey, Captain Li, you have to keep your word." Battelle naturally danced the Mongolian dance, swaying three times, letting the people around him see his heroic posture like an eagle.
Why did he lose the last round? I underestimated Battle. I thought the opponent was thin and not very strong. I never thought that Mongolians are born with supernatural power. It is impossible to win with brute strength. This time Li Guolou changed his tactics. He was no longer like that. Just like a bull, you go up against the opponent. Instead, swim for a while, take a few more breaths, recover your strength, and prepare to win by cleverness.
The two of them were mixed together. Their arms touched each other, and then they separated forcefully. Both sides were cautious and did not dare to be careless. Their eyes were fixed on each other's every move. The enemy changed and I changed. For a while, no distinction was made between high and low.
Li Guolou turned a deaf ear to the advice of the people next to him. He was harmed miserably in the last round. This round he must strike out steadily.
Li Guolou refused to attack. He wandered around the field. Battle couldn't help it anymore. He attacked first. He grabbed Li Guolou's shoulders and twisted his four arms together. Without strength and weight, he couldn't wrestle. Li Guolou weighs more than thirty 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 Mongolians, Li Guolou has the upper hand. In terms of strength, Due to his disadvantages and proficiency in Mongolian wrestling, Li Guolou was forced 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. Try your best to see if you can't gain any advantage, then give up the active attack.
"Yeah, Captain Li, he's a good piece of material." Battelle went around in circles, but he didn't dare to finish it in one go. Li Guolou had a lot of strength. He was annoyed by Li Guolou's cunning. After he was shirtless, there was no place for him to hold hands with. There were so many Mongolians. He couldn't do the wrestling moves. The opportunity to defeat the enemy with one move was wasted.
Li Guolou breathed heavily and said: "Battle, give up. Just these few tricks. You will only show your face during the warm-up at Naira Naadam Conference."
"Don't look down on people." Battelle was angry. His figure is not suitable for wrestling. He is too tall and has a high center of gravity. He is easily knocked down by his opponent. But his strength is not inferior to anyone. Unfortunately, he is not full, which makes his strength only Can perform 50%.
The two people were fighting together like a bullfight. The perfect combination of strength and skills. The people around them shouted. The shouts were overwhelming. Li Guolou was like a beaten bull, rushing towards the stupid big man in front of him. 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. The two struggled together. Sometimes they fought each other with their best strength. Sometimes they kicked each other's calves to trip them up. The fighting scene was extremely fierce. There were shouts from all around.
When the book came to use, Fang Henshao was not familiar with Mongolian wrestling movements. He could not withstand the opponent's changeable movements. He was dwarfed by the left and right. He was led by Battle. His steps were messed up. He wanted to break away from the opponent's control. But My arms can no longer break free.
Li Guolou stood at his feet. He was already shaky. He wanted to use the opponent's body as a support point. Unexpectedly, Battelle flipped his arm and hugged Li Guolou's waist. The two big men hugged each other tightly.
"Plop." With a sound, Li Guolou and Battelle fell to the ground together. "Hey." The people around him sighed in frustration. Li Guolou was pinned down by Battelle.
But the scene was very strange. Instead, Battelle shouted: "Captain Li, spare your life. My hand is broken."
I saw Li Guolou using Greco-Roman 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 and took the clothes. While putting on his clothes, he said: "Barter, you are still a little young, but it's okay. I'm here today. I'm very happy. I'll treat you to a table of food at noon. I'll follow you later."
Battle's face turned purple. 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. Keep up with the times. Your Mongolian wrestling is behind the times." How could Li Guolou admit defeat and be embarrassed in front of so many people? It makes sense. The police officers usually train in classical wrestling. The form of Mongolian wrestling is greater than the content. It is not suitable for actual combat.
Battelle was still unwilling to accept it and asked: "Sir Li, then 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." Battelle was not stupid. He laughed and sang happily. He danced Mongolian dance shirtless. He swayed his body and swung his arms. He jumped around as if there were cockroaches under his feet. Let others see how much Mongolians like singing and dancing. .
Everyone around was laughing. They thought this Mongolian slave was quite cute. 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. A person who can escape from the vast prairie is just a wild wolf. There are no kind people around him. What does it matter? He doesn't I will ask about Battle’s past. I don’t care about a person’s past. Bad women and poisonous spiders sleep beside him. Bad men serve as followers. I can accept it calmly. Of course, he is not a good person. Birds of a feather flock together. What will happen in the future? What has become? 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. When he walked to the dining room, he saw that Battle had already eaten, drank a lot of beef, and took one without any scruples. The leg of lamb was being gnawed. Several guards stood aside, staring wide-eyed at this "cow man" eating and drinking. 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 to look at the table. It turned out that the people in the kitchen wanted to see how much Battelle could eat. They had already turned the table over for Battelle to eat. This foodie could make him poor. Fortunately, he was a magic hunter and had the foresight. . He said that he would only feed Barter four times a month.
"Hey hey hey." Battle opened his mouth wide. His lips were greasy. The mutton in his mouth spurted out. He smiled stupidly at Li Guolou and satiated his appetite. He had no intention of stopping.
Li Guolou didn't dare to look. He said anxiously: "Battle, you eat slowly. If you don't eat to death, you are cruel." After saying that, Li Guolou left the dining room. He would rather have lunch in the kitchen than sit with this bastard and eat mutton. .