Chapter 032 Left-handed (supplement)

Wang Qiang, who came back, stood next to his master again. Suddenly, he seemed a little helpless and sad, and felt that he could not easily laugh with his subordinates. One of my own jokes may be recognized by my subordinates as that. He thought, is this the tragedy of being a "leader"? Although the people on the ring are fighting for life and death, it does not affect his good mood. Lin Zimo, who is not cold-blooded, knows that this is a process, just like his deep senses are difficult to go.

There were ten life-and-death duels in the ring, with six deaths and eight injuries. Of the ten victorious people, only five were not in the lottery, and the remaining five had different degrees of injury. Whether it is life or death, there is no disability for the time being. For the deceased, did Lin Zimo have made arrangements in advance, or prepared a thin coffin for them as the last gift for them. As long as the "participants" have not been cut off, they can get free treatment from the military.

Lin Zimo, who was a little tired, paused the ring test, then got up and moved his limbs several times and said, "Wang Qiang is a master, and Wen Xuan is extremely cold at a high place. I'm a low-handed person, and it should not affect the selection of manpower.

Zhao Wenxuan, who heard something in his words, did not dare to be careless at all and quickly dissuade him, "Since my brother doesn't allow us to go to the ring, then don't go. After all, the important task of the whole Xunzhou government depends on you to pay attention to it. The sword has no eyes. It would be really bad if he hurt his brother.

"I just went to the ring to move my muscles and bones a little." While doing warm-up exercise, Lin Zimo smiled resolutely and said, "My buttocks are sitting in pain. If they don't show their hands in front of them, I'm afraid they won't really make up their minds to rely on our two brothers. If you are really worried, then stand next to the ring and supervise the battle.

"The master is the body of a daughter, and you can't take risks." Wang Qiang, who stood up in a hurry, sincerely cared about him.

"You, Wenxuan, and I have never been born and died together. There is no need to worry too much about me. I only play one game, and I will never play more." Lin Zimo said in a self-deprecating tone, "If I am really killed by one of them, I can completely explain this stinky skin. It is said that it may not be possible to get a thousand gold body in the next life.

"I'll still go." Seeing Zhao Wenxuan, who was ineffective in dissuasion, he was still relieved and said, "Brother, supervise the war next to you."

"If you stand in the ring, it's not a move or a life. Although the thin coffin I prepared is cheap, it still needs money to buy it back. Lin Zimo said without exaggeration: "I order you as a magistrate, and there is no need to say more. You two are only allowed to watch the battle, and you are not allowed to come up to help the battle. Wen Xuan, you have to believe that the martial arts you have taught me are not fancy, and Wang Qiang, you have to believe that the master's strength will not be killed or injured so easily.

Seeing that he had issued an order, he reluctantly took the order. Lin Zimo, who walked down from the platform, slowly came to the barracks book office that signed the life-and-death document, took a life-and-death document, picked up the brush and signed his name on it. Seeing his move, he was immediately dumbfounded and looked up at the thousands of adults behind him.

"Just do what Lin Zhifu wants." Zhao Wenxuan, who seemed as helpless as him, gave an order.

If you don't dare to talk too much, you have to follow the boss's wishes. He really doesn't understand what the magistrate thinks? Once on the ring, one foot can step into the coffin, and the other foot can step into the Hall of the King of God at any time. When he saw that Zhao Qianhu didn't say anything, he didn't want to find bad luck. Although he is not a stream, he knows how to survive as a petty official.

Lin Zimo, who squatted down, pulled out a dagger in his left boot, then slowly stood up and pulled out one from a large number of life-and-death documents that had been pressed with fingerprints. I have chosen my opponent, so I wait for the arrangement of the book office. A thin man with two hands followed the rules and stood on the ring first, waiting for his opponent.

Lin Zimo, who felt good, walked up the ring without hurry. When he went up, everyone at the scene was dumbfounded and became silent in an instant. After all, they all knew his true identity. Whether in the Ming Dynasty or in any feudal dynasty, killing officials by the people is a serious crime of raiding the family and destroying the family. Seeing his opponent's thin man, he couldn't laugh bitterly. He felt that he could only choose to be killed, otherwise the lives of the whole clan would be lost. Even if he risked his life, even if he won, he would not escape from the barracks alive. The thin man who didn't think much about it anymore felt that his life was really bitter gourd in Huanglian, which was even more bitter.

Zhao Wenxuan and Wang Qiang chose to stare in one direction for fear that Lin Zimo would be in danger. They have made a decision for a long time. Once they find that the situation is wrong, they will take action immediately. At that time, they will not care about the rules and fairness. After all, the rules and fairness here are formulated by Zhao Wenxuan.

Zhao Wenxuan wants to say that fairness is fair, and if he wants to say that it is unfair, it is unfair. On his territory, everyone except Lin Zimo must abide by it. Standing under the ring, he took a crossbow sent by his confidant, and could pull the trigger at any time and shoot into the heart of the thin man. In fact, he now wants to pull the trigger in his hand to shoot the thin man first.

Zhao Wenxuan, who was still restless, ordered people to transfer the firearms, bows and arrows and good hands in the strong crossbows and stood around the ring. They picked up the weapons in their hands and aimed at the thin man one after another. Wang Qiang, who stood on the other side, did not pull out the knife at his waist to prepare to rush up, but also chose to use a strong crossbow. After all, this thing can win more time for life and death. You can die, but the owner can't make any mistakes.

For this situation, fools can see what the result is like. Standing on the ring, a thin man with two knives has the possibility of being beaten into a sieve and shot into a hedgehog at any time. As soon as he moved half a step, he was aimed at him by Zhao Wenxuan and others with the guy in his hand, which made him have to retract his feet that had just been stretched out.

looked around Lin Zimo and knew that they were for their own safety, but they still ordered harshly: "You all withdraw from me, or the military law will do it."

They didn't dare to disobey, so they had to move slowly and step back little by little. However, their attention and weapons in their hands are still aimed at the thin man standing on the ring. In this situation, Lin Zimo knows that he will win, and he has no honor to dare. After all, it is difficult for his opponent not to be distracted.

The thin man who put down his knives, knelt on the ground, held his fists and said, "A villain can never fight with adults."

After a brief speech, he didn't think much about it. After all, everything he should have thought has been measured. The thin man picked up a knife, stood up, and was about to touch his neck to commit suicide. He decided that it was better to kill himself than to let the whole family be killed by the court.

Lin Zimo, who was quick-eyed, threw out the dagger in his hand, bounced away the steel knife in his hand and said, "Slow down."

He was stunned by the thin man and knelt down again and said, "Please be merciful, so that I can die with dignity and dignity."

Lin Zimo saw that he was not very much like a low-class person with no taste and no virtue, "Tell me, what's your name?"

"The villain's cheap name is Wang, and he ranks sixth at home, so he is called Wang Xiaoliu." Wang Xiaoliu, who didn't get up, said sincerely.

"Okay, I remember your name." Lin Zimo smiled and said, "I hope you can win ten games and become one of my personal defenders."

After saying that, he approached Wang Xiaoliu, bent down to pick up his special dagger, and then patted him on the shoulder to show encouragement and expectation. Lin Zimo, who knew that there was no play, turned around and walked down the ring at a uniform speed. Zhao Wenxuan and Wang Qiang, who stood under the stage, breathed a sigh of complete relief, and the sergeants with long-range weapons withdrew in an orderly manner after receiving their own orders from Lord Qianhu.

Lin Zimo, who sat back on the main seat of the platform, said calmly, "Do you two have so little confidence in me?"

Zhao Wenxuan, who sat down, said seriously, "Please put the overall situation first and don't be interested for a moment."

Lin Zimo washed the dagger in his hand and inserted it back into his boots and frankly accepted his suggestion, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Although there was no fight, it had a shocking effect. In the minds of this large group of children, the magistrate can personally sign a life-and-death contract and fight in the ring, which is enough to show that their future master will not be a soft egg and a coward. Some warriors who wanted to get a handful of silver still followed Lin Zimo.

Wang Xiaoliu, who had been moved, picked up his hands again and stood on the ring, waiting for his real opponent to appear. After the book office personally sent the life and death documents signed by Lin Zimo and handed them over to Zheng, they returned to the original position and randomly arranged an opponent with a long gun for Wang Xiaoliu.

Wang Xiaoliu, who had a goal and pursuit, took the initiative to rush up when he reported each other's name and place of origin. The long gunman, who was in an attack posture, stabbed his lower abdomen, but saw that he blocked his opponent's long gun with a long knife in his right hand, and then hit the opponent's door with the long knife in his left hand. With a scream, the long gunman fell to the ground and died.

Zhao Wenxuan, who had drunk a sip of tea, did not feel any brilliance or surprise and casually said, "Left-handed."

Wang Qiang, who saw it clearly, decided that Wang Xiaoer's martial arts were still sloppy. I measured it objectively and felt that Wang Xiaoer really wanted to start with his master. I'm afraid that the person who fell on the ring would still be him.