At this time, the tribal general came over and said something loudly to Yelu Xuegu.

Translator ** walked over at Xiao Du's instructions and explained to Lin Feng: "This person is Li Yansu, the judge of the Jiedu of the Yaoli Division of the Xi clan. He said that he was careless just now and was deceived by Lord Lin and asked to compare again."

Yelu Xuegu glared at Li Yansu and said loudly: "Victory means victory, defeat means defeat! Who will give you a second chance on the battlefield?! Retreat!"

Lin Feng was a little dissatisfied and stepped forward to explain: "Although they were the first to sprint, we were indeed a little surprised, and both sides could only be considered equal!"

Yelu Xuegu looked at the thirty or forty Xi soldiers lying on the ground and shook his head, "These people of the Xi tribe are used to being arrogant on weekdays and think they are the second best in the world. It's better to let them suffer. How can we compete?"

Lin Feng smiled, pointed to the dark sky, then pointed to the brothers behind him, and said boldly: "It's not too late, both sides can choose three soldiers to catch each other and discuss it?"

"Mr. Lin is really refreshing! Otherwise, we will choose three people to perform swords, archery, and riding competitions?" Yelu Xuegu was not good at slapping, and he suddenly used three tricks to dominate the military. In his opinion, in addition to the swordsmanship, it may be a bit unstoppable, archery and riding are naturally invincible in the world and will definitely win!

Lin Feng naturally would not be afraid of him, so he agreed immediately.

After simple discussion, the two sides quickly discussed and passed the rules of the game, order of the game, etc. Both sides turned around and returned to the team to pick people.

Lin Feng is easy to deal with, and the riding coach of the special warrior is naturally the special warrior's riding coach Shang Chengren. He is privately called "Shang Luoluo" because of his two extremely obvious roving legs; the sword fighter is naturally Lin Renzhao, who claims to be the first sword master in the team; only archery skills have caused a little controversy. Qin Hansheng, Rao Xingyu, and Luo Xing all volunteered and pointed out the "small shortcomings" that others cannot ignore. In the end, Lin Feng had to click Qin Hansheng's general.

The palace tent army took action sharply, found firewood from surrounding shops, and even unloaded wooden doors or wooden boards. Twelve bonfires quickly ignited on both sides of the road. The raging fire shone on the thick snow, making the entire street brighter as daytime.

The first item is a riding competition. Ten soldiers were produced on each side, and they stood in the same shape of human-shaped pile formations along both sides of the street. The contestants on both sides picked up a horse, drove their pedals through the twisted and crooked human-stakes, and finally slashed the felt hat on the head of the last teammate with a knife to see who finished it first. In a word, this not only tests the rider's horse-control and knife skills, but also tests the courage of his teammates.

At the same time, the soldiers from both sides each rushed to the side of their contestants and clapped desperately to cheer.

"Woo..." A palace tent army blew the low horn horn. After three sounds, Shang Chengren and a slightly thin palace tent army activate the horse at the same time, and rushed forward at the same time, staring at the team members in front of them, flexibly driving the horse forward.

When Lin Feng saw the two of them's horse posture, he immediately sighed. The innate professional riders were different from the acquired excellent players! The small players of the Gongshang Army shook their bodies with the horses. In fact, they used their entire bodies to continuously fine-tune the direction of the horses. The reins in their hands basically rarely used force. In contrast, Shang Chengren's body was obviously a little stiff, and he relied more on the reins in his hands to control the direction and speed, and the height was determined between details.

After passing three people's stakes, Shang Chengren was already behind the horse's head. In desperation, he exerted force under his feet and bounced his horse's body. The deviated horse's buttocks and tail swept away a special soldier on the right from the original position, while the other party passed through the stakes with great ease. From this point of view, it was confirmed that he would lose.

When Shang Chengren was anxious, beads of sweat as big as beans began to burst out on his forehead, his feet became more forceful, and he touched his two teammates one after another.

Just after the nine people stakes, Shang Chengren was already behind a horse's position. Seeing that the opponent's rider had already used his knife and was about to cut off the felt hat, Shang Chengren was anxious and kicked the saddle with his right leg and bounced out of the horse. The man swung the knife in the air, almost cutting off the felt hat from the last teammate's head at the same time.

Yelu Xuegu laughed over, raised his hands and showed the two and a half felt hats that fell on the snow, and said to Lin Feng: "The two sides took action at the same time, regardless of order. This game is considered a draw!"

Lin Feng immediately shook his head and admitted defeat: "We first bumped into the human, and finally the human bounced off the horse's body. No matter how you calculate it, you will lose."

Yelu Xuegu laughed and said, "Mr. Lin is open and honest! Okay, listen to Mr. Lin!"

Hearing this result, all the Khitans present shouted wildly. The men here were very calm and prepared for the next competition slowly. Lin Feng pulled Lin Renzhao over and quietly reminded him.

The second game is sword technique. Both sides stipulate that the winner will be decided within 100 moves, and more than 100 moves will be considered a draw. Lin Renzhao's opponent is a burly man with a slightly bent steel knife with a blade.

Lin Renzhao calmed down his daily madness and stared at the other party with great solemnity. The man grinned, and the man jumped high, and pressed down with force. Before the person arrived, his momentum arrived first, and the sword wind had slightly blown the flying snow on the ground.

"Good come!" Lin Renzhao snorted coldly, shook his body to the right, and swung his knife with both hands and slashed at the other party's blade.

A very unpleasant sound of a steel knife biting came. Just as the other party was surprised that his steel blade seemed to be damaged, Lin Renzhao's hand trembled slightly, and he had already drawn his sword and began to counterattack. The knife seemed to be condensed, and his momentum was like a tiger. One knife was tight like a knife, forcing the big man to retreat involuntarily.

The sound of ding-and-dangling sounds continued, and the man's face became more and more surprised. The iron sword he had in his hand that was refined from the Khitan tribe had been cut all over. If this continues, the blade will be broken and he will definitely lose by then.

The big man roared wildly, suddenly changed his move, used the sword as a sword, and mainly stabbed and picked it, striving to avoid Lin Renzhao's sharp blade. Lin Renzhao laughed strangely, and the sword force circled, turning circles in front of him, wrapping the big man's sword in, and the sound of the two swords fighting each other came out like a rain.

After a few moves, with a clang, the harsh iron sword finally couldn't hold on and broke into two pieces. Lin Renzhao suddenly stepped further and placed the blade between the big man's neck. At this time, both sides had only passed more than forty moves.

In the second game, Datang won!

This result made Lin Fengfang cheer and made Khitan all cold. The Han's force ranks among the top three in the palace tent army, and he was defeated easily. The scene that originally thought he could win three games in a row actually started one-to-one!

Yelu Xuegu's face changed drastically. He walked up and carried Lin Renzhao's steel knife to look closely. He found that there were only six or seven more cracks on it. His expression was immediately surprised. What kind of knife is this? It was so sharp, it was really a magic weapon!

Lin Feng walked over with a smile and asked if the third game could be started. Yelu Xuegu reluctantly let go of the steel knife and nodded in agreement.

The third game is archery. Each side carries three pots of arrows, shooting fixed targets, swimming targets and ranger targets respectively.

The Khitan Swordsman was a dumb man who had been squinting his eyes slightly. He glanced at Qin Hansheng and walked steadily behind the markings on the snow.

Qin Hansheng sighed, walked forward, stood side by side with the archer, gently moving his left and right fingers.

The first round of ten arrows is a fixed target, a target that is a hundred steps away. It is already very difficult to see it in the night, but in the eyes of the two sharp shooters, this is not a problem at all. The two of them glanced at them and quickly took action, shooting out the beaded arrows.

Two targets were taken over, and the Khitan archer shot all ten arrows into the target, and the arrows were evenly surrounded, just like a neatly blooming grass balls growing on the target, while the ten arrows that Qin Hansheng formed a small circle at the bull's eye, with only a little left in the middle and shot the last arrow. In the first round, the two sides were evenly matched.

The wonderful archery performance made the bystanders cheer softly, and immediately calmed down and waited for the second round of the game.

The second round began. Also a hundred steps away, two randomly selected soldiers turned the target in front of them at the same speed. The two shot out ten more arrows, and the arrows were also in the middle of the bull's heart. However, this time, the two arrows all seemed messy when they landed, but the game was still equal.

The third round of the decision to win and lose came, and everyone held their breath, and only the crackling sound of firewood burning was heard throughout the street.

Two horses with five target positions tied to their bodies were hit by the back of the buttocks at the same time. The painless horse neighed wildly, jumped up Lao Gao, and ran forward with force. Qin Hansheng and the Khitan archers were invisible behind the shop doors on both sides. The moment the horse rushed through their positions, he took action at the same time, and heard a sound of knocking on the wood as if it was a sudden rain, and the last pot of arrows of the two were empty!

The Malaysia was stopped by the soldiers in front of him, and he turned around and began to check in front of everyone. Both of them hit the bull's-eye with ten arrows, and they were both indiscriminate.

After applauding, the soldiers who were watching suddenly stopped and looked at the leaders of both sides, winning, losing and drawing, and they were tied. What should I do?

The Khitan archer suddenly walked towards Yelu Xuegu and said something loudly in Khitan language. Yelu Xuegu immediately shook his head when he heard this, and finally waved his hand to repel him.

Seeing Lin Feng's puzzled eyes, Yelu Xuegu walked over with a smile and explained to Lin Feng: "This stupid man insists on fighting the life and death with your archer. I have been repelled. How can he hurt the harmony between the two countries?"

Lin Feng smiled and said nothing, which was considered to have exposed this challenge. It is enough to be able to tie the Khitan Warriors who are famous for their riding arrows. There is no need to make things splashed in blood for the sake of fighting spirit.

After two battles, no one looked down on these Southern Tang soldiers, nor did anyone object to Lin Feng and others galloping in the city. Yelu Xuegu personally sent the group to the Honglu Temple in Nanjing, and arranged Lin Feng's dinner before leaving.

Lin Feng stopped everyone from having a good time drinking, arranged for everyone to rest early and wait for the news.

Early the next morning, the translator ** knocked on the door of Lin Feng’s residence: “Mr. Lin, the enemy of the Liao Dynasty, Liemadustelimadu Xiaofengshan, has picked you up in person!”

**'s tone was full of surprise and respect. Over the years, the special envoys from the Southern Tang Dynasty to Liao were at least once a year, but at most it was only the general of the Delimadushi General of the Imperial Court who came to greet the court. It was the first time that Lord Situ came to the door to welcome him!

Lin Feng looked at the respectful ** with a calm face, shook his head secretly in his heart. Respect is often achieved through strength, not flattery, I am afraid that ** will never understand and do this in his life!
Chapter completed!