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"Chief..." Meng Hu stood up, "How did the Qing Dynasty gain such great power? Didn't they burn, kill and plunder along the way from small border countries to where they are today? How come they don't live in the beautiful mountains and rivers of us Han people? They eat the food grown by us Han people, wear the cloth woven by us Han people, and even the weapons they use in war are made by us Han people who mine and forge iron - their power is all gained by enslaving the Han people. Today they can form an alliance with you Uyghurs, and tomorrow they can enslave you and rob your horses, cattle and sheep... Chief, what happened to us Han people is a lesson for you, do you want to repeat the same mistakes?"
"This..." Reyiza was not as eloquent as Menghu and was speechless for a moment.
The other clan leaders who were sitting there had been sitting on the fence, some leaning towards Tashan and some towards Reyiza in the past. Now they listened to the arguments of both sides, each with its own reasons. Sometimes they echoed a few words from one side, sometimes they nodded in agreement from the other side. The more they listened, the more confused they became, not knowing which side they should support.
"Assholes!" Reiza finally couldn't help cursing, "If we continue to fight with you Han people, that old guy Galdan will come to our doorstep - all tribes should quickly send out warriors, we will select a capable leader to be the leader, and drive those assholes out."
"Okay!" Dan Ying suddenly spoke, "Uncle Reiza, it was you who proposed the competition, and it was you who talked about it later. You are the elder, so you tell me how to do it!"
Reiza glanced at her and said, "Girl, you are quite good at talking - but unfortunately you are as foolish as your father! Let's compete. Of course, we have to follow the rules of the grassland. Let's compete in wrestling, archery and horseback riding, which are all useful in war. What do you think?"
Dan Ying said, "Okay!" Then she stood up from her seat and said to the center of the field, "All tribes, send out your warriors now!" As she spoke, she glanced at Cao Mengsheng, and Cao Mengsheng nodded at her.
Liu Qingye saw this and thought that Dan Ying would also look at him, but Dan Ying's face had already turned away. He felt sad and thought: Dan Ying no longer has the heart to talk about love affairs! This 18-year-old mirage, it turns out that I, Liu Qingye, am destined to be disappointed in my love for him all my life!
"Qingye——"
When he was feeling sad, Cao Mengsheng suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
Liu Qingye was startled and said, "Master, I..."
Cao Mengsheng said, "We have discussed it and we must get the position of leader. We asked you to come here to participate in the competition. Master and the seniors are not suitable to fight with these country bumpkins. We will have a wrestling competition later. You can go."
Liu Qingye bowed his head and said "yes", but his mind was still in a trance, so when he walked to the side of the field, he found that Moller was already standing on the Alebu side - he had actually got there first. At the command, the young man shouted and rushed towards his opponent.
Moler's opponent was a big man from the Yugusa tribe, who was more than a head taller than him. He waved his two hairy arms and went straight to strangle his neck. Moler relied on his lightness and agility. He shrank his body and let the man miss. He jumped sideways and punched the man in the waist unexpectedly. The man was not prepared and was hit hard by him. Moler was the strongest young man in the Ale tribe. He used all his strength in this punch, and no one could bear it. The man immediately fell to the ground and was defeated. The Ale people burst into cheers, but Moler looked at Dan Ying deeply. Dan Ying smiled and said nothing. Moler retreated with satisfaction.
The next second match was between the Bakhai tribe and the Dahena tribe. The warrior of the Bakhai tribe won, as he threw the man from the Dahena tribe more than ten feet away.
The third match was between the Wagum tribe and the Shasak tribe, and the Shasak tribe won.
Later, the fourth, fifth and sixth rounds also had winners. Originally, the thirteen tribes competed in pairs, so one tribe had to be left alone. However, the men of the Jiajimu tribe were almost completely slaughtered in the battle with the Junggars, so they did not participate. So in the seventh round, it was Moler who faced the warriors of the Bakhai tribe. Moler responded calmly and won again.
After several rounds of competition, only Moler from the Ale tribe and a man named Maiji from the Kyakhta tribe were left. The final competition was about to begin. But at this moment, Reiza suddenly stood up and said, "Everyone has seen the warriors' skills. In fact, the losing side is not necessarily stronger than the winning side. It may just be a momentary mistake. So, in my opinion, for this final competition, we must adopt a best-of-three format. Each side should send three warriors to participate. This is prudent and fair. Niece Dan Ying, what do you think?"
Dan Ying was stunned. Everyone knew that the Ale tribe suffered heavy casualties in the battle against Dzungar. Except for Moler, the few young men who survived were all disabled. How could they participate in wrestling? Reiza's proposal was high-sounding, but it was clearly intended to make things difficult. She frowned and looked at Cao Mengsheng.
Liu Qingye took a step forward at this moment and said, "I'll do it."
Seeing that he was dressed like a Han Chinese, Reiza said, "Young man, you are not from the Ale tribe, why are you joining in the fun?"
Liu Qingye said: "I am a Han Chinese, but Han Chinese and Uighurs are brothers. Miss Danying is my junior sister, so it is only natural for me to help her."
Reiza didn't take the Han boy seriously. He smiled coldly and said, "Well, we are still missing one."
Liu Qingye patted his chest and said, "No need to miss it. If Moler and I win one game each, the Ale tribe will win. There is no need to compete in the third game."
Reiza was stunned when she heard this, then smiled contemptuously and said, "Okay, whatever you want, let's start now - Aka, come and meet this Han kid!"
"Yes——" In response, a short and fat young man jumped out. He was shorter than Liu Qingye, but his waist was twice as thick as Liu Qingye's. He jumped into the field, gave Liu Qingye a Uyghur salute, and said, "Please come in!"
Liu Qingye was not polite to him. He raised his right palm diagonally and used the "Pear Blossom Dream" move from the "Free Flying Flower Palm" and slapped it towards Aka's face.
In his life, Aka had only seen people grabbing shoulders, hugging waists, and tripping legs when wrestling with others. It was the first time he had seen such erratic and free-spirited moves as Liu Qingye's. He thought to himself: What's this Han boy doing? I have to be careful. At that moment, he stepped back a few steps to avoid Liu Qingye's attack.
However, Liu Qingye's martial arts skills were much better than his. He just tapped the ground with his toes and flew up into the air. He appeared in front of him and pushed his palms towards his chest with the "Withered Red and Green Apricot" move.
A-Ka could not help but feel angry: This Han boy is really abominable. If I keep dodging him like this, won't people just laugh at me? Even if I take two palm strikes from him, so what? Thinking of this, he also threw both fists at Liu Qingye's palm.
Seeing him fighting like this, Liu Qingye smiled slightly, raised his wrist slightly, suddenly changed his moves, and stretched out his finger to flick towards Aka's fist.
A-Ka was shocked and tried to pull his hand away, but unexpectedly Liu Qingye changed his moves again, and the edge of his palm was like a knife cutting down on his wrist. He was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat, and shouted, and turned his hand to grab Liu Qingye's wrist, but it was too late. Liu Qingye lightly pressed on his wrist, and he jumped into the air, turned over, and landed steadily behind him. Not giving him a chance to turn around and react, he stretched out his hand and pushed him, and he fell down.
The people watching around had never seen such a beautiful Kung Fu before, and they couldn't help but cheer loudly. But Liu Qingye didn't care at all, he just looked at Dan Ying on the seat, and saw the slight smile in her eyes, and his heart was moved: With her looking at me like this, what else can I ask for? Even if I die immediately, I will be willing.
Next, it was Moller vs. Maiji. But at this moment, Maiji suddenly came towards Liu Qingye and shouted, "Hey, little Han boy, your Kung Fu is really weird, I want to fight you!" Without waiting for orders, he kicked his legs on the ground and rushed towards Liu Qingye.
Liu Qingye's lower body did not move at all, but he tilted his upper body slightly, letting Maiji pass by him, and replied: "It's just right, Moller has played many games and is tired, I will replace him!"
Maiji was one of the best fighters in the Kyakhta tribe, but he missed his attack. He was so angry that he roared and put his arms around Liu Qingye's waist.
Liu Qingye did not dodge. He let him hold him and drag him left and right, push him forward and pull him backward, but he used his Thousand-Jin Weight Kung Fu to not move at all.
Mai Ji was so anxious that his forehead was sweating profusely. He angrily said, "What kind of magic did you use, kid?"
Liu Qingye smiled slightly and put his hands on Maiji's shoulders in the blink of an eye.
Anyone who has ever wrestled knows that the shoulder is the most important part of a wrestling match. Mai Ji was shocked and could only blame himself for being careless. However, when he tried to break free, he felt as if Liu Qingye's hands were glued to him, and there was a force of a thousand pounds, as if he was going to press him straight into the ground. He was really shocked - he never dreamed that this skinny Han boy could have such great strength! His face suddenly changed color, and he pushed up and leaned back to get rid of Liu Qingye's control, but he just couldn't. His face turned from red to purple.
Everyone around held their breath and stretched their necks to avoid missing an interesting detail. But except for the people in the Lantern Festival, no one else could see what was going on. They only saw the two people in a stalemate, one holding the other's waist, one pressing the other's shoulder, one sweating profusely, and the other smiling. It was really weird. But at this moment, Liu Qingye suddenly said, "Be careful!" His footsteps swayed slightly, as if he was moving and not moving, and the two hands pressing on Maiji's shoulders loosened at the same time, and Maiji fell out.
Everyone was stunned, and it took a long time for them to say good things. Liu Qingye smiled and clasped his fists to Mai Ji, saying, "Thank you." He then quietly cast his eyes towards Dan Ying.
But this time, Dan Ying didn't look at him. Instead, he stood up from his seat and said to Reiza, who was full of astonishment, "Uncle Reiza, in this round of competition, my Ale tribe won, right?"
Reiza's face was filled with anger. She couldn't get the wine to her mouth even after it was halfway through. She said bitterly, "I won, but you have two talented people under you. There are still two rounds to go. You may not always be so lucky!"
Dan Ying said calmly: "We'll know after the competition, let's start now!" He waved his hand and asked someone to set out the target for the archery competition.
It was a wooden rack with three earthenware jars hung side by side with thin hemp ropes. The jars were filled with water. The warriors of each tribe had to retreat ten feet away, bend their bows and shoot arrows until the jars were pierced and the water flowed out.
The first to compete were the Satamon, Kyakhta and Wagmu tribes, with a distance of 20 zhang. As a result, except for the warrior of Kyakhta who hit the target, the other two missed the target, so Kyakhta naturally won. The next few matches were won by the Bakhai, Yugusa and Ale tribes, and the competition distance was increased to 30 zhang. This time, the warrior of Yugusa did not hit the target, so the remaining three tribes continued to compete at 50 zhang. However, the strength of the three parties was equal, and they were all tribal sharpshooters. They increased the distance to 80 zhang before the warrior of Bakhai was eliminated.
Seeing that only the warriors of Kyakhta and Ale were left on the field, Liu Qingye wondered what trick Reiza would come up with to win two out of three games. If that was the case, he had no experience in archery and might not be able to help. He turned to look at Moler, who was eager to try. He thought: I wonder how good his skills are? He and I love the same woman. To others, we are rivals in love, but in this critical moment, who would say it is not a blessing?
He was worried, but Reiza saw that the representative of the Ale tribe, Asu, had a deep scar on his face that had destroyed one of his right eyes, and did not regard him as a threat, so he said nothing and just watched the competition with peace of mind.
At this time, the distance was ninety feet. The Kyakhta tribe did not take the disabled Asu seriously at all. They bent their bows and drew their arrows, and shot out. Not long after, the target reported, "Hit." The man glanced at Asu with contempt, but Asu did not care. He drew his bow to its full length and shot out an arrow. The target reported, "Hit."
The Kyakhta tribe snorted and ordered the target to be moved back ten feet, looking at Ashu provocatively. But Ashu said, "Why not just move it back twenty feet!" The Kyakhta tribe was unwilling to show weakness, so they agreed immediately.
The two men continued to move and shoot, and soon the target was moved to a distance of 150 meters. From a distance, the people in the field could see that even the torches beside the target were about to merge with the stars in the sky.
At this time, Ah Xu said, "If we keep moving the target like this, how long will it take to determine the winner? I think it would be better if we shoot three arrows in a row, and the one who hits the target with all three arrows wins. What do you think?"
The man from the Kyakhta tribe was feeling that it was too embarrassing to be in a stalemate with the one-eyed boy, so he agreed to the suggestion and said, "Okay!" He grabbed three arrows, put them on the bow, bent his arm, pulled, and released all three arrows at the same time.
When everyone saw the three arrows, they looked as if they were tied together and disappeared into the night sky with a whoosh. They all secretly admired the superb archery skills of the Kyakhta tribe's archers.
But Asu smiled, grabbed three arrows, drew the bow to its full length, and shot out the first arrow, then the second and the third. These three arrows followed one after another, as if they were tied together by a string, which was amazing.
The distance of ten hundred and fifty feet was a little far. After a while, the person watching the target reported: "The warrior of the Kyakhta tribe shot three arrows in the shape of a T-shaped product in the center of the earthenware jar." At the same time, he held up the earthenware jar for everyone to see, and it was true.
"So, what about his?" the archer of the Kyakhta tribe asked proudly, pointing at Asu.
"The warrior of the Ale tribe was also hit." The man watching the target held up another earthenware jar with an arrow stuck in it.
Reiza couldn't help but look pleased and said, "Oh, only one hit?"
"Reporting to the master, there is indeed only one arrow on the clay pot." The target keeper said, "I saw the Ale warrior shot the first arrow at the joint between the hemp rope and the frame, causing the hemp rope and the pot to fall together. The second arrow shot at the middle of the hemp rope, breaking it, and the third arrow hit the pot."
"What?" Reiza was so shocked that she couldn't speak. Hitting a small earthenware jar 150 feet away with three arrows was a miracle, but how easy was it to hit an even smaller knot or a soft rope? Not to mention, just hitting a falling earthenware jar was already a hundred times better than hitting a stationary one! Needless to say, the Ale tribe won this round again.
