dognovel Chapter 238 Even eating and taking
Chapter 238 Even eating and taking
"Who was it that said they wanted to eat the spearhead just now?" Jiang Xiuwen said sarcastically, his tone somewhat reminiscent of Lin Ping, already embarking on a path of deception and fraud.
"How is that possible?" The city lord slammed his fist on the table, spitting sweat with rage, but quickly calmed down: "It's no use, you can't possibly pierce the fish scale armor!"
Thinking of the indestructible fish-scale armor, the Mountain City Lord regained his confidence and was determined not to keep his bet of eating a spearhead. He would simply pretend that he had an upset stomach and had farted.
This set of fish scale armor helped him expand his territory, making his enemies tremble with fear; its sturdiness was astonishing.
However, this armor weighs several dozen kilograms and must be worn by private soldiers with considerable strength. Otherwise, the city lord would have equipped all ten thousand private soldiers with this armor and directly breached the gates of Yingtian Prefecture.
The hundred people on the field today are all elites. Even though they are wearing heavy armor, they are still agile and free. No wonder the Mountain City Lord is so confident.
puff...
The moment the black-cloth-covered spearhead made contact with the fish-scale armor, it pierced through the thick armor plates, creating a large hole in the enemy's shoulder, from which blood gushed out like a fountain.
Coincidentally, after one round of attacks, twenty or thirty enemies were shot, all wounded in the right shoulder area, which was clearly Lin Ping's arrangement again.
The mountain city's private army, known for their bravery, finally realized the dire situation and forcefully reined in their horses. They dared not take another step forward. Although the huge wound on their right shoulder was not fatal, it was enough to cripple them and leave them with no strength to lift a spear again. For a soldier, this was more terrifying than being killed.
The arrogant city lord, who had been so haughty just moments before, immediately hung his head, like a deflated balloon, and stumbled to the ground, repeatedly muttering, "This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible."
The facts were undeniable, leaving him no choice but to believe them. Everyone else looked on in horror, unable to fathom what kind of divine weapons the Jiangcheng government's private army was using.
Wu Xin's face was also ashen. He wished that Jiangcheng's private army would kill a few people and immediately disqualify them from the competition. Unfortunately, these people were very accurate and all of them hit the enemy's right shoulder.
"Brother Lian, what do you think will happen to the remaining fifty people?" Lin Ping smiled slightly. He was clearly the most terrifying demon, yet he had an angelic face.
Lian Ping wasn't stupid. He finally saw the situation clearly, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed before Lin Ping, pleading, "I beg Young Master Lin to spare their lives..."
These hundred men are Lian Ping's capital. Losing even one would be heartbreaking, let alone the complete annihilation. Lian Ping would have nowhere to cry then. A true man can bend and stretch. He might as well bow down to Lin Ping. Anyway, this kid is a decent person and probably easy to talk to.
"Brother Lianping, what are you doing? How can you kneel down to me?" Lin Ping deliberately shouted loudly, as if afraid that others wouldn't hear him and that Lianping wouldn't understand.
The moment Lian Ping decided to bow down to Lin Ping, he had already lost; he still hadn't figured out Lin Ping's true nature.
Lian Ping gritted his teeth, then suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, and cried out, "I beg Young Master Lin to spare their lives!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, Brother Lianping, you're being too polite. We're brothers, just say what you need to say, is there any need to kneel? Besides, with such a fine warhorse and such brave men, how could I be so cruel?" Lin Ping helped Lianping up and said seriously.
This scene immediately caused an uproar, with everyone whispering among themselves: "Look, the young master of the Mountain City Lord's Mansion is kneeling before the Prince Consort of Jiang City Prefecture. He's really disgracing his father."
"That's right. I also heard that not long ago he gave the city lord five thousand fine horses and five thousand sets of equipment for free."
"My God!" someone exclaimed in a high-pitched, affected voice, much like a man who spends all his time selling lipsticks on short videos.
The city lord's face was dark and uncertain. He wished he could kill Lian Ping immediately. If it weren't for the fact that the other party was also thinking about his private army, he probably would have already taken action.
"Listen up, everyone! No hurting anyone, only killing horses!" Lin Ping shouted at the top of his lungs, his hands clasped in front of his mouth.
"I'll fuck your godfather!" Lian Ping was almost crying. The first half of Lin Ping's sentence was not bad, but the second half was more and more frightening.
The main force of these hundred cavalrymen was not men, but warhorses. If the warhorses were all dead, it would be meaningless for the private army to still be alive.
"I'll give Young Master Lin ten Ferghana horses!" Lian Ping said through gritted teeth, seemingly beginning to understand Lin Ping.
"Brother Lianping, you've probably misunderstood. Do I look like someone who lacks ten Akhal-Teke horses?" Lin Ping patted his chest and said seriously, "I lack forty!"
thump……
Lian Ping's weak legs could no longer support his heavy body. His heart was bleeding. He never expected Lin Ping to eat so terribly.
Of these hundred cavalrymen, nearly half had been lost, and only fifty warhorses had survived. Lin Ping actually asked for forty horses, leaving only ten for Lian Ping.
However, Lian Ping had no choice. If he didn't agree, he would lose all ten warhorses.
At this point, the outcome of the competition was clear. Lian Ping dared not dream of victory and only hoped that Lin Ping would not resort to ruthless tactics.
"I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, okay..." Lian Ping said weakly, truly regretting sending his most elite cavalry to participate in the competition. He should have guessed that Lin Ping was ruthless and that he couldn't confront him head-on.
Lin Ping nodded in satisfaction, and even shamelessly said a few polite words, such as: I didn't force you, Brother Lianping is really generous, etc.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and rush to the finish line!" Lin Ping shouted again.
Upon receiving the order, hundreds of cavalrymen formed a square formation and steadily charged forward. They were not afraid of close combat with the enemy, after all, the kukri hanging at their waists had not yet been drawn. If the enemy was not afraid of death, they could give it a try.
The private army of Shancheng Prefecture also learned their lesson and consciously made way for them, walking back dejectedly, too ashamed to face the crowd.
A distance of one kilometer is nothing more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea for cavalry, which once again proves that the Jiangcheng Prefecture's private army's initial snail-paced speed was an act.
The result of the competition was without a doubt: the Jiangcheng Prefecture private army won with an overwhelming advantage, and they all rode back on their warhorses with their heads held high and chests puffed out.
"Brother Lianping, it's time to keep your promise," Lin Ping said, rubbing his hands together as he looked at Lianping lying on the ground.
When Lian Ping made his promise, he spoke quite loudly, and all of you could hear him clearly. He couldn't go back on his word, and he couldn't lose his credibility for the sake of forty warhorses. So he had no choice but to hand over the forty fine horses with tears in his eyes.
"You good-for-nothing, come back with me now!" the Mountain City Lord roared angrily. He had never imagined that his proud eldest son would make three mistakes in a single day.
First, he lost the game; second, he knelt before Lin Ping; and finally, he even sacrificed forty Akhal-Teke horses.
This is even worse than a piece of trash. If Lian Gui or Lian Bai had done anything even slightly better, they wouldn't have let him inherit the title.