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- "Okay, I promise you!" Wang Rulong agreed without hesitation: "Come here!"
"Commander-in-Chief, you are crazy!" Mei Ling suddenly became anxious and shouted in a low voice: "Do you think you are still the same as before? You don't know what your body is like now?"
"Of course I know, otherwise I would have led the charge long ago!" Wang Rulong said plausibly: "But he is so angry. If I don't push him down, where will I put my old face?!"
"Dad, didn't you just say that I should always be the main one on the battlefield and I can't be led by others?" Wang Duduo said, imitating his accent.
"Stop talking nonsense with your father here. That's a war, and this is a fight, they're two different things!" Wang Rulong rolled his eyes at his son and said, "Remember, fighting requires strategy, and fighting requires martial ethics!"
"I finally heard it. It's all your fault" Mei Ling muttered depressedly.
"It's good that you know." Wang Rulong grinned and stubbed out his cigar on the railing.
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The duel venue is on the open deck of the Kaiyuan.
In full view of the navy officers and soldiers, the Marquis of Santa Cruz took off his full body armor, wore a light peninsula warrior robe, a gray bowler hat, and entered the field holding the hilt of his sword.
Wang Rulong had already taken off his obstructive armor and was waiting at the scene with his golden sword in both hands.
The Marquis of Santa Cruz took a deep look at the enemy commander who defeated him on the battlefield, and couldn't help but be slightly startled. He didn't expect that he was actually an old man who was older than himself and had a sickly face.
He took off his hat and bowed apologetically, and saluted Wang Rulong. Lao Wang only nodded slightly as a courtesy.
The Marquis of Santa Cruz drew out his two-handed sword, held the handle of the sword with both hands, and pointed the sword tip towards the opponent.
Wang Rulong also slowly drew out his sword, and a stream of autumn water dazzled the eyes. He opened his hand and pointed the tip of his sword diagonally at the opponent.
Although both of them are old, they are still the first-class fighters in the East and the West. They were all equally calm and composed, with a posture that was both loose and tight, and capable of advancing and retreating.
The great tiger is here!
However, the surrounding naval officers and soldiers watching the battle were secretly worried for the commander-in-chief, wondering whether his body could withstand such a high-intensity confrontation of life and death.
It was too late to say anything at this time. The two sword tips tapped each other, and the duel began!
The Marquis of Santa Cruz roared and rushed forward, dragging his sword. Everyone knows that only masters dare to raise their wrists higher than their swords, just like "getting the upper hand" in naval battles. This is a posture of taking the initiative and attacking fiercely!
Sure enough, the muscles of the Marquis's arms were bulging, and he was wielding his two-handed sword with a strange strength that was not suitable for his age, and he was slashing at Wang Rulong front, back, left, and right. Although the moves are not flashy, they are all killing skills honed in the military. They integrate offense and defense, hide murderous intent, and are extremely practical!
The Marquis plans to take advantage of the fact that the opponent is not familiar with his own moves, seize the initiative by attacking, and then force the opponent to reveal weaknesses to win.
Wang Rulong is indeed not familiar with Western martial arts, but he is well versed in the fundamental principles of swordsmanship, which all lie in the handling of sword crossing. The opponent's moves may be fictitious or real, but they never deviate from their origins. In the end, they must turn the fictitious into real, ending with a slash or stab.
He stared at the tip of the Marquis's sword with piercing eyes, and by combining his steps and dodges, he could always use the least labor-intensive method to make the Marquis' attack fail.
When two experienced masters compete against each other, the outcome often depends on a failed move or a miscalculation. The opportunity is fleeting, and it all depends on you taking advantage of it without thinking.
However, there must be a difficult process before the opportunity comes. The two sides kept attacking each other, which consumed a lot of physical strength and drained the spirit. There was no time to think, so they could only rely on instinct to attack the enemy.
The person involved felt that this period of time was very long, but the onlookers felt that it was extremely short. When they saw that the moves of the two people were gradually falling apart, everyone in the know knew that the most critical moment had come, and the winner could be decided at any time!
Although Wang Rulong's physical strength was not as good as his opponent's, he never made any moves and consumed less energy. The Marquis was also old and couldn't attack for a long time. His breath was a little unstable. When he took out the move and retracted it, he was half a beat too late, and Wang Rulong used the scabbard to skillfully knock down the sword in his hand.
With a clang, the two-handed sword fell on the deck, and the navy officers and soldiers cheered excitedly.
The Marquis gasped with a pale face, preparing to take a stance and face the enemy with his bare hands.
Wang Rulong stopped and said, "Pick up the sword. It's not easy to come all the way. I'll give you another chance."
The cheers suddenly exploded. The navy officers and soldiers loved this old pretentious person to death.
In Cervantes HindsightHeart, I have already gone to war with the United Fleet, why should I suffer this? !
Finally, on the 25th, another pigeon flew from the south and landed in the pigeonhouse in the courtyard of the headquarters.
Zhao Hao¡¯s heart was tightening again. He lay on the balcony, looked at the communications soldiers in the backyard, and ran to send a small bamboo tube downstairs.
After a while, perhaps as long as a century, Zhao Hao suddenly heard loud cheers erupting from downstairs of the headquarters, as if the roof was about to be lifted off.
Zhao Hao's heart was beating wildly. He quickly picked up a cigarette from the ground, trying to take a few puffs to calm himself down. However, my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't turn on the lighter.
While he was struggling with the lighter, he seemed to hear crying mixed in with it.
Zhao Haoxin said, he should be crying with joy, right?
He finally lit up the cigarette, held his waist with one hand, looked at the sparkling Yongxia Bay, and took two beautiful puffs.
At this time, rapid footsteps sounded, and Jin Ke was outside asking for a meeting.
"Come in." Zhao Hao didn't look back, still maintaining the posture of a great man, so as to be worthy of such a historical moment.
"How was it?" he asked, suppressing his excitement.
"We have achieved a great victory and wiped out the Spanish Armada!" Jinke replied in a voice that didn't know what to do:
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