Delivery man on the battlefield: Start with the sword

Chapter 233 Competition
After searching around, I found one who could throw throwing knives, one who could throw chopsticks accurately, one who could throw kitchen knives accurately - the cook, and one who could throw axes accurately - the woodcutter.

Finally, I found a shepherd who could throw stones accurately.

Okay, the kitchen team, three out of five people are in the kitchen, the one who makes the fire, the one who cooks, and the one who serves dishes and washes the dishes.

When Wang Zhifei took out the flying knife, he said, "Do you know what my nickname is? Jindiao Shisanlang, you are hitting a wall when you compete with me in hidden weapons today."

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Wang Zhifei's flying knife went straight to the target opposite~

Everyone...

"Let's not compete on this one. There's no need to compete on this one. Guests are welcome. Let's let old man Jin have one round. Let's compete on the next item, which is marksmanship.

Besides, nowadays everyone has guns, who still needs knives? Hidden weapons are useless. We all practice guns, so we don’t have time to practice this, right?” Yang San saw that everyone shrank their necks, so he tried to save face and spoke immediately.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and muttered to Gou Sheng, "I'm afraid you'll have to use your gun skills. If we can't win with guns, then we'll have to use fists and weapons. You're not ashamed to brandish a sword or a gun against an old man of that age."

Gou Sheng didn't say he wouldn't get involved, but he couldn't get involved in vain: "Yang San, I can help you, but after this battle, you have to help me persuade your team to follow ours."

"Don't take advantage of the situation! Okay, I'll advise you, but you know they won't listen to me, so don't hold out too much hope."

"I don't have any hope for others, but you are Yang San. You are full of bad intentions. Is there anything we can do? We have to persuade at least half of them to leave! Hmm?" Gousheng stared at Yang San and said.

The two of them had fought each other a lot because of Xing. Yang San's greatest ability was to take advantage of the situation and use all kinds of strange and unscrupulous tricks. Although they caused some losses, they were unexpectedly effective.

"Okay! Half and half, I'll give it to my wife Xing as a wedding gift."

"Don't yell, Xing is my wife."

"Then can I give you a gift?"

"That!"

……

The people who are competing in shooting skills are here. Except for Gousheng, the rest are just here to make up the numbers.

"Boom bang bang..."

With rifles in hand, Wang Zhifei and Gousheng each fired five shots.

"Two hundred steps!" Gousheng glanced at Wang Zhifei and said.

Just now, at 150 steps, after five shots, only Wang Zhifei and Gousheng were left, and both of them hit the bull's eye with every shot.

"Boom bang bang..."

"Three hundred!" Wang Zhifei raised the bet easily.

"Boom bang bang..."

"Four hundred!" Gousheng has reached his limit. Four hundred steps, whether he hits the bull's eye or not is not something he can control.

"Boom bang bang..."

Wang Zhifei raised his hand and fired five shots, every shot hit the bull's eye. Gousheng started sweating.

However, Gousheng lived up to everyone's expectations. Although it took a little longer, he finally got everything within the red heart.

"Five hundred!" Wang Zhifei increased the bet!

"you first!"

At 500 steps, it would be hard for Gousheng to hit five of the targets with his five shots, let alone hit the center of the bull's eye.

"Boom bang bang..."

Wang Zhifei quickly fired five shots: "Go ahead."

Gousheng heard the target reporter shouting that five shots had hit the bull's eye, and Gousheng gave up without even firing his gun!
This made Yang San angry: "Aren't you a sharpshooter? Aren't you a sniper? You can't even hit a dead target, what kind of chicken are you sniping? Go play basketball..."

"If you can do it, then come on!" Gousheng also got angry. He said, "If I can't hit him at such a long distance, it's not because I can't do it, but because Uncle Jin is too good. If you think you are better than me, then come on."

"If I were capable, would I still need you?" Yang San blurted out.

Everyone...

You still know that you can't do it.

"This game..." Wang Zhifei was about to speak when Yang San spoke up.

"Uncle Jin, wait a minute, wait a minute, let's compare machine guns. Machine guns, once you fire them, it will be more impressive and more in line with your temperament. Let's compare machine guns."

Yang San was making trouble again. "Okay! Let's have a machine gun show!"

Wang Zhifei used lime to spread a white line in the distance.
"Da da da……"

From left to right, it hits the white line.

Yang San...

Everyone...

"We..." Yang San swallowed his saliva and was about to speak when Wang Zhifei threw out seven Yuan Datou coins. Chuyi opened the safety and rubbed it on his pants, loading the bullet without even looking at it.

"Boom bang bang..."

Seven silver dollars and seven bullet holes appeared on Yuan Datou's head, stacked together, and these seven holes seemed to have been shot by one gun.

"Commander Yang, what do you want to say?" Wang Zhifei asked.

"Well, that's such a waste! Seven dollars is enough to buy a cow. You win this game! You win!"

The next step is weapons and fists. Originally, he didn't want to compete, because after all, Wang Zhifei, wearing the crazy dad mask, looks so old. But if he doesn't compete now, he will lose. Yang San can only bear the pain and beat the old man.

"Uncle Jin, you are so old now, look at our deputy commander Tie Niu, he is as strong as an ox, three or five people can't stop him.

Look at this one, Gousheng, who just returned from learning martial arts in Shaolin Temple. With one slap, he can break an elm table into pieces.

You'd better admit defeat. Otherwise, if we really bump into you, let alone how to explain it, we won't be able to do anything to you at your age."

"Are you too embarrassed to take action because of your age?" Wang Zhifei smiled.

"Yes, although we are bandits, we also respect the elderly and love the young," said Yang San.

"Respect the old and love the young?"

"Yup!"

"just you?"

"what happened?"

"Haha, someone like you, like a chicken, I can deal with you with just one hand. It seems like you never eat soybeans, right?" Wang Zhifei asked!

"How did you know?" Yang San was a little confused.

"Haha, I can see that. With your body, you have to find a big tree to hold on to if you fart loudly, otherwise you will fall forward. If you eat too much soybeans, you would have lost your front teeth long ago."

"Hahaha!" Everyone laughed.

"Hey?! I really don't believe it. Today, don't accuse me of bullying the elderly. I'll take care of the first round." Yang San rolled up his sleeves and came over.

then……

"Pfft!"

A celestial king was holding a pagoda, and Wang Zhifei put one hand through his middle door and pushed it up on his chin from bottom to top.

"This young man has a good sleep quality. He falls asleep as soon as he says he will."

Everyone...

Is this sleeping?
"Uncle Jin, you're quite skilled. Let me do it!" When Tie Niu saw this, he realized that this was a master, so he got into position and rushed towards Wang Zhifei.

"As expected of you, you are called Iron Bull. Are you practicing Iron Head Kung Fu?"

Wang Zhifei dodged to the side, took advantage of the situation, pulled from above, kicked from below, and the iron ox fell to the ground with its head.

"No! I wasn't paying attention! Come again!"

"Oh!"

"I was careless, come again!"

"Boom!"

"Don't hide if you have the ability!"

"Snapped!"

Five minutes later~ "Get up!"

"I can't get up. If I get up, I have to lie down again. I can't get up!"

(End of this chapter)