Lu Zhishen and Zhang Fei left the seat, walked a few steps forward, and held their fists to meet Song Shijiang and Liu Bei at the seat.

Lu Zhishen said: "Lord, let's have a good time to eat here. Now Sa's family and General Zhang Fei are willing to compete to make the wine more enjoyable. Please allow the lord to allow it."

Zhang Fei also shouted: "Brother, I have a good relationship with the brothers Wei Wusong of Zhishendian. I want to compete. Don't worry, I only have a jar of wine if I lose, haha."

Song Shijiang and Liu Bei looked at each other, and each had a little thought in their hearts, wanting to see the martial arts under the other party. Not to mention Song Shijiang, he wanted to understand the gap between his brothers in Water Margin and Guan Zhang and others. As for Liu Bei, he saw that Song Shijiang had so many generals and officials, and wanted to take this opportunity to inquire about the strength of these generals. In this way, the two fried dough sticks looked at each other unconsciously and laughed together: "This is not a must-have for a competition, but you must be careful that you have no eyes on your sword and gun, and you must not hurt people."

"Yes." Zhang Fei and Lu Zhishen bowed and replied loudly. The two of them also looked at each other with a big smile and walked out of the tent.

Song Shijiang also stood up and bowed to Liu Bei and said, "Brother Xuande, why don't we go to watch the battle too?" Liu Bei also stood up and chuckled and said, "But listen to Brother Gongming. Yun Chang, go and watch the third brother." So everyone in the tent simply stopped drinking and followed the two county magistrates out of the tent to watch the Feilu Zhishen competition.

Outside the guard camp, Zhang Fei led his war horse. The war horse was so handsome, with a black body, with only four hooves white. He stepped on the war horse, holding a snake spear in his hand, and shouted like thunder, holding his fists and shouted: "Brother Zhishen, come and fight with a certain battle."

Lu Zhishen raised his head and laughed, shouting, "Come on." He also stepped on the war horse, waved the water-milled iron Zen stick, and drove the horse to rush towards Zhang Fei.

Seeing that Lu Zhishen was approaching, Zhang Fei yelled: "Good come, take me a shot." Zhang Fei stabbed his hands, and the snake spear trembled out, and a sharp gun shadow stabbed into Lu Zhishen's face as fast as lightning. When Lu Zhishen saw the spear coming, he shouted loudly, raised the Sun and Moon shovel and slashed it out, "don", blocking the snake spear aside. At the same time, with the force of fierce slashing, the Sun and Moon shovel wheel was round, and the other end rushed towards Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei ignored it, one inch long and one inch strong, and the snake spear was retracted, and another shot stabbed Lu Zhishen in the face. The strong wind was sharp and the gun blade was dazzling. Seeing this, Lu Zhishen had to withdraw his Zen stick, and slapped it down the gun blade with another stick, and repelled the snake spear. Zhang Fei roared "haha" and thrust his wrists, as if a river was surging, and it continued. Lu Zhishen also waved his stick like a spiral, blocking the gun's momentum like thunder. He heard the spear and staff intersecting, and the sound of "Dangdang" was as dense as pearls and rain, and dozens of times sounded in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, the two fought for dozens of rounds. In these dozens of rounds, Zhang Fei took advantage of the long spear, only attacking but not defending. Lu Zhishen suffered from the fact that this iron Zen stick was not long enough. Although he was extremely brave, he was unbearable to Zhang Fei.

So, Lu Zhishen exerted his force, raised his staff and swung his spear, rode his horse out of the battle circle, and shouted: "I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore, this battle is a coward."

Zhang Fei laughed and said, "Brother Zhishen, you haven't played any win or loss yet. Keep going, and another 800 rounds."

Lu Zhishen shook his head vigorously and said with a bold smile: "If you fight like this, you can't use force and you can't break your brother's attack. If you just defend, you will be exhausted even if you don't lose. This jar of wine will be drunk by the family. Brother Zhang Fei, you are good at martial arts, and you will admire him." Lu Zhishen clasped his fists with his hands, and was extremely bold and free.

"Haha, brother Zhishen, what's the matter? A family just took advantage of this snake spear. Brother Zhishen, go back to have a drink." Zhang Fei grabbed the black prickly under his crotch and caught up with Lu Zhishen and shouted.

"Wait, General Zhang." A calm voice sounded loudly.

Everyone looked at the sound, but saw that Lin Chong was already wearing a full body and sitting upright on the horse. Lin Chong wore a steel lion helmet on his head; a pair of iron leaf chain armor; a golden beast-faced belt on his waist, and a bronze heart-protecting mirror on both sides of the front and back; a leopard head and tiger whiskers, and also held a spear in his hand. He saw him crossing the spear in front of the horse, holding his fists with both hands, and said to Zhang Fei in a deep voice: "General Zhang, I have long admired General Zhang's name. Today, Lin Chong was deeply impressed by General Zhang's courage. He was also extremely itchy and wanted to ask General Zhang for advice. Please give him advice."

Zhang Fei stopped and stared at Lin Chong with his big eyes. Seeing that Lin Chong was also full of leopard heads and a spear, he was surprised and shouted, "Haha, who are you? You are so similar to a certain family?"

Lu Zhishen laughed, patted and rode Zhang Fei and said, "This person is the sworn brother of the Sa family, Lin Chong. He is the most trusted general of the lord of the Sa family. Haha, General Zhang, look like you. If you don't say anything, others will really think you are brothers. Like you, really look like you."

Everyone took the opportunity to observe and compare the two. It turned out that they were quite similar, with a leopard head with a round eyes, but it was easy to distinguish them in comparison. Zhang Fei was young, about 20 years old, taller and stronger, with thicker eyebrows and more domineering eyes; while Lin Chong was older, about 345, about 1.78 meters tall, and was thinner, with a thinner eyebrows and eyes. If you look closely, you can see a little depressed atmosphere, but since the Later Han Dynasty, it has been diluted a lot.

Lin Chong smiled slightly and continued to hold his fists and said, "General Zhang, brother Zhishen, was originally the leader of the infantry army. His sun and moon shovels were heavy, but it was not suitable for horse fighting. Lin happened to make the spear of 800 spear the same as the general was familiar with. Why would you and me compete with each other to learn from each other? What does General Zhang think?"

Zhang Fei also clasped his fists and replied loudly: "Brother Lin, you are the sworn brother of Brother Zhishen, and Rong Zhang Fei also called you "Brother". Since the eldest brother also wants to compete, it's great. I've just moved and I can fight again."

"So, please!" Lin Chong reached out to ask for help, and slowly raised the spear in his hand.

As Lin Chong raised his spear in his hand, the entire camp cleared instantly. Lu Zhishen whipped his horse and drove the horse outside the field; the generals and officials who were laughing and fighting on the side also became serious; Song Shijiang and Liu Bei couldn't help but look at each other again, stood up straight, stared at the field, and then secretly cheered for his generals in his heart, and he must win.

Song Shijiang was really worried. Did he know that in his era, people have always evaluated that the military power of the Three Kingdoms is far higher than that of the Water Margin Generals. In their words, if Lu Bu's courage is calculated for 120 points, Zhang Fei would have 118 points, Guan Yu would have 117, Zhao Yuns would have 117, Dian Weis would have about 116, and the heroes of Water Margin, except for Lu Junyi, the others would have 100, and Lin Chong would have about 97, Lu Zhishen would have 96, and Wu Song would have 95. This gap is a bit big.

Since entering the Later Han Dynasty, several people have fought more or less. Although there is no life-or-death battle, they have all come to a rough conclusion. Lu Zhishen and Dian Wei have little difference in strength, but there is a difference in martial arts. The victory or defeat can be seen after hundreds of rounds; Wu Song's fist is higher than Dian Wei, but it is difficult to seriously injure Dian Wei, and it is even more difficult to stop Dian Wei's weapon battle; Zhao Yun and Dong Ping fought for a game, but although it was not stated clearly, the victory or defeat is very obvious; today it is also seen that Zhang Fei is better than Lu Zhishen. Alas, the gap really exists.

Yes, but is it as big as later generations say? No, at least Song Shijiang doesn't think so for the time being. The heroes all start from the end of the world, and those who achieve great things can have big data. Data is built on fame and fortune. If the heroes of Liangshan also conquered a large territory at the end of the Han Dynasty, in the later generations, their military data will never end here. Yes, success, kings and defeats, this is how it is. Then let's take a look at the most similar Lin Chong and Zhang Fei's battle, which can form an intuitive comparison.

Song Shijiang took a deep breath and looked into the field without turning his eyes.

The two horses in the field were about 30 meters in front of each other. Both sides looked at each other and shouted loudly. Their feet exerted force. The war horses under their crotch neighed, turning into a black light and rushed towards the other side.

The gun took advantage of the horse's power and had a sprint of more than ten meters. The momentum of both sides reached its peak. The spears of 8-8 both turned into a lightning bolt, and the sound of breaking the wind was heart-wrenching.

If you stab at this momentum, you needless to say that you will penetrate the armor and die. Hu Sanniang, who was frowning outside the field and watching nervously, couldn't help but scream: "No!" Song Shijiang couldn't help but look at Hu Sanniang, thinking about something.

It was a long time to say that, and then it was fast. Both of them turned and slammed the spear and forced to break the spear head. The two spears were connected and made a loud noise. Lin Chong shook his mouth and felt the huge power coming from the tip of the spear, and he was almost about to escape. Zhang Fei also said "ha" and expressed surprise.

The two of them rode by the horse and made their initial judgment. Then they quickly turned back to the horse's head and rushed up again.

Zhang Fei glared at his eyes, and the spear was changed to waving. The sound of air explosions around him suddenly rang out, and the spear was like a black dragon, roaring and swallowing Lin Chong.

That violent and crazy feeling naturally makes people think of "avoiding the edge of the eye".

Lin Chong roared, the tiger beards were all scattered, and the spear was stinging wildly. "Swish swish swish" the gun shadow was ghostly, simple and fierce!

The thorn is longer than the thorn, and the thorn is heavier than the thorn.

"Bang" Another impact, Lin Chong felt that the spear in his hand was like an invisible vortex, and the spear couldn't help but tilt to the side, but at the same time, Zhang Fei's spear dance was also broken into invisible by Lin Chong.

"Haha, it's good to be happy." Zhang Fei roared, his voice deafening. The wielding spear in his hand reached an extreme speed. There was no gun body, but only light and shadow, and the sound of the air explosion was loud.

Lin Chong's face changed drastically, and he roared angrily: "Break!" The spear in his hand suddenly increased in an instant while stabbing Zhang Fei, and the momentum exploded, which was even more terrifying than the previous shot!

"Peng" sounded soaring into the sky. This collision shocked the earth, and everyone who saw it changed their faces.

Lin Chong's arm was already numb. Zhang Fei's spear followed the rest of the force that was knocked away, and swept across the army, and used all his strength to hit Lin Chong's head.

Lin Chong's gun was old, and it was too late to retreat to block the spear, so he had to lean back and lean straight against the horse's back, avoiding the violent attack.

Zhang Fei lost his shots and was not as good as the change, so he had to drive forward several steps before stopping the rush.

"Good martial arts!" Zhang Fei turned back to the Wuqiu and praised Lin Chong loudly.

Lin Chong straightened up, and also called back the war horses, responding loudly: "General Zhang, the gun has a strong gravity, Lin Chong admires it."
Chapter completed!