Eleven, Operating Gambling Fighting

  Ye Wuya still got to eat pig's trotters, more than a dozen fourteen or fifteen year old boys, all of whom were in the age of gluttony, their families were not wealthy, most of them were tenants of the big households in the town, usually not during holidays, where could they get meat to eat!

  But not at noon, but in the evening. After being taught a lesson, they still had some resentment in their hearts, thinking that Yu Guozhen and his three men were not relying on formation, but relying on their agility and individual abilities to defeat them. If they were given time to adapt, they would be able to turn the tables with their numerical superiority.

  But Yu Guozhen's one sentence made them hang their heads in despair: "If the number of people on both sides is the same, do you think you can win?"

  Three people thrust out long poles, and there is such momentum. If eighteen people simultaneously thrust out long poles, wouldn't the momentum be even more astonishing?

  In the following more than ten days, this group of young people finally learned to turn left, right turn, step in unison, and stab, although they were not yet neat, but also looked like a model.

  Half a month's time passed in the blink of an eye, on April 22nd, Yu Guozhen was leading these young men to practice their formation as usual when he saw a group of people walking out of the town in a hurry.

  Yu Yiqin and Yu Yixuan, the two clan elders, led their servants and walked towards this side. As they approached, Yu Yiqin smiled and beckoned: "Guozhen, come over here for a moment."

  "Second Uncle, Fifth Uncle, how come you have time to come here today?"

  "It's always boring to practice, I heard that Guo Zhen's family guards are quite good, so let's take a look...Guo Zhen, why don't we have these family guards compete and see how they do?"

  Yu Guozhen had not returned to the town for some time, but he heard that Yu Yixuan had invited two famous martial artists from afar to come and practice with him, bringing his family's servants to wield swords and staffs. When Yu Yixuan spoke like this, Yu Guozhen knew that he must have an ulterior motive, so he stared at him silently, waiting for his next words.

  "How about it? Are you afraid?" Yu Yixuan used a provocative tone: "Isn't Guo Zhen the one who said he read 'Ji Xiao Xin Shu'? Afraid of losing to me?"

  Yu Guozhen slowly smiled: "Fifth Uncle, what is it that you want? Please just say it clearly."

  His smile made Yu Yixuan feel a bit cold, this nephew was not a good person. Thinking of this, Yu Yixuan put away his joking heart: "What's the use of recruiting some 14 or 15-year-old naughty boys? I think... it's better to hand over the silver money to the clan and let them train house slaves for you, which is better than a group of naughty boys who only know how to move left and right."

  "So it was."

  This is going to take away his military power, Yu Guozhen doesn't think it's strange, although the second and fifth uncles also have some calculations for him, but at least they haven't done what the fourth house did, more importantly, for Yu Guozhen, he is a white body, if you want to deal with officialdom, such as raising a family, owning weapons, you must use the name of the fifth uncle who has a meritorious title.

  So he can't get rid of Er Fang directly like he did with Si Fang, so he has to make Er Fang surrender willingly.

  "If I win, will you let me take charge of training the family's guards?" Yu Guozhen asked in a soft voice.

  "That won't do, but the expenses for these children's family can be paid by the clan."

  "It's not necessary, I can afford the expenses of these dolls and houses." Yu Guozhen sneered in his heart, it seems that the second house had made two preparations, if he couldn't directly control his military power, then he would use money and grain to indirectly control.

  Both parties agreed to a duel, or rather a group battle, each selecting eighteen people, using white wax rods wrapped in stone gray cloth to strike each other. Yu Yixuan was originally full of confidence, his family's servants were carefully selected and robust, and there were two martial artists leading them, those two martial artists both had the ability to fight against five people at once, so although both sides had eighteen people, he thought his side had an absolute advantage.

  "Do you see them?" Yu Guozhen led the young men on his side to form a line, pointing at the family guards opposite: "They want to come and take away your daily fish and meat. If you lose, you'll have to go back to having only one meal a day with no dinner. If you win, you can stay here and continue to have rice and fish every day."

  After eating big fish and meat for over ten days, close to twenty days, the faces of these young men looked ruddy. Although they were generally shorter than their opponents, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, let alone when they heard that the others had come to steal their fish and meat. One by one, their eyes turned red.

  "If we want to win, we must stir up their fighting spirit. Otherwise, as soon as they see the enemy's superior numbers and strength, they will lose confidence in victory, and this battle will be pointless." Yu Guozhen thought to himself.

  "As we previously agreed, you don't need to worry about anything else, just follow the command. If you lose because of following the command, I will still take care of you with wealth and high positions. But if you win because of not following the command, I won't want you anymore." Yu Guozhen said.

  Having only the will to fight is not enough, fighting alone is definitely not a match for Yu Yixuan's house guards. The only way to win is to rely on teamwork. However, these young men have been training for less than twenty days and are prone to panic when things happen, so they may forget everything they practiced in their daily lives, therefore it is necessary to deepen their memory of their usual training.

  "Now, did you get it?" he asked finally.

  "Understood!" The young men replied in unison.

  One of the results of nearly twenty days of training is that these young men are no longer shy and timid. When Yu Guozhen asked them "Do you understand?", their response was not only loud but also uniform. This sudden sound made Yu Yixuan stunned for a moment, his eyebrows slightly moving.

  "Lao Wu, they're shouting so uniformly..." Yu Yiqin felt a bit worried.

  "What's the use of shouting in unison if you can't even kill a person?" You Yixuan said.

  Seeing the young men's high morale and not being too nervous, Yu Guozhen turned around and walked to one side, then shouted loudly: "Right!"

  The crowd of young people suddenly stood up straight, their faces also becoming solemn, each one gazing straight ahead with tightly pursed lips.

  "Hmm... these lazy kids, they've actually managed to teach Guo Zhen this way... Old Five, I'm feeling a bit uneasy." Yu Yiqin said, looking at the scene and then glancing at their own servants who were pointing and laughing at the opponent, speaking in a low voice to Yu Yixuan.

  Standing upright is of no use, standing upright is just a good target. Yu Yixuan gently shook the fan in his hand, he deliberately made a goose feather fan, as if he had this he was Zhuge Liang.

  Yu Guozhen looked over at them and said loudly: "Second Uncle, Fifth Uncle, can we begin?"

  "Alright, alright." Yu Yixuan gently waved her feather fan.

  As soon as the words were spoken, Yu's family members immediately dispersed and rushed towards the young man. The two sides were originally over a hundred steps apart, but they charged forward, and the formation that was originally set up immediately became loose. And Yu Guozhen shouted again: "Lift!"

  Eighteen young men simultaneously raised the white wax rods in their hands, which they had been practicing with for days. This action had to be done at least a thousand times a day, so they were already quite skilled. Although it couldn't be considered perfectly uniform, when the eighteen white wax rods were held almost parallel in front of his chest, they formed an invisible wall in front of them.

  At this time, Yu's family members rushed out, but they were only about ten steps away.

  "Lao Wu, this situation seems a bit off..." Yu Yiqin muttered.

  "Don't worry about it." Yu Yixuan waved his feather fan and then raised his voice: "Chong, we'll be rewarded when we return victorious!"

  Yu's family members, however, were not stimulated by this motivation to become more excited. Firstly, talk is cheap, and secondly, they all thought that winning was a certainty. If so, who would be willing to rush up and take a hit?

  Their hesitation fell into Yu Guozhen's eyes, and Yu Guozhen ordered: "Quick march—march!"

  The boys started to move forward with that one word "go", and three of them were a bit slow, while four others had some irregular movements. However, after the two pillars standing at the far left and right shouted in unison "one, two", they quickly adjusted their pace to follow the rhythm.

  One, two, three... The eighteen young men formed a column and advanced forward in the rhythm of their usual training. They marched in step, although they were carrying white wax poles, but it didn't consume too much physical strength. When Yu's family servants rushed to their front, they had already run sixty or seventy steps, and the eighteen people in front and back looked chaotic.

  Ye Wu Que suddenly felt that a scene from the past seemed to be replaying itself, and these family servants looked just like they did that day!

  "One, two, three!"

  Just then, he heard the loud voice of Da Zhu shouting orders. For over a decade now, whenever they heard this sound, all they had to do was thrust whatever they were holding in their hands - be it clubs, bamboo poles or now, white wax poles - forward with all their might, which directly affected whether they would have meat for dinner, so Ye Wuya almost instinctively took a step forward and stretched out his hand.

  Bang!

  He felt a violent vibration in his hand, and then saw a house servant fall backwards with a look of astonishment on his face. Apparently, the servant still didn't dare to believe that he had been knocked down by these young men at once.

  The adults' reaction was more experienced than they had initially thought. Ye Wuya saw that the opponents had already dispersed, with at least two-thirds of them running towards both sides, preparing to attack from the flanks. However, standing on both sides were Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang, who were different from the youngsters who had only trained for less than twenty days. They had been training for three years and had learned a good set of skills from Gao Bu Pang, which made them appear to be the weakest points but were actually the strongest points in the youth team!

  When the housemen on both sides realized this, they found that their companions who had been attacking the boys from the front were all lying on the ground, and the boys were also turning around and starting to accelerate towards one side. The housemen who were impacted turned around to escape, which made them lose even more miserably, with the lime powder dots left on their backs.

  At this time, the number of casualties among the young people was only three. They turned around again and faced five opponents, including those two martial artists.

  Fifteen against five; even if those two martial artists were more skilled with their spears and staffs, they would only have knocked down three more youngsters before retreating from the battle in frustration.

  Yu Guozhen hugged his arms, staring at the second house's Tang Bo and Tang Shu. Yu Yikun's smile on his face was more difficult to look at than crying, while Yu Yixuan had long thrown away his feather fan and twisted off his whiskers.

  "Second Brother, Fifth Uncle, what do you think?" Yu Guozhen first asked with a smile, then shouted: "Attention, fall in line, march in step!"

  He paused for about two seconds between each sentence, and the young men immediately suppressed their joy of victory, stood in line, and walked over to Yu Yiqin and Yu Yixuan. Yu Xianqin and Yu Yixuan involuntarily took a step back, as if the eighteen young men walking towards them were not thousands of horses and soldiers.

  "Kill!" With Yu Guozhen's order, eighteen white wax poles straightly stabbed towards the two of them.