My British Empire

  Chapter 27 slightly lost

   It is said that the two of them are preparing seriously under the eyes of many knights.

  The big man moved his arms and stretched his neck. Suddenly, there was a crackling bone sound in the ears of the surrounding melon-eating crowd, which caused the melon-eating crowd to shout uncontrollably.

  The big man Sean was very satisfied with the exclamation of the audience. He thought it was everyone's support and trust in him. Sean gave Grenville a look that could make you surrender.

Grenville was not intimidated by Sean's performance at all, he stroked the **** horse very calmly, murmured and didn't know what to say, because it was a bit far away, Edward didn't hear anything, in fact he was not the only one, Almost no one heard what he said to a horse.

  Why do you say almost? Because our lovely and beautiful Princess Elizabeth has come to this place where knights play. It's a pity that our King Edward didn't see the slightest trace of his sister because of his stature.

  Elizabeth was dressed in the same way as ordinary guards, with an iron mask on her face, her long hair curled up quietly in the iron helmet, a beard hung under her lips at some point, and she looked extraordinarily handsome.

   Put on the mask, can Ann tell if I am male or female?

  Elizabeth stared at the calm Grenville without blinking, watching how he comforted his mount and gave it confidence little by little. For the first time, Elizabeth felt that men still have a careful side.

   Don't ask her how she knew what Grenville said to his big dark horse, I'll tell you Elizabeth knows a little bit of lip-reading?

  Grenville didn't know that a 14-year-old girl in the audience had taken an interest in him on the field, so he chatted with the big dark horse on his own, almost devoting himself to it.

  Time passed quietly, and half an hour had passed in a short while, and the big Sean's bones were about to be broken, and the conversation between Grenville and the big dark horse seemed to have not ended yet.

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"Hey! Dude! How can you compare? This weather is so rare!" The melon-eating crowd couldn't sit still, and a guard with a beard opened his mouth and shouted, "If you don't compare, come down, don't Waste of our time!"

  The voice of the big man seemed to bring Grenville back to reality, and he also ended the conversation with the big dark horse and pulled down his mask.

  Suddenly, the atmosphere at the scene became tense. All the melon-eaters held their breath and stared at the two on the field without blinking, fearing to disturb the contestants!

  Edward also abandoned other distracting thoughts in an instant, staring at the knights motionless.

   Can't blame them for making a fuss, mainly because there were too few entertainment activities at that time.

  Ordinary knights do nothing more than have **** every day and go to taverns to drink. At this time, dramas are still lowly entertainment activities, and only peasants in the countryside like to watch them.

  The poor and boring knight class has a boom in martial arts competitions. One can relieve the usual energy, and the other can use it to gamble and earn a little money.

At this rare moment, the audience in the audience had already bought bets before the game. The odds of the big Shaun betting on him were 1:1.1, while the odds of the Grenville Cavaliers from afar were 1:2. And almost all the Cavaliers bought Sean to win, even though his odds were frighteningly low. Only the Princess Elizabeth cast ten shillings to buy Grenville to win, thereby earning a jeering sound.

  The two men raised the spear without a head, and the top of the spear was tied with sackcloth filled with lime, and then they had to carry out three rounds of riding spears.

  The thrusting of spears is a major feature of knightly contests, which is called hurten (sprint). Related terms (both from French, since Frank is the hometown of jousting) are poinder (starting), puneiz (impact), punieren (sprinting with a spear), sambelieren (legs clamped), kalopieren (sprint), leisieren (releasing the reins), etc.

  Generally, the knight holds the shield and the reins in his left hand, raises the spear in his right hand, and at the same time pinches the horse with both legs and controls the horse with spurs until it hits the target. Occasionally slashing with a sword on horseback gives rise to the term slahen, and purely spearing is called stechen.

There are two important skills in spear sprinting, which mainly attack the opponent's two "doors": the spear should hit the four nails on the shield or the place where the helmet belt is tied. In the contest, hitting the above two targets accurately is a knight's skill. the essence of. The reason for attacking the place with four rivets on the shield is that it is the rivet where the handle is exposed, which is relatively fragile, and once hit, there is a high probability that the enemy's hand can be abolished, thus making him lose his combat effectiveness .

  The reason for attacking the helmet strap is that it cannot be completely covered by the shield. Once stabbed, it is easy to break through the neck armor, or even directly penetrate the neck, causing a fatal blow to the opponent. Therefore, once a knight hits these two positions properly in the contest, generally speaking, the victory or defeat will be divided.

  The two legs were tightly clamping the horse's belly, and their left hands were holding a long shield, and they were holding the reins tightly by the way. Each right hand holds a seven-foot-long spear.

  The eyes under the mask have become sharper than ever, the blue meridians are exposed in both hands, the muscles in the thighs have been stretched, and the heart in the chest is rapidly pumping blood.

  Suddenly, the two rushed forward at the same time, and the entire racecourse shook.

"Boom!" The two horses approached quickly. From a distance, their heads almost collided. The audience below, including Edward, were already watching with excitement, but they couldn't make a sound, let alone What a pain!

  In other words, it was too late then and now, when the two horses were about to collide, the two of them pinched the horse's belly, and the horses also turned their heads in a tacit understanding, and each missed.

  However, at the moment they missed, the two raised their shields and collided with each other, making a deafening sound. The moment the shields touched, some sawdust burst out, showing how powerful the impact was.

  The two swung their spears and stabbed at the neck. The big man tilted his head to avoid the blow, but he exerted more strength with his right arm.

  Grenville's strength was not as strong as Sean's. At this time, his left arm was a little numb from his shock, and his right arm stabbed at Sean with some imbalance, but Sean dodged it lightly.

   Facing the powerful blow from Sean, Grenville bent down and barely dodged, causing the knights below to exclaim!

   There was no winner in the first round, the big man Xiao En had a slight upper hand, and then came the second round.

   In the second round, Grenville was shocked by Sean's strength and lost his balance. Even though he was prepared, he still couldn't bear his impact. He could only dodge the fatal blow skillfully with his flexible body.

  Grenville decided to win this game, challenging the impossible.

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