MTL - My Brother-in-law is the Prince-Chapter 452 big win

  Zhu Gaochi felt guilty.

  He felt that he stepped forward only to be hammered.

  In his life, he has rarely fought fiercely with others.

  But since he was called at this time, he still stepped forward.

   It's not because of his personality, it's just that he can't stand being looked down upon.

  Of course, this is also related to the months of training in the model camp and being infected by the atmosphere of the model camp.

  Here, under strict discipline, young people also have a brave side. Zhu Gaochi's temperament may be completely different from theirs, but as time goes on, he is unwilling to live in a situation where he is always taken care of by others.

  He stepped out, looking ahead.

   Standing in front of him was precisely Uzhig who had come out of the big tent.

   The two stood still.

  Inside the big tent, Zhu Di looked out of the tent from a distance, but saw that the one Wuzhige caught was an unusually powerful man.

   It’s just that from this distance, he can’t see the face clearly, so he can’t help but glance at Zhang Anshi.

  Although Zhang Anshi was a little far away, he couldn't see who the burly bear-like person in the distance was.

   But after all, he had only met his brother-in-law not long ago, so he immediately understood who this person was just by looking at his figure.

   All of a sudden, Zhang Anshi suddenly felt that his whole body was not good. He felt his neck was chilly.

  In my heart, I just wanted to scold Zhu Yong for being ignorant, but he called his brother-in-law out.

   This is the prince of the current dynasty. If he is beaten up by the Oirats here, is this another form of civil fort change?

   This is no longer a matter of insulting the country, but if his brother-in-law is even slightly injured, it will be fatal, okay!

  This time...I really can't save the little brothers. It seems...It can only be in the next life...

  He was thinking wildly in a panic, but he caught a glimpse of Zhu Di looking at him.

  Because of this, I was even more flustered in my heart, and hurriedly lowered my head, pretending that the matter had nothing to do with me, and hung high.

   Hundreds of officials went in without knowing it, and they all raised their necks to see.

  Heaven and kingdoms always want face. This Oara warrior is ignorant, but he made provocative words, so naturally he will retaliate.

  Although officials do not like to rely on this to maintain the majesty of a great country, as long as they fight, they will definitely win.

  Zhu Di saw Zhang Anshi's guilty and strange look, and finally said: "Let's start."

  So someone sang: "Shangyu: Start!"

   The voice fell.

  Outside the big tent, Uzhig roared in anger.

  At this time, he was like a cheetah, first roaring to frighten his opponent, and then like a cheetah ready to go, slowly moving around Zhu Gaochi, constantly changing his posture.

  He is indeed very professional, and he is not eager to attack, but wants to find the opponent's flaws.

  He changed his posture again and again, observing Zhu Gaochi's reaction, trying to find the opponent's flaws in the subtle movements.

   But soon, he was overjoyed.

  The other party...doesn't seem to be good at wrestling, because...the other party has flaws everywhere.

  Under ecstasy, Urig took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart. He even had some doubts whether this was a flaw in the other party's deliberate selling.

  Zhu Gaochi was still standing, his eyes turned with Urig's constantly changing posture, but his body was a little stiff.

  After all, I have never confronted someone face to face like this in my life.

  It's just...deep in my heart, the desire to win is still aroused.

  Perhaps... In the depths of his bones and blood, there is already the wild blood of Emperor Gaozu and Zhu Di, but it has been hidden all the time, and now... it is slowly drawn out by people.

   "Ah..." This time, Wuzhige roared again, and then he rushed in front of Zhu Gaochi.

  He performed extremely skillfully, and he directly twisted Zhu Gaochi's arm with quick eyes and hands.

  Zhu Gaochi was shocked, and was at a loss for a moment.

  He is not good at it after all.

   No one has ever practiced as a sparring partner.

   Therefore, once Uzhig got close to him, he suddenly didn't know what to do.

   Immediately afterwards, he felt his arms sink.

  As if he was bearing a huge force, Uzhig seemed to want to throw him back.

  Uzhige desperately pulled Zhu Gaochi's arm, and roared again.

   "Uh...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

  The voice of ah ah ah ah ah was extremely majestic and loud at first, but later, there were too many ah ah ah, and the momentum began to gradually weaken.

  In the big tent, everyone broke into a cold sweat.

  Zhu Di was even more engrossed in watching. This man named Wuzhige is indeed a good player, but the captain of the model camp seems clumsy.

   Even for a split second, this Wuzhige almost picked up Zhu Gaochi directly, and then fell heavily.

  Zhu Di's complexion suddenly became ugly.

   If the lieutenant of the model battalion is defeated by a combination, I'm afraid it will not look very good on the face.

  Zhang Anshi subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands.

  He felt sorry for his brother-in-law, and couldn't bear to see his brother-in-law in a mess.

  But often what you think, there will always be some unexpected situations.

   Strange things happened.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Uzhig was still roaring.

   It's just the voice of ah ah ah, which has lost its previous momentum.

  Uzhig was even out of breath.

  Then Urig found... the man with big arms and round waist in front of him was actually so heavy.

   Unexpectedly...unable to fall!

   Fortunately, Zhu Gaochi was clumsy and didn't counterattack, so Wuzhige immediately began to squat down skillfully, and subconsciously hugged Zhu Gaochi's leg, trying to overthrow Zhu Gaochi directly.

   It's just that when he hugged her, his heart suddenly began to suffer.

  This leg is hidden under the robe and skirt, it is not visible at first glance, only when you actually hug it, you will realize that it is so thick.

  It’s just thick and thick, but the frightening thing is that the meat on it is very tight, and there is no fat.

  Uzhig was taken aback in his heart.

   To some extent, they are not a heavyweight opponent at all.

  Uzhig is still considered strong.

And being strong is only for the Oirats. Life in the desert is hard. Even a warrior like Urige has limited nutrition intake. Counting, he also weighs a hundred and thirty to forty catties. In the eyes of others, he is strong. As big as a calf.

   Unfortunately, he encountered a BUG.

  In front of him, standing in front of him was an object that should not have existed in this era.

  The obesity rate of the ancients was appallingly low, and 90% of them were malnourished.

   And the remaining 10% of the people are just of proper body shape.

  As for obese people, it is really rare, maybe not even one out of a hundred people.

  As for someone as obese as Zhu Gaochi, there is no one in a million.

  This is actually understandable. The root of obesity is, on the one hand, eating a lot of meat and consuming a lot of sugar.

   Regardless of whether it is unlimited meat or high-sugar products, in this era, they can be regarded as luxuries, and even wealthy families cannot supply them as much as they want.

  You must know that people who can have such a family background are one in a million, but even if they have such a one in a million family, they may not necessarily eat meat and high sugar all the time.

   Unfortunately, Emperor Taizu Gao may have been afraid of poverty, so the meals in the palace of the Ming Dynasty basically followed the posture of not fixing those useless, fat and fat.

  Thus, Zhu Gaochi almost grew up under the environment of three meals of meat from childhood to adulthood.

  That's all for nothing, he also likes to eat sweet and greasy food very much, it's really a big plus.

  If this is the case, it is actually nothing. At most, it is nothing more than cultivating a big fat man who may not be able to find one in a hundred thousand people.

  However... Zhu Gaochi practiced day and night in the model camp for several months.

  In the past few months, he has slowly turned his body fat into real strength.

  In the sports games of later generations, whether it is boxing, wrestling, or weightlifting, competitions are often divided into different kilograms according to weight.

   This is of course reasonable. Players of different weight classes can't fight at all. A world champion in weightlifting in the 56 kg class can break the world record if he can clean and **** 168 kg.

  But in the eyes of the 105 heavyweight players, the clean and **** score of 168 kg is pediatrics. If you can't clean and **** more than 200 kg, you don't even qualify for the competition.

  Now, if Uzhig is the world champion in the 56kg class, but he has excellent skills, but the one standing in front of him is an opponent far surpassing his weight class.

  The strength and weight of both parties are actually not at the same level at all.

Wuzhige only felt that the person in front of him was like an iron tower. He desperately held Zhu Gaochi's leg with both hands, trying desperately to pull him up, but Zhu Gaochi's leg was still as stable as Mount Tai, like a wooden stake , firmly nailed to the ground.

   However, after being dazed, Zhu Gaochi finally made a movement, and he also squatted down subconsciously.

  In fact, he has slowly adapted from being helpless, but now he finds that the so-called warrior in front of him is nothing special, except that he barks loudly.

  He heard the yelling that seemed to tear his throat, and he was already impatient again

   Not long after, Uzhig's face turned red and he was out of breath.

  He had exhausted all his strength, but found that there was nothing he could do about the iron tower-like person in front of him.

  So he looked down, and then stretched out his legs, trying to catch Zhu Gaochi's feet and trip him up.

   But with a hard hook, he staggered instead.

  In his life, he had never seen a person so strong.

  But at this time, Zhu Gaochi finally mastered the trick slowly.

   Zhu Gaochi picked up Urig directly.

  Wuzhige subconsciously began to want to hug Zhu Gaochi's body, trying to struggle.

   But Zhu Gaochi's strength is really too great. After all, for Zhu Gaochi, a heavyweight, a mere 150 Jin, after constant physical exertion, does not have that much effort.

   Immediately afterwards... Uzhig's legs began to fly into the air.

  Uzhige was so surprised that he subconsciously kicked his legs towards Zhu Gaochi's.

   This kick fully reflected his professionalism as a wrestler.

  However, it didn't work.

  The so-called skills and expertise can only be compared under the same strength conditions.

  But Zhu Gaochi didn't have much reaction to this.

  Because at this time, Uzhig has been lifted up high.

   Wrestling fell to this point, Uzhige was also dumbfounded.

   After all, I have wrestled with people for so long in the Wara Department, and I have met so many opponents, but I have never met such a heavyweight opponent.

   Zhu Gaochi threw him down hard.

  Uzhig tried to turn over with a kite, so as to teach himself to land safely.

   But the force of this throw was too great for him to react.

  Boom...

  After a loud muffled sound, the world became quiet.

  Wuzhig's unique voice of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

  On the sandy ground, such Uzhig was lying on the ground like a tortoise turning over, unable to move.

   The force of this fall was so great that even though he tried to turn over, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a rib had been broken.

  So...he lay flat, not daring to move.

  Based on the experience of being beaten for many years, he has realized that this time he may be abolished.

   "Long live!" At this moment, someone burst into cheers.

  All of this may only be for a moment, but it is extremely exciting. The people in the model camp, seeing this, subconsciously applauded.

   Zhu Di was overjoyed when he saw this.

   It was Nawara Khan who breathed a sigh of relief.

  In fact, he is not afraid of failure, but rather of winning.

  Once Urig is victorious, who knows whether the Emperor of Ming Dynasty will come to settle accounts after the fall?

  Of course, in fact, the best result is a draw. After all, wrestling is a traditional event of the Mongols. Such a failure is really embarrassing.

  When Zhang Anshi saw this, his jaw was about to drop.

  At this time, he knew why his brother-in-law was leaving the camp.

   I have to say that the three murderers are really loyal. His elder brother told them to train his brother-in-law well.

  Zhu Di laughed heartily at this time, and said: "Boke is only a small skill after all. In a real army to fight, it is impossible to rely on individual bravery alone. This is just an entertainment in the army."

  He said this slowly, and all the ministers naturally said: "Your Majesty's words are very true."

  Wala, Tatar, and Duoyan three Khans were ashamed for a moment.

   This seems to be self-effacing, but in fact it seems to mean that this little entertainment is no longer as good as Daming.

Zhu Di was obviously in a very good mood at this time, so he did not hesitate to praise: "However, the model battalion has really worked hard. The whole battalion has really worked hard. Zhang Qing, you and Zhu Yong, Zhang, Qiusong and others have all contributed a lot."

  Zhang Anshi hurriedly put on a modest look and said: "Your Majesty, I'm ashamed to say, what did I do? It was all done by Zhu Yong...It has nothing to do with me."

   "Look, Zhang Qing has grown up and knows how to be humble." Zhu Di stroked his beard, his eyes full of old eyes, and he laughed heartily.

   Today's Zhu Di is extremely excited. On the one hand, it is due to the surrender attitude of the three Mongolian tribes. On the other hand, the model camp has greatly demonstrated the majesty of Ming Dynasty.

  He couldn't help being excited, and immediately said: "Come here, call that victorious warrior to come before me, and I will reward him well!"

As soon as his words fell, Zhang Anshi trembled, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, I see... this wrestling is just an entertainment, a trivial skill, I... thought... that there is no need to call me to see you, just give it a reward, so as not to disturb Your Majesty's drinking .”

   All the ministers looked at Zhang Anshi, feeling that today's Zhang Anshi is very different, he seems to be more mature and stable than before, and he has learned to be humble.

  Zhu Di laughed loudly after hearing this: "What are you talking about? Is there any reason why the soldiers don't summon the reward in person? It's not Zhang Qing who wants the reward. Why does Zhang Qing refuse?"

  Zhang Anshi felt his scalp tingling, and kept saying yes, but when Zhu Di was not paying attention, he subconsciously retreated to a corner obediently, with a face full of shame.

  At this time, someone sang: "I'm here to tell you: please come and see the victorious warriors."

   Not long after, Zhu Gaochi walked slowly into the big tent.

  As soon as they came in, all the monarchs and ministers looked at him in unison, but... soon, the smiles on everyone's faces became a little weird.

  This person... looks... a bit strange.

  How should I put it, it's very familiar, or in other words, it can't be more familiar.

   But who is this person, but it feels strange.

   After all, Zhu Gaochi is much 'thinner' than before, coupled with the drastic change in spirit, at first glance, it is really impossible to tell the difference.

  Even if someone thinks he looks like Zhu Gaochi, they definitely dare not think about it.

  At this time, Zhu Gaochi was calm and composed, saluting like a ceremonial way: "I have seen my father, my emperor, long live, long live!"

   Say it, bye.

  This unfamiliar voice, plus a son.

   Zhu Di suddenly remembered.

   Isn't this the prince...

  Zhu Di's brain seemed to explode suddenly.

   No, how could this be the prince? The prince doesn't look like this, okay!

   This was Zhu Di's first reaction.

   But if you think about it, you will know, who would dare to go to the emperor and pretend to be the first prince?

  So Zhu Di settled down, looked straight at the son who had become different in front of him and said, "Are you Zhu Gaochi?"

  Zhu Gaochi looked sincere and fearful, and then said: "My son is Zhu Gaochi!"

  After hearing this answer, it would be a bit too much if he couldn't recognize his own son anymore.

  So Zhu Di rushed forward, helped Zhu Gaochi up, who was like a big bear, and then continued to look at him carefully.

   Looking carefully, isn't the facial features his son Zhu Gaochi?

   At this moment, Zhu Di roared: "Who is the fucker, who taught the prince to wrestle with others? Is there any law for the ****?"

  Zhu Di looked fiercely in this tent.

   Then he found that Zhang Anshi, who was still alive and kicking in front of him just now, seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

  He frowned and glanced at the officials.

  The ministers turned their heads away as much as possible, as if trying to hide their inner shock.