Chapter 250 Only the Strong Will Challenge the Stronger

"But I can't write poetry?"

Looking at the pop-up prompt of the war game, Gao Qiang was stunned for a moment.

It is said that college students have a kind of beauty that is untainted by mud.

Since joining the highest institution of learning, Gao Qiang has also entered the ranks of college students.

As for things like reciting poems and writing couplets, in the plane controlled by the military, it is obviously not a required main course.

As for copying poems.

After so many years, who can still remember what poems they have recited.

However, looking at Zhu Ziming.

Gao Qiang saw a deep smile in the other's eyes.

Obviously, he did this on purpose!

Since he can force others to fight with him, it is definitely impossible to find someone who will make him lose.

Only the strong will choose to challenge the stronger.

And for a weak person like Zhu Ziming, it is enough to ensure his victory.

Faced with Gao Qiang's eyes asking for help, Sasha could only shrug helplessly.

"Lord, don't look at me."

"You know me well. If I know how, I should at least say a few words when I curse."

What a self-aware answer

In the few seconds that Sasha spoke, Zhu Ziming had finished his thoughts.

Looking at Gao Qiang, Zhu Ziming spoke directly.

"The temple is already in the clear and forbidden area, and the tower should reflect the nine peaks."

As soon as this poem came out, several officials who followed Zhu Ziming immediately applauded.

"With the literary talent of King Huixian, even if the Wenquxing from the sky came down to earth, it would not be more than this."

Just then, a voice came from Gao Qiang's ears.

"Humph, the other party is indeed quite good."

Turning his head, Jiuluo was walking over with a basket of steamed buns.

"Yes, breakfast for Lord."

After handing the buns to Gao Qiang, Jiuluo helped Gao Qiang analyze the meaning of Zhu Ziming's poem.

"The other party improvised this time, so the content they chose is probably the scenes they have seen before."

According to Jiuluo's analysis, both lines of poetry are based on artistic conception.

The first line should describe a scene of a pagoda located in the royal forbidden land.

Since this sentence can be placed in the first line, it means that in the other party's subconscious, this picture is very important, so that the other party thinks of this first.

The second sentence is easy to analyze.

The tower should reflect the nine peaks, which should describe the city gates and passes of the Dawu Dynasty.

The overlapping passes echo the peaks, and each mountain is a pass, which is a very shocking picture.

The forbidden land has the imperial army, and the pass has the official army guarding it.

It seems to have nothing to do with the army, but it is inseparable from the word "army" everywhere.

Zhu Ziming's voice has not stopped yet.

Soon, he said the next line of poetry: "The gentlemen of Xihai are now old"

This poem attacks the Gao family from the side.

Zhu Ziming seemed to be saying that the old man should stay away and the Gao family should not intervene in his affairs.

As he said that, Zhu Ziming looked at Gao Qiang.

"My turn?"

Gao Qiang pointed at himself.

Since he was improvising a poem, what he said should be the idea he wanted to express the most at the moment.

And what he was thinking now was

"It's hard to find your fate, the people of the Kufen."

Pah!

As Gao Qiang's voice fell, many onlookers in the territory slapped their hands on their faces and covered their eyes.

This poem is not bad, at least it shows the thoughts of most people in the territory.

At the same time, the Kufen versus the West Sea, and you versus the Lords, are better in terms of contempt.

However, as a poem, it is too connected!

Too connected, it lacks a bit of beauty.

Gao Qiang also felt that he might lose this round, so he didn't have too many emotions.

Instead, he looked at Zhu Ziming, wanting to see what the other party could do to him if he lost.

But I never thought about it.

Zhu Ziming actually laughed.

"Who told you that you need to take over my poem in this competition?"

The correct process of this game should be that both sides write a poem and submit it to the war game for evaluation.

Zhu Ziming deliberately left the last sentence unsaid just to mislead Gao Qiang.

No matter whether Gao Qiang can make a better poem than himself.

If he breaks the rules, he loses!

"Yeah."

Gao Qiang took a bite of the bun and said in confusion: "I lost, so what?"

"So what?"

Looking at Gao Qiang's indifferent look, Zhu Ziming's smile became even bigger.

The ink in the air gathered towards Zhu Ziming, forming a thin ink-colored shield.

And this shield quickly spread to all the people in the army.

"That means that no one can protect you now!"

As soon as Zhu Ziming finished speaking, it seemed that he was about to see Gao Qiang's regretful eyes in the next moment.

"Attack!"

The red-clad soldiers surrounding the Gao family immediately understood and raised their guns to shoot.

Bang, bang, bang——

The bullets from the muskets passed through the fence and shot towards the interior of the Gao family's territory.

There were no combatants behind the fence at the moment.

Facing the massive pressure from the red-clad soldiers, the thousands of people who were watching the excitement had no intention of stepping forward to help.

The only Lian Qian just hid behind the docked Tianzhou and fired a few cold shots from time to time.

But Gao Qiang noticed.

The bullets fired by Lian Qian would cancel each other out with the ink-colored shield when they hit the red-clad soldiers.

Even if two shots hit at the same time, it will only cause two ruptures, and a new shield will soon be on top.

The ability to force immunity to attacks!

Gao Qiang immediately figured out the significance of Zhu Ziming winning this literary battle.

If it is forced immunity to attacks, no matter how many layers of technology he stacks and how many times the power is increased, it will be useless.

Even if Tianzhou's cannons fire, the damage caused will not be greater than that of muskets.

"So, it's your turn next."

Zhu Ziming reminded Gao Qiang.

"If you don't write a poem for more than half a minute, you lose this round again."

"Oh, sorry."

Zhu Ziming pretended to look at his empty wrist.

"Half a minute is just over."

At this time, the literary and calligraphy BUFF on all the soldiers in the army has been stacked to two layers.

Zhu Ziming is obviously trying to boil the frog in warm water.

The longer it drags on, the less likely Gao Qiang will break Zhu Ziming's defense.

However, a clear voice soon came from the back of the territory.

"Is anyone calling for the fastest man in the world?"

"Xiao Bai?"

Gao Qiang looked back.

Bai Hezheng led hundreds of servants towards the gate of the Gao family.

After seeing the weapons in their hands, Zhu Ziming's pupils shrank sharply and a mouthful of saliva was choked out.

"Crank-type six-barreled revolver machine gun?"

Which decent family would play with such a thing?

The technology of this machine gun was naturally pointed out by the Wuji League, but no one used it.

There was no other reason, because they could not afford the bullet consumption of this big Buddha.