The Three Kingdoms Of The North Are Proud And Heroic

Zu Zhao slowed down his horse and said to Zhang Yuan without any waves: "Brother, please."

Zhang Yuan couldn't help but squint his eyes and replied without emotion: "What, do you still need to compare?" The

rangers around him rioted unscrupulously. I only heard Zhang Yu say loudly: "My eldest brother was hit by two arrows, and you missed one arrow, even if you get lucky in the third game, it will be a loss." Two or three rangers echoed equally loudly, repeatedly emphasizing that "it is still losing", and the meaning of sarcasm is not hidden.

Zu Zhao said with a smile: "Even if my brother has the chance to win, everything should have a beginning and an end.

Zhang Yuan only hoped that Zu Zhao had saved a little face in the third game, so he responded very casually: "The eldest prince is right." It's okay, Zhang will accompany him to the end. With that, he patted the horse's buttocks and ran out unhurriedly.

Anyway, the victory and defeat have been divided, Zhang Yuanxin has no burden, and his actions are naturally much lax. He approached the crooked neck tree about eighty paces before he bent his bow and fired his last arrow. The arrow trembled faintly when it flew into the air, and finally passed through the end of the wine gourd and nailed it to the trunk of the tree. He didn't care too much about this, but his three arrows touched the wine gourd, and there was already a considerable gap compared to Zu Zhao's two arrows that completely failed.

When he came back this time, Zu Zhao threw the antler bow to Zhang Yu from afar, and clapped his hands neatly.

"The three arrows are finished, and there is only one arrow left for the eldest prince." He clasped his arms in both hands, held the horse's belly with his legs, and dangled in front of Zu Zhao with idle steps.

"Ah Zhong, take the four-toothed arch." Zu Zhao handed the wing bow in his hand to the entourage on the side, and beckoned behind him.

Ah Zhong immediately took a longbow, and there was a pair of protruding short horns at each end of the longbow, making a total of exactly four small horns. The bow was nearly three and a half feet long, and it was supposed to be a foot bow. After making the saddle and stirrups, Zu Zhao often used this bow to practice Xi, and he carried this longbow with him the last time he fought off Huma. The four-tooth arch is a veritable heavy bow with one stone.

It is not uncommon for the children of the ancestral family to practice Xi riding and archery with a longbow recently, so there is not much surprise. On the contrary, the rangers, including Zhang Yuan and Zhang Pre, were the first time they had seen someone use a longbow on horseback. Riding archery is a test of riding and archery skills, and it is very difficult for riders to control the bowstring on horseback, and the longbow is too much of an obstacle, not only is it difficult to ensure that the bowstring is fully opened, but even tripping the calf can cause more serious accidents.

"What is he going to do?" Zhang Zhen exclaimed.

Zhang Yuan's face gradually changed, and he once again felt Zu Zhao's elusive side, if the other party's first two arrows were deliberately missed... This last arrow is the key to victory! But what tricks can this kid play?

Zu Zhao took the four-toothed bow, pinched the horse's belly hard, and rushed towards the crooked neck tree.

Whether it is the children of the ancestral family or the rangers, after all, this is the final arrow of this competition, and everyone breathes a sigh of relief in their hearts, focusing on the figure of Zu Zhao.

I saw Zu Zhao sprinting from due west, and when he was close to a hundred paces, he bit the reins in his mouth and placed the longbow horizontally in front of him, just using the two ends of the longbow to maintain his body balance. Taking the last feather arrow from the quiver, he raised the longbow above his head before firing it. At high speed, the three-and-a-half-foot longbow was fully opened.

Zhang Yuan's original victorious posture immediately wavered, although it was not completely impossible to shoot with a heavy bow, but if he was riding while opening the full string, he was afraid that it was beyond his ability.

Zu Zhao's last arrow was stored for a long time, until he was about seventy paces away, and with a loud shout, he let go of his bowstring. The strings vibrated and the feathered arrows burst out. Before outsiders could see the shadow clearly, the wine gourd hanging from the treetops with crooked necks made a loud "bang" sound, bursting and scattering in an instant. Gourd fragments mixed with residual liquor were scattered all over the ground.

The feathered arrow is firmly nailed to the trunk of the tree!

There was a commotion among those who watched the lively good deeds in the rear, and they were amazed by Zu Zhao's amazing arm strength. One by one, the rangers pulled down their faces, and they could no longer see the slightest ridicule or frolic. Even Zhang Yuan himself had to gasp, really surprised how a teenager who was no more than ten, five or six years old could have such extraordinary strength. Even if the first two arrows missed, the last arrow was enough to shock people's hearts.

It seems that this son really has two hits!

Zu Zhao slowed down his horse and returned unhurriedly. After a short silence, the children of the ancestral family erupted into long-lost cheers, putting aside the "misses" of the first two rounds, the last arrow of the eldest prince was really happy. Not only that, but it is precisely because of the foreshadowing of the loss of the first two rounds that the excitement at this moment is even more prominent.

Handing the four-toothed bow in his hand to an entourage, Zu Zhao rode a horse through the children of the ancestral family and came to Zhang Yuan, his forehead was oozing beads of sweat, he maintained an elegant posture and bowed, and said: "I was lucky to hit once, but unfortunately I broke my brother's wine gourd, and my brother will pay it back according to the price another day." The elder brother has superb skills, and the younger brother has been taught, and he will redouble his efforts in the future. This time, my brother was convinced.

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Yuan was about to speak, but he didn't want Zhang Yu on the side to snort coldly and said first: "I already lost, what else is there to say?" If it weren't for the fact that my eldest brother had all three arrows hit the wine gourd and cracked the gourd, how could you have shot this last arrow to smash it? Your ancestors still have smiles on their faces, I really don't know what to say.

Hearing this, several of the disciples who followed closely behind Zu Zhao couldn't help but grin their teeth and be angry. One of them shouted: "Two of your three arrows are powerless, and they can shoot the wine gourd into the hole, joke."

"That is, my eldest son shot seven horse thieves, and all of them were cold. The first two arrows are for you. "

My ancestor is the third general, and the eldest prince has studied and practiced hard since he was a child, not to mention shooting this bird gourd, what about the stone wall?"

The rangers were also not polite, and they ridiculed each other one by one.

Seeing that the words were getting more and more scoreful, Zu Zhao immediately raised his hand and shouted, "Shut up." Losing the technique is small, as the so-called shame and courage, losing the integrity is called a shame.

When the children of the ancestral family heard this, everyone was silent, although there were still people who were not convinced, but they only turned into resentment on their faces. Not only that, but those rangers also realized that they no longer continued to be sarcastic.

Zhang Yuan's face was serious, and he said in a tone that lost his strength: "The eldest prince is really a downright person, Zhang admires it."

Zu Zhao arched to Zhang Yuan and said: "Since the battle has been divided, although my brother is willing to bow down, he still insists on the purpose of this trip, hoping to conspire with his brother to prepare for theft this year." I hope my brother will give me more advice.

Although Zhang Yuan had three points of emptiness in his heart, firstly, he was older, and secondly, he simply accepted it calmly in front of so many people. He laughed twice, gradually regained a bit of smugness, and said: "It's easy to say, it's incumbent on you to guard against thieves and defend your homeland." This time, Zhang conceded..."

Before the words were finished, someone suddenly pointed in the direction of the crooked neck tree and shouted: "Someone is there."

Zhang Yuan, Zu Zhao and the others all turned their heads to look, only to see that there was a figure under the tree with a crooked neck at some point, looking up and down at the feathered arrows nailed to the trunk. The man was tall, with a longbow behind him and an old quiver at his waist, and looked like an ordinary hunter in his attire.

"This man... Where did it come from? Zhang Yuan asked with squinted eyes.

"I haven't seen it yet." Zhang Yu hurriedly said.

Zu Zhao was also a little strange, he glanced back at the good deeds of the onlookers in the rear, those ordinary people saw that the competition was over, most of them had dispersed, and only a few people were still talking and looking. At such a distance, it is impossible for any of these good deeds to run past.

"Eldest Prince, I'll ask what that man does." Zu Ji asked.

"Let's go together." On the one hand, it was out of curiosity, and on the other hand, he also wanted to interrupt Zhang Yuan's boastful words, Zu Zhao immediately replied. After speaking, he took the lead in beating the horse and marched forward, followed by Zu Ji and the children of the ancestral family.

Seeing this, the two brothers Zhang Yuan and Zhang Yu also took the other rangers to follow.

When he came to the crooked neck tree, he saw clearly that the person's appearance seemed to be similar to Zhang Yuan's age, but because of the stubble on his face, he was even more mature. The other party naturally heard a group of people coming from behind, but he never paid attention to it, and walked around in front of the tree by himself.

"Who are you hunting, and what are you doing here?" Zhang Zhen asked with a big grin.

"Why, you're just messing around here, aren't serious people allowed to rest here?" The other party replied without looking back, and the tone of his speech was not embellished in any way, and displeasure arose spontaneously.

"Well, you rough and reckless man, my eldest brother is competing with others here, how can he be a joke. Get out of here as soon as possible, otherwise Hugh blames the young master for his bad temper. Zhang was furious and scolded with a horsewhip.

"Hmph, it's up to you?" The man said nonchalantly.

"A good thief, killing himself." Zhang Yu yelled, raised the horsewhip and was about to smoke it.

The man remained motionless, but one hand reached for the handle of the dagger at his waist.

"Stop." At this critical moment, Zu Zhao urged him to step forward and stopped in front of Zhang Yu.

"Get out of the way." Zhang Yu shouted at Zu Zhao.

"Zhang Pre, Hugh is rude." Although Zhang Yuan was also dissatisfied with the hunter-like man, he was unwilling to compromise his identity in front of Zu Zhao, so he immediately called his younger brother to stop.

"Big brother, how can you allow such arrogance and mischief?" Zhang Yu looked unconvinced.

"Why bother to meet the same people as the mountain villagers." Zhang Yuan said disdainfully.