Fenghou

It turned out to be Yue Fei's iron gun. Chen Qing immediately became interested, and quickly took the iron gun to take a closer look. Ten catties is more convenient for Chen Qing.

He stood up and swung his gun, and immediately noticed the difference between a spear and a spear. The spear had a hard head, and the tip of the spear could not be shaken, while the tip of the spear could shake out several points, which was more suitable for Chen Qing, who was good at fencing.

The arena was full of drums and loud shouts. Fu Moshan had won two games in a row, and the next game was the last one.

Fu Moshan stared fiercely at Chen Qing, raised his knife and shouted: "Huanqing bandit, let the horse come here!"

There were boos all around, and the soldiers put their hands in their mouths and whistled desperately.

Chen Qing got on his horse and swung his spear lightly.

In the main stand, Fu Xuan smiled to Wang Yan in a low voice: "Commander, the gun he is holding seems to be the iron gun that Yue Fei left behind!"

Wang Yan smiled faintly, "He can use Yue Fei's Zhangba iron gun, which means that he is not weak. Your nephew should be careful."

"If it's really not as good as him, I'll be convinced!"

Having said that, Fu Xuan also sent a confidant to tell Fu Moshan that he must pay attention to Chen Qing's iron spear and not to underestimate the enemy.

On the arena, the supervisor raised two flags and said: "Listen up, two generals, you are not allowed to hurt anyone in the martial arts competition, and the one who controls the opponent wins, otherwise the military law will not be tolerated!"

He waved the flag in his hand, "The contest begins!"

The drums were beating loudly all around, and the soldiers put their mouths together and shouted loudly: "Cut off his head! Cut it in half!"

Lest the world be in chaos.

Chen Qingbin waved his iron spear, straightened his waist, and stared at the opponent coldly.

He clamped his legs, and the horse galloped out, and Fu Moshan urged the horse to also rush over.

After rushing to his eyes in a moment, Fu Moshan yelled, aiming at Chen Qing's shoulder with a knife, without any mercy, he would rather be punished by military law than behead him, avenging his face with a kick.

Chen Qing had expected his thoughts early on, so he was not in a hurry. When the big knife was approaching his neck, he suddenly lowered his head, and there was a gust of wind, and the big knife slashed across the top of his head.

The moment the two horses staggered, Chen Qing suddenly gave up his spear, jumped up from the horse, and threw Fu Moshan off the horse to the ground. He had long discovered the weakness of Fu Moshan's unsteady footing, he couldn't stand firmly, and he couldn't sit still .

Before Fu Moshan could struggle, a sharp dagger was already on his neck, Chen Qing said coldly: "If you move again, your throat will be cut off!"

Fu Moshan felt the cold blade, and a sharp pain came from his neck, and he dared not move.

The supervisor glanced at the coach Wang Yan, and Fu Xuan was anxious, "Marshal, this is obviously not a one-on-one match, can it count?"

Wang Yan sneered, "They are competing for the head of the scouts. There should be no problem for the scouts to use this move. What does General Fu think?"

Fu Xuan was speechless for a moment, and he suddenly realized that he had been misled by the opponent's iron spear and had been fooled.

"Commander, Mo Shan has fought three times in a row. According to the rules, he should have another chance!"

Wang Yan narrowed his eyes and nodded, "Yes!"

Seeing the coach nodding, the supervisor immediately waved the flag and shouted: "Third round, Chen Yuhou wins!"

There was no sound around, no whistles, no shouts, all the soldiers looked at this scene blankly, it was unexpected.

Li Jiang let go of her heart, she did not see the wrong person.

Avoiding the weakness of one's own strength, grasping the weakness of the opponent's bulky body, and defeating the enemy with one move, this is the best scout.

Chen Qing stood up, but swung the dagger back very quickly. Fu Moshan, who was furious, was about to grab him, but a sharp dagger appeared in his hand. If he moved forward again, the palm of his hand would be pierced by the dagger. Fu Moshan's hand suddenly froze.

This little move made the surrounding soldiers burst into laughter.

Wang Yan couldn't help laughing too, his mind is far behind!

……

According to the rules of attacking, Fu Moshan had won two games in a row before, so he had the opportunity to compete with Chen Qing in martial arts again.

The additional contest Fu Moshan proposed is the step bow. His foot is not stable, and his riding and shooting are in a mess. Only the step bow can have a chance of winning.

It's just that Chen Qing has never practiced bows, he has only shot crossbows, so he proposed to use step crossbows. Although Fu Xuan firmly opposed it, Wang Yan agreed without hesitation.

Wang Yan walked to the arena with a military crossbow, pointed to a small tree on the cliff and said to the two of them: "The small tree is about eighty steps away, you will shoot the small tree, and the one who hits the trunk will win." , the one who shoots down the branch is the top."

"I'll come first!"

Fu Moshan stepped forward unconvinced. He chose a two-stone bow, set the bow with an arrow, and drew the step bow.

The step bow is the basis of martial arts training. There were hundreds of thousands of bow and arrow clubs on the border of the Northern Song Dynasty. During the slack season, farmers would organize to practice archery.

Not to mention the powerful Bazi Army, almost all soldiers are good at infantry and have the right to speak.

Fu Moshan raised his bow and nocked his arrow, and there was a burst of applause, "What strength!"

As soon as the string was loosened, an arrow drew a parabola and shot it. The arrow hit the small tree, but failed to nail it. It grazed the small tree and fell.

There were sighs of regret all around, but it was already very good. Eighty steps away, there was a small tree with the thickness of a teacup. The round trunk was not like a flat target. On the trunk, it's easier said than done.

At this time, everyone's eyes were on Chen Qing.

Wang Yan handed the military crossbow in his hand to Chen Qing and said with a smile: "This is not only a crossbow, but also a bow, so I don't count your violation, try it!"

Chen Qing took the military crossbow and looked at it for a while, and let go of his heart. The structure is almost the same as that of later generations of crossbows.

The body of the crossbow in later generations was made of aluminum alloy, while in the Song Dynasty it was made of jujube wood. It was the first time he saw a crossbow with such a wide bow.

I'm afraid it will take a lot of force to pull it apart, and this big crossbow is very heavy, weighing at least twenty catties.

Chen Qing supported the body of the crossbow with his left hand, and pulled the hook string with his right hand. With both arms, he shouted loudly, and the bowstring creaked and pulled away.

Fu Moshan's expression changed, and there were exclamations all around.

"Oh my god! He actually used his arm to pull back the crossbow."

Chen Qing had no idea that the crossbow he was using was the famous God Arm Crossbow of the Song Dynasty, also known as the God Arm Bow. Ordinary soldiers could not pull it open at all. Professional crossbowmen relied on kicking to open the crossbow. Even Fu Moshan had to rely on the strength of his waist to use his arms open crossbow.

But Chen Qing, who was ignorant and fearless, even pulled the bowstring with his arms.

Wang Yan was moved by it. He wanted to test Chen Qing's strength, so he took out the magic crossbow specially. The opponent was beyond his expectation.

Chen Qing strung the string, and smiled embarrassedly, "This crossbow is a little laborious, which makes the commander laugh."

Wang Yan said calmly, "Shoot an arrow and show me!"

Chen Nu raised the arrow and aimed at the small tree on the cliff.

Chen Qing's eyes were calm and his hands were as steady as Mount Tai. Wang Yan nodded secretly. Such steady hands would take ten years of hard work to achieve.

All the soldiers gasped, and held up the [-]-pound divine arm crossbow with one arm. The arm is still so stable, no one in the entire Bazi army may be able to do it.

Step bow is very simple, but it is equally difficult to do it to the extreme.

Chen Qing buckled the hanging knife, "Swoosh! 'A crossbow arrow shot out like lightning, hitting a branch of a small tree,' Kacha! 'The branch broke and fell from the cliff.

Cheers and applause resounded through the barracks. No one cared that he was from the Huanqing Army anymore. He conquered the surrounding soldiers with his own strength.

Fu Moshan was full of frustration, Fu Xuan gave Chen Qing a cold look, turned and left without saying a word.

Wang Yan handed Chen Qing a bronze medal, looked at him and said, "From now on, you will be the head of the second division of the Eight Character Army Scout Battalion!"

Chapter 5 Narrow Road

Chen Qing didn't have time to mingle with his boss and subordinates, he was about to leave as soon as he took office.

Li Jiang handed him a command arrow, "The commander is going to lead the army westward to retreat to Dasan Pass tonight, and the scouts must go ahead to check if there are any enemy ambushes. You lead the second scout team to scout the Jingzhao North Line. If you find anything, send someone immediately." Come back and report!"

"Follow the order!"

The sky was not yet dark, Chen Qing led 22 scout cavalry left the valley and ran to the southwest...

It was late autumn, the weather was gloomy, the heavy rain for two consecutive days made the air wet, and a layer of gray mist shrouded the desolate land.

The war didn't end yet. Jurchen cavalrymen plundered and slaughtered the Guanzhong Plain, searching for the remnants of the defeated Song army.

Chen Qing was like a dream. Two days ago, he led an anti-narcotics squad into the border, but in the blink of an eye, he led a Song Dynasty squad into the war zone.

The time and space of 900 years seem to be run together by a rope of fate.

……

Just after dawn the next day, Chen Qing led the team to detour from the Wei River in the south and ran up a small mound. In the distance was a meandering canal, and on both sides of the canal were endless wheat fields.

The golden wheat has already matured. Although the war is still going on, the desperate farmers ran to the fields to harvest the wheat.

The continuous heavy rains caused the wheat to suffer, and if it was not harvested, the wheat would all rot in the ground.

These wheat-grabbing farmers are like canaries in the coal mine. The canary can prove whether there is poisonous gas underground, and these farmers can prove that there are no fierce Jurchen cavalry nearby.

But Chen Qinghe's men couldn't be too far away from the main force. Although there is no enemy army now, it doesn't mean there won't be any in the future.

Chen Qing saw a forest in the distance.

"Let's go to rest in the woods!"

Chen Qing led the cavalry to the woods to the west.

Just when they were hundreds of steps away from the woods, Chen Qing suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

Everyone reined in their horses one after another, "Boss, what's going on?"

"There are horseshoe prints on the ground!"

It was only then that everyone noticed that there were messy and fresh horseshoe prints on the ground, coming from the northwest direction, going around in a circle, and extending into the woods.

"Ah! There is hostility."

Everyone became nervous, Chen Qing yelled: "Don't mess up, prepare to fight with bows and crossbows!"

Everyone immediately picked up their bows and arrows, and the team dispersed.

'Woo—'

The horn sounded, and a group of Jurchen cavalry rushed out from the woods, about 20 of them, all of them were shirtless, their hair was disheveled, and their faces were painted black.

It's not that they don't want to wear armor, it's just that they found the enemy army a little late, and they were afraid of alarming the Song army's scouts and let these Song army soldiers run away.

Just as the scouts of the Song Army wanted to catch them to ask for confessions, the Jurchen cavalry also wanted to catch the opponent and ask the whereabouts of the main force.

Twenty Jurchen cavalry ambushed in the woods, waiting for the Song army to take the bait, but they were discovered by the Song army cavalry.

Chen Qing secretly rejoiced that he almost made the mistake of empiricism, thinking that farmers working in the fields would have no enemy situation, but he didn't know that it was just dawn and the enemy troops went into the woods to rest in the middle of the night, and the farmers in the wheat fields did not find them at all.

"Fire arrows!"

Chen Qing shouted, raised his army crossbow, and shot a crossbow arrow.

More than twenty arrows flew from the air and shot at the Jurchen cavalry, but the Jurchen cavalry suddenly disappeared from their horses. They hid under the horse's belly, and the twenty arrows only shot down two horses However, the Jurchen cavalry remained unscathed.

After the twenty arrows had been shot, the Jurchen cavalry appeared on horseback one after another, and shot at the Song army with their bows and arrows. They were very skilled in riding and shooting, and the power of the bow and arrow was extremely great. Two scouts of the Song army were shot by random arrows. With a cry, he fell off his horse.

Standing still like this is a live target, and you will also be hit by the powerful impact of the enemy cavalry, so you must fight it.

Retreat is even more impossible, the enemy's horsemanship is more skilled than them, and the speed is faster than them, they will be chased and shot by the enemy, and the last one will not survive.

Chen Qing made a decisive decision and shouted: "Follow me and kill!"

With a wave of his long spear, he led twenty men to rush forward.

The two cavalry squads collided head-on, 'Boom! ' There was a loud noise, the soil splashed, the horses neighed, the soldiers screamed, and the peasants in the distance ran away in fright.

The two sides fought fiercely together.

The Jurchen sentry cavalry were all brave and good at fighting, with high martial arts skills and excellent equestrian skills, but they hardly cooperated and fought independently.

And although this Song army scouts were improvised, and their equestrian skills were not good, they were all elites selected from the army after all. First of all, they were well-trained, paid attention to formation, and paid attention to coordination. In addition, their armor was strong and their equipment was better than that of the opponent. naked.

For a while, the two scouting armies were evenly fought, screams continued, and the casualties on both sides became heavier.

Shoot people first, shoot horses, catch thieves first, and capture kings first!Chen Qingbin waved his iron spear and charged towards the opposing centurion.

Chen Qing had never practiced marksmanship, he used the epee technique in fencing, and he paid attention to finding flaws and hitting with one blow.

The two horses greeted each other, and the opponent's mace hit Chen Qing fiercely, creating a gust of wind.

Chen Qing dodged sideways and pierced the opponent's lower abdomen with a spear at an extremely fast speed. Before the opponent could withdraw his mace to block, the direction of his spear suddenly changed, and it turned out to be stabbing at the opponent's horse.

It was too unexpected, the war horse couldn't dodge in time, 'poof! ' was pierced through the head with a spear.

The horse immediately fell to the ground and pressed the centurion's leg under him. Before the centurion could get up, Chen Qing shot through his vest from behind. The centurion screamed and died on the spot.

The death of the leader greatly affected the morale of the Jurchen cavalry, which is a common characteristic of all nomadic soldiers. They did not have the hatred of ruining the country, and they came to the Central Plains only to plunder wealth and women.

Soldiers rely entirely on the desire to plunder to support their morale. They are strong, but lack resilience. Once their morale fades, they feel that the gain is not worth the loss, and they do not want to fight anymore.

The Jurchen cavalry was no exception. The leader was killed, and the soldiers realized that they were at a disadvantage, so they began to think of retreating.