Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin did execute Matsumoto Kikuma three times.

He shouted: "Kikuma Matsumoto has been convicted of three crimes. Now, I, the Arrow of Prairie Punishment, will immediately execute him three times."

Then he took out his war bow and took out three heavy arrows.

Matsumoto Kikuma was beaten into a pig's head by Zhao Chuanxin with his bare hands, and his samurai sword pierced two Achilles tendons, and he had already given up.

At this moment, he saw Zhao Chuanxin taking out a huge war bow that was as tall as him. He was so frightened that his two limbs trembled. If he hadn't been tied up with a rope, he would have collapsed to the ground.

Originally, there were some people in the crowd who were filled with righteous indignation, but after Zhao Chuanxin kicked Aminbu's leg ten meters away and vomited blood and died, no one dared to "deliver justice."

But seeing Zhao Chuanxin's arms stretched out, he suddenly pulled out the bowstring.

I blanch...

A group of prairie men stared wide-eyed.

There are very few grassland people who have never touched a bow and arrow. Especially after the rise of firearms, the court's control over bows and arrows was greatly relaxed.

This war bow is probably a thirteen-power bow.

Before the Ming Dynasty, the unit for measuring bow force was "stone". In the Ming Dynasty, it was directly measured in "jin", while in the Qing Dynasty, it was measured in "force".

Force measurement in the Ming and Qing Dynasties is relatively reliable.

Shunzhi's birch bark bow is Qili, weighing approximately 84 pounds.

The imperial birchbark bows used by Emperor Kangxi had a force of eleven and a force of seven and a half, respectively, weighing approximately 132 pounds and 90 pounds respectively.

Of course, judging from the disparity in power between the two bows, it is not difficult to imagine that the eleven-power bow is mostly just a fake, usually used to show off.

Even before the abolition of the martial arts examination, in the martial arts examination, the three forces of riding and shooting, and the five forces of foot and arch were emphasized. Those who could fire a seven-force bow and draw the string to a full length of three feet were already the best in a hundred.

The size of Zhao Chuanxin's bow is extremely exaggerated and staggering.

Matsumoto Kikuma was even more frightened.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the string all the way, with such a relaxed look that one had to suspect that his arm span had reached the limit, otherwise he could have continued to pull.

whoosh...

The arrow from the string flew out and stuck on the ground beside Matsumoto Kikuma.

The thick heavy arrow shaft does not tremble much.

Kikuma Matsumoto was like a fish out of water, panting heavily and looking a bit hypoxic.

Sweat poured out of his disheveled hair, covering his head and face, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Others looked frightened and sweated for Matsumoto Kikuma.

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "Ah tui... blanch it, it's wrong."

Matsumoto Kikuma: "..."

People around: "..."

One student whispered to his classmates: "Do you think he really ejected wrongly, or did he do it deliberately?"

"It must be a real miss. Look at the way he holds the bow. He is really a layman."

Even children can't stand it.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin drew his bow for the second time.

Archery is a test of arm strength. Even if a strong person can draw such a heavy bow, many can only draw it once.

But Zhao Chuanxin not only continued to pull away easily, but also stretched it to the full again, although his movements were not very standard.

Zhao Chuanxin closed one eye and took aim, his head still tilting.

"Huh? It seems a little crooked. Let me calibrate it. Well, this is interesting. Raising it a little is just right..."

Matsumoto Kikuma saw the arrow shaking up and down, left and right, and his head shook as well, as if he could avoid disaster in this way.

Five seconds, ten seconds, half a minute, one minute...

I blanch...the crowd frys.

Was this man's arm welded to death? Why did you pull for so long and still not exhausted?

It's really torturous.

But Matsumoto Kikuma opened his mouth, poof...

He spat out a mouthful of liquid that was a little green and a little brown.

"Look, Mr. Matsumoto is so frightened that he is vomiting bile..."

"Blessed by eternal life, I don't want to die like this..."

Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "Yes!"

let go.

whoosh...

laugh……

The arrow stuck into the ground again.

Missed again!

Matsumoto Kikuma opened his mouth: "Pfft..."

Vomited another mouthful of bile.

"Hot!" Zhao Chuanxin yelled: "I was also good at riding and shooting back then. How come I can shoot so far now? I really don't live up to my reputation as a punishment arrow on the grassland."

Others thought: Zhuo, this is a real arrow of punishment.

Even if he wasn't shot to death, he would still be scared to death.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his arm.

In fact, the sun is just right today, and the particle flow is replenishing energy to the root of the starry sky, so my arms are not sore.

After shaking his arm, he picked up the last arrow, twisted his neck, and jumped on the spot.

Matsumoto Kikuma's mouth was filled with a bitter taste. He opened his mouth: "You, you, you, why don't you kill me with a knife..."

Zhao Chuanxin was furious: "What, are you looking down on my punishment arrow? This is really unreasonable. The palace is four miles away. Do you still follow the king's laws?"

The surrounding officials shook their heads when they heard this: Tsk tsk, listen, is this human talk? He even started to talk about the king's law.

So he also knew that Awang's Mansion was four miles away?

Zhao Chuanxin drew his bow and arrow for the third time and shouted: "Matsumoto Kikuo, you have to... pay attention!"

Matsumoto Kikuma: "Pfft...pfft..."

If he didn't hit it, he felt like he was going to vomit all the gall.

At this moment, a group of riders swarmed over.

Someone shouted in the distance: "Save someone under the arrow!"

Matsumoto Kikuma glanced out of the corner of his eye, feeling ecstatic. Looking at the scale, the person coming must be a guard from the palace, or a new army from the left rear.

What he thought was correct, the person who came was none other than Amul Linggui, not only bringing with him the palace guards, but also Bao Shanyi and his subordinates.

Just when Matsumoto Kikuma had a glimmer of hope for survival, he heard Zhao Chuanxin yell: "I'll leave you paralyzed!"

whoosh...

Arrows shot out.

puff...

Matsumoto Kikuma's eyes widened, and his head was nailed to the wooden pole.

Hit the tenth ring!

Aminbu rolled and crawled towards Bao Shanyi.

"Dad, that thief hit me and broke my fingers."

Bao Shanyi frowned and scolded: "Don't you see the prince here? It's embarrassing, get out of here."

Amullinggui pretended not to hear.

This Aminbu was a few years younger than him, and he looked dissolute, which was really disgusting.

It was discovered that Zhao Chuanxin had shot Matsumoto Kikuma to death with an arrow, and Amullinggui rode his horse forward under the protection of his guards.

When the people saw this, they saluted one after another.

"The prince is here."

"My lord wants to bring this murderer to justice. It's really abominable..."

"Lawless, even more lawless than Taoke Taohu and the others..."

Under Amullinggui's instructions, a guard shouted: "Wuna thief, Prince Zhasak Bodole Gatai has arrived. Put down your bow and arrow and spare your life."

Zhao Chuanxin turned a deaf ear. He walked over and pulled out the samurai sword that was pinned to Matsumoto Kikuma's Achilles tendons, and said to a child: "Go into the house and take out the scabbard for me."

The child didn't dare to disobey and went back.