Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 689 The style of that arrow

  In the doorway, it was still dark, without a single figure.

  The people on the city wall obviously couldn't wait any longer.

  People are talking about it.

   It's been so long, and it hasn't come out yet?

  Who is this person?

   Could it be that Wang Shouren rushed back after intercourse?

   In the midst of this discussion.

  Actually, behind this door, countless guards and 50% of the soldiers guarding here were all stunned.

  Because what they saw was a lame man.

  The **** was carrying an iron tire bow, and at the same time, he was carrying a box. Yes, it was a box, not a quiver. Inside the box were all arrows, and the arrow feathers of the mace arrows were exposed.

  The Spike Arrow is extra thick and heavy. It is specially made for the iron tire bow. An ordinary quiver can't hold much, so I simply carried the box on my back.

  Zhang Yuanxi was a little nervous. He saw pairs of eyes. When these people looked at him, they were always staring at his legs and feet.

   Facing these gazes, Zhang Yuanxi couldn't help but feel a little heavy in his heart.

   This is a look of contempt and suspicion, which makes Zhang Yuanxi very uncomfortable.

  He dragged his legs and continued to stagger.

   Every step forward is very slow.

   This road is also very long.

   When he passed through the doorway, and then stepped out of the doorway step by step, he raised his head and looked at the urn city with four high walls, and above the high walls, there was already a din of people, and countless people couldn't help cheering.

   Anyway, he is Daming's shooter.

  People subconsciously boiled and applauded.

   It doesn't matter whether the skills are inferior to others.

  The most important thing is that people have the courage to compete with the Tatars for their best bow and horse.

Zhang Yuanxi felt a little dizzy. Looking at the crowds on the high wall and hearing countless cheers, he took a deep breath, then continued to drag his legs, limped, and headed towards the opposite Tatar five. Prince Chiju walked away.

   The cheers gradually died down.

   Until this time, people didn't realize what was going on.

   Someone suddenly said: "It's a cripple, why is it a cripple?"

   All of a sudden, people were in an uproar.

  Many people feared that they were not looking carefully enough, so they raised their binoculars one after another.

   Sure enough...

   Zhang Yuanxi seemed to be limping, as if walking was very difficult.

   "How can a lame man compare arrows with a Tartar?"

   "Did I make a mistake!"

  People looked at Zhang Yuanxi in the urn sympathetically, and behind Zhang Yuanxi, the huge city gate began to close slowly.

  In the city tower, the chaos has become a mess.

   "It's a lame." An official of the Ministry of Rites shouted.

   Isn't this a joke?

  Facing the Fifth Prince of the Tatars, the one sent by Daming was only a lame man. Seeing his inconvenient legs and feet, he limped and limped in the Urn City like this, it was like a farce.

   Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan were calm and relaxed. They looked at each other happily.

  The show is about to begin.

  The Minister of Rites, Zhang Gaosheng, sat down. In fact, he didn't care too much about the competition in the urn city. After all, he was a civil servant. What's so interesting about the tricks of such warriors?

  But when everyone said the word lame in unison, Zhang Sheng's face sank.

  In his life, what he hated most in his life was the word lame.

   What's wrong with the lame man, did the lame man eat your rice?

   Send a cripple?

Ok? This is a bit of a thought.

  Fang Jifan is quite smart.

   To deal with the fifth prince of the Tatars, send a **** to fight. Even if they lose, it is because the Tatars have won with no force, and their face will be shamed. No matter what the final result is, Mingzhong still maintains its dignity.

  If you win by luck.

   No, thinking about Fang Jifan's original intention of sending the cripple, he had no intention of winning at all.

  No, no, this is the minutiae. All in all, Daming's face is important.

   It's just, where did you find this cripple?

  As Zhang Sheng said, he took out the binoculars without haste. When his eyes fell on Zhang Yuanxi, Zhang Sheng's modest smile froze immediately.

  Zhang Sheng felt that he was wrong.

  Behind the mirrors of the telescope, his pupils began to dilate, and finally…determined.

   is his son.

  The telescope snapped and fell to the ground.

  The lens fell to pieces.

  Zhang Sheng shuddered, his face livid.

  An official said: "Zhang Butang, Zhang Butang, what's the matter, Zhang Butang, speak up."

  Looking at Zhang Sheng who was stiff all over, everyone rushed forward to express their concern.

   "Poke Mother Dam!" Zhang Sheng yelled: "That's my son, that's my son, come on, hurry up, stop quickly, open the door, send out riders, and rescue my son!"

   As Zhang Sheng said, the man had already rushed towards the parapet, his legs were on the wall, and he was about to climb over the parapet and jump off the city wall.

  This towering city wall, once you jump off it, you will be crushed to pieces.

   Fortunately, there are many people here, and they are busy holding him.

Zhang Sheng didn't care about his dignity anymore. He rode on the female wall and shouted: "Save people, save people, Fang Jifan, you are immoral or not, how did I offend you, I am just such a son, I created What evil, hurry up, go down and save people, if you don't save people, it will be too late!"

  At this moment, everyone was staring at Fang Jifan.

  Fang Jifan's face was as usual, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

this…

   It is indeed a bit wicked.

  Even if Zhang Butang offends you, it’s not like this. There is only such a son, do you want to make people die? This is so unreasonable.

   Zhang Sheng then burst into tears.

  But when Abu Hua saw this, her face was ashen.

   Actually sent a lame man.

   This is the fifth prince, our Tatar sharpshooter, the son of the Great Khan favored by the Changshengtian, and the other party sent only a lame man to humiliate the fifth prince.

   A sharp edge flashed across his eyes.

   It's… a disgrace.

   is a great shame.

  The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing an inadvertent smile. Since that was the case, he was even more impolite. This **** must die.

   On the other side, Zhang Sheng was already crying so loudly, he was pulled down from the female wall, but he was crying to death, hammering his heart: "Fang Jifan, Fang Jifan..."

  …

  Below the city.

  Zhang Yuanxi was not affected in any way, he stood still. Looking far ahead.

   Right in front of him, the fifth prince, Chiju, was about 300 steps away from him. This distance...is very suitable.

  The most important thing is that this is the Wengcheng, surrounded by high walls, so there is no wind.

  He breathed evenly, and put down the arrow box.

  On the opposite side of him, the Fifth Prince Chiju also seemed to feel a little strange. At first he didn't care about it. After all, the distance is far away.

  He is a Tatar sharpshooter, with a hundred and eighty steps, he can hit a hundred shots. Even his own father, Khan, often praised himself.

  You must know that an ordinary shooter is qualified if he can hit the target within a hundred steps.

   But slowly, Chiju squinted his eyes and observed with great effort, only to realize...the opposite was indeed a lame man.

   All of a sudden, Chiju was furious.

   Shame!

   Despicable!

  Is this intentional use of this method to humiliate us Tatars?

it is good!

  He began to move forward slowly, his eyes bursting with anger.

  Today... let people taste his power, so what about the lame man, kill him first.

  He walked quickly.

But…

   It's three hundred and fifty steps away.

   Zhang Yuanxi, with a calm face, let out a sigh of relief.

   Then, he took out a mace arrow from the arrow box.

  In this life, although he is the son of the Minister of Rites, he is unknown.

   This is an opportunity.

  He wants to prove to the world that he also has a name, instead of being called only the son of the Zhang family.

  Everything is familiar with the road, the mace is in hand, and then, the bow is bent, the arrow string is full, to the extreme.

  In an instant, the noisy city wall suddenly became quiet.

  At this moment...the shooting started.

But anyone who knows a little about bows and arrows knows that at this distance, even for an outstanding archer, with the best bows and arrows, the arrow can shoot 350 steps, but when it reaches 350 steps , the entire arrow is like the end of a crossbow, and it has no strength at all. Moreover, at this distance, the accuracy of the arrow will drop sharply. It is meaningless to shoot an arrow that has lost its strength.

  People are used to shooting arrows within a hundred steps, and if they are further away, they will completely lose the aim and the penetrating power of the arrow.

  This cripple...he can't shoot arrows, can he?

  Deep in people's hearts, they couldn't help but feel disappointed.

   Chiju on the opposite side seemed to have noticed something strange, and a smile flashed across his face...

   It's really... overreaching.

  He continued to take the bow and moved forward slowly.

On the other hand, Zhang Yuanxi's face was peaceful. Every muscle in his body was coordinated with the longbow in his hand. His eyes were already fixed on the target. That target was just a dark shadow, and at this moment, it was only as big as an arm. But such a target, Zhang Yuanxi has used it as a target to shoot, I don't know how many times.

  His heart was still, and then, with a puff, the bowstring wrapped with beef tendon and gold wire rebounded, making a puff sound.

  The spiked arrow shot out like a shooting star.

  He…shot.

   Countless people exclaimed.

  How can you shoot at this distance?

   It's just a joke.

  The spiked arrows spun wildly in the air, pierced the void, and rushed towards the target. The arrows were clustered under the sun, shining coldly and shining brightly.

On the city tower, Zhang Sheng stopped crying and making noise. He stared wide-eyed and almost lay on the female wall. As everyone held his breath, he also held his breath. His eyes quickly caught the wolf-toothed arrow. .

  The Spike Arrow has exceeded a hundred steps...

  However, its power is undiminished, and through the huge power brought by the spin, it breaks through the wind and moves forward.

   Two hundred steps!

  After those two hundred steps, the Spike Arrow Stone shocked the sky.

  Finally, with a snort, Chi Shu paused at about three hundred and thirty steps, and he showed an inconceivable expression.

  ...

Thanks to "Eating ***" for mentioning the 44th leader. Here, I am very grateful. As we all know, "Eating ***" students know that he is a person who has not yet escaped the vulgar interest just by looking at its reader name. , but it uses plain and unpretentious readers to attack and spur some indescribable social phenomena at present, just like Mr. Lu Xun's thought-provoking saying "don't write hard when you can't write", revealing the essence of human nature. Evil, well, I can't make it up anymore, today is the fifth change, and tomorrow I will strive for the sixth change.

  (end of this chapter)