The last word in the previous chapter was wrong. It was not Zhang Yu but Zhang Fu. It has been corrected.
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The vassal kings are sitting here talking, while the guards of Yan vassal in the distance are as motionless as statues.
After Zhu Di finished speaking, a tall and heroic young man with slender arms walked out of the guards and strode over.
Your Highness!
This young man's brows are full of heroism and his words are sonorous and powerful.
Wen Bi, play with King Ning's warriors! Zhu Di spoke easy-going to the young man named Zhang Fu. Don't worry about the outcome! After saying that, he smiled at the vassal kings and said, after all, he is still mine.
Brother-in-law! (Brother-in-law!)
Let's talk about the two warriors. Each went to his own mount to sort out his weapons.
Zhu Yunxi's eyes were bright, full of love for talent.
The eldest son of Zhang Yu, Zhang Fu's famous general throughout the ages and Zhu Di's confidant general, Zhang Yu died in battle in Jingnan and was granted the title of King of Hejian.
As a hero, Zhang Fu not only shined during the Jingdou Period, but also later conquered Annan (Vietnam) and captured the puppet king and his son of the Annan Hu Dynasty who usurped the throne, making Annan once the territory of the Ming Dynasty.
He also served as the vanguard general in Zhu Di's third, fourth, and fifth Northern Expeditions.
The Zhang family in the Yongle, Renzong, and Xuanzong dynasties were all the most distinguished military generals in the Ming Dynasty. Unfortunately, another god of war in the Ming Dynasty later had the heart of his ancestors but not the ability of his ancestors, and conquered Oara in the north. The seventy-five-year-old Zhang
Fu, died in battle in front of the battle.
Looking at the powerful figure going away, Zhu Yunxi was filled with envy. He envied Zhu Di because he had so many generals like the Zhang family and his son! In addition to the Zhang family and his son, there were also Qiu Fu, Zhu Neng, Wang Zhen and so on.
Suddenly, Zhu Yunxi had a plan in mind.
In a few days, the old man will declare himself the emperor's grandson. At that time, in the name of the crown prince, he will transfer Zhu Di's generals to the capital. Wouldn't it be like cutting off his arms?
There is also the famous black-clad prime minister Yao Guangxiao, who was also transferred in because the Yingtianfu Ancient Buddha Temple still lacked an abbot.
Even if you, Zhu Di, are a fierce tiger, I will pull out your teeth first and see how you bite people in the future.
At this time, Ning Fan's warriors and Yan Fan's generals were ready.
Zhu Yunxi stood up and said with a smile, "The warriors of the Ming Dynasty are competing in the field. It is not appropriate for me to wait for the vassal king to sit here. Dear uncles, let's go forward and have a look at the style of the men of the Ming Dynasty!"
After speaking, Zhu Yunxi took the lead and walked directly to the edge of the school field.
The competition between the two was a literary competition, not a battle of life. The open space on the school grounds was specially used to practice riding and archery. There were arrow targets on both sides of the passage where the horses ran.
The warrior of the Three Guards of Aslanduoyan, with a white horse on his hip.
Zhang Fu, a general under Yan Fan, rode a majestic yellow gelding.
The two of them quickly got on their horses. The war horse sensed its master's fighting spirit, and immediately dug its front hooves into the ground, while hot air erupted from its nostrils.
You come first! Aslan stared and said to Zhang Fu.
Zhang Fu smiled proudly and did not answer him, but shouted to the guards who arranged the arrow targets, "Good man, who the hell shoots fixed targets?"
Yes, change the moving target!
As soon as Zhang Fu finished speaking, Zhu Di's sons started cheering loudly, as if they were sure of victory.
Change the target! Prince Ning Zhu Quan looked disgusted and roared.
Among his guards, dozens of men dismounted from their horses, walked to the targets, kicked them down, then took off their iron helmets, picked them up with long knives, and raised them above their heads.
What kind of pride and confidence is this?
The sword has no eyes, and the arrows fired by the galloping horses will hit people at the slightest mistake, not to mention that the current arrow targets are only helmets the size of heads.
The seventeenth uncle is mighty! The three beautiful guards are well-deserved! Zhu Yunxi admired him half-heartedly.
Ning Wang Zhu Quan smiled proudly, full of pride.
At this time, there was a sudden storm on the school grounds.
The wind blows and the war flags rattle, and there is a sense of solemnity in the world.
Aslan took the lead and started galloping. The white horse was like a bolt of lightning, and the mane of the horse was flying in the wind.
The ground of the school ground is not flat, but is modeled after the battlefield, with pits and bumps. The knights on the horses rise and fall to the rhythm of the horses, as if dancing.
The upper body is straight, leaning slightly forward, with both hands not holding the reins. The left hand is the bow and the right hand is the arrow. There is an indescribable beauty.
The horse's hooves stepped into the soil and brought up pieces.
Aslan was on horseback, and the horn bow in his hand was already strung. His bow was a standard bow and arrow of the grassland people. It was not tall in order to be used easily on the war horse.
However, this kind of bow is extremely powerful in close combat. At that time, the Mongolian cavalry swept across all directions. Whether they were charging or retreating, the mounted archers could use the horn bow to shoot the enemy on the war horse. The enemy was often just about to catch up with them.
, he was shot to death by one of their arrows.
The white war horse roared out and moved forward inexorably.
Suddenly, when he was still dozens of steps away from those target helmets, Aslan instantly raised his bow and arrow like a full moon.
It's too late to say it, but it's fast then. The whole movement is so smooth and fluid that it makes people dizzy.
Clang, clang, clang!
On the war horse, Aslan leaned forward slightly, with the bowstring close to his face. In a few breaths, he actually fired three arrows.
No one saw the trajectory of the arrow at all, they only heard three crisp sounds and three helmets fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, when the war horse galloped at high speed, Aslan shot down the helmet arrow targets one by one. However, it seemed that the war horse ran too fast and actually surpassed the last arrow target.
But at this moment, the war horse Aslan turned around on his horse.
Able to draw an eagle's bow like the full moon, Aslan stood up in stirrups and looked back at the moon.
Bang! The last helmet hits the ground.
Good! All the vassal kings were dazzled and cheered.
Good soldiers, good warriors! Zhu Di looked moved and touched the sword on his body. After a while, he wanted to reward this brave man!
After Aslan finished ejaculating, he rode back. When he passed by Zhang Fu, he looked at him proudly. The latter had a solemn expression on his face and spat into the palm of his hand.
Then, Zhang Fu shouted, "Drive!"
The yellow gelding was like a sharp arrow, darting out at once, non-stop, as if flying close to the ground.
The bow in Zhang Fu's hand is a heavy bow as tall as a man. This kind of bow has a long range and is very powerful. Within thirty steps, all men and horses will be killed.
It is the favorite bow and arrow used by elite Han warriors in battle. And the requirements for archers are strict. No matter whether it is cavalry or infantry, non-elite people cannot use it.
It's just that this bow and arrow are too tall and inconvenient to use on a war horse.
On the school grounds, with the horses running wildly, Zhang Fu suddenly stood upright on the horse. The muscles of his arms protruded, and the heavy bow was drawn into a full moon shape.
But now, he is still a little far away from the target.
go!
Suddenly, Zhang Fu shouted again.
With a strong sound of breaking through the air, the thick arrow shoots into the sky, and the arrow rotates violently, like a parabola drawn by a meteor.
Projection? Zhu Yunxi was confused.
At this moment, Zhang Fu, who was on horseback, shot an arrow as fast as an arrow. The first arrow was still in the air, and the second arrow followed closely.
Dang Dang Dang!
With the same three loud noises, the thrown bow and arrow hit the iron helmet accurately like a cruise missile.
And due to the huge impact of the fall, an arrow cluster actually penetrated directly into the iron helmet.
All the vassal kings were dumbfounded and shouted for magical skills.
In the blink of an eye, only the last target was left.
Zhang Fu was still standing in the stirrups, with the bow and arrow in his hand fully drawn.
break!
With a bang, the iron helmet on the tip of the sword actually fell into pieces.
However, it was not over yet. Zhang Fu, who had shot all the helmets, took off his helmet with one hand on the galloping horse and threw it into the sky with all his strength.
To be continued...