At this time, Zhao Ji, who was watching the excitement and not afraid of big troubles, shouted from a high hill:

"Quick, chase and shoot!"

"No!" Thirty Imperial City Division officers and cavalrymen agreed,

He shouted again:

"Drive!"

They all urged their horses, and they had just run a few steps away.

"Whoosh!" The sound of arrows piercing the air came from far to near.

A cavalryman from the Royal City Department, carrying a water ladle on his bronze helmet, was hit by an arrow.

Zhao Ji, who was standing on a high hill, could see clearly that the arrow was coming from Yang Zhi, who had ridden more than fifty steps away on horseback. He bent his bow and nocked an arrow, turned around and came back with a [Moqiu], and hit the target with one arrow.

"Okay!"

"Mr. Yang, your archery skills are great!" The home audience, the officers and soldiers of Moutuogang Pastoral Station, cheered.

The official cavalryman, who was hit by an arrow in the water gourd on his head, shouted angrily:

"Paoze, avenge me!"

"Okay!" Another official cavalryman, who was bending his bow and setting up an arrow, just agreed;

He then heard the sound of another arrow piercing the air.

"Whoosh"!

"Oops!" The water scoop fastened to the bronze helmet on his head was also shot by Yang Zhi...

"Okay!"

"Mr. Yang, what a great shot!" The home audience, the officers and soldiers of Moutuogang Pastoral Station, cheered again.

Zhao Ji also smiled and shouted: "Good archery skills!"

The commander who accompanied Zhao Guan's family and was also on the high hill, his face turned red with embarrassment.

Just at the beginning, he reduced his staff by two people. Isn't this a slap in the face of his close subordinate and commander?

Zhao Ji hopes that my subordinates will practice martial arts and riding and shooting skills in the future, so that they can better protect me!

Now, it is worthwhile to teach the officers (soldiers) a lesson through Yang Zhi, so that they can "understand their shame and then be brave".

"Whoosh!" The sound of arrows piercing the air came again, and the water ladle on the head of another subordinate officer and cavalry was hit by Yang Zhi's arrow.

"Mr. Yang, you are so powerful!" The officers and soldiers of Moutuogang Pastoral Station cheered again...

In order to test Yang Zhi's true riding and shooting skills, Zhao Ji shouted:

"Wait a minute, let's fire!"

"No!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

………………

The arrows fired by the remaining twenty-seven personal officers and cavalry flew in graceful arcs towards the large water ladle fastened on the phoenix-winged helmet above Yang Zhi's head...

Yang Zhi, who had already succeeded three times with the [Moqiu] shooting posture, saw a group of arrows flying down like sparse heavy raindrops, and he felt a big "fuck" in his heart.
Chapter completed!