Chapter 30 The Legend of the Condor

Eagle is a kind of bird of prey in the desert. It is known for its high flying speed and rapid flight. To shoot Eagle, it requires extraordinary archery. The Huns are nomadic people with a horse and bent bow. They are proficient in archery. It is not so easy to shoot Eagle. Anyone who can shoot Eagle is known as the "Eagle Eagle", and that is the most important archer that the Huns have.

Even with the Huns' good shooting skills, it is rare to find one of the thousands of people. Every one of the Legend of the Condor Heroes has superb archery skills, which makes people hard to match.

Such a Hun warrior was similar to dog shit in Qin Yiren's mouth, because Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong were the elite among the elite Qin army, and the Iron Eagle Swordsman selected from thousands of miles away, no worse than the Huns' The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

"Okay! Pick!" Such words were full of Yingfeng and heroic spirit, which was extremely popular with the Zhao people, and once again cheered for Qin Yi people.

Qin Yiren is the grandson of the Qin King. He was originally hated by the Zhao people, but today he did not do so. Zhao people couldn't help but cheer for him. As soon as he spoke, Zhao people didn't know how much cheer they were.

Who told Qin Yiren to take the righteousness of China as his mission and bravely choose the Huns?

A warrior like The Legend of the Condor Heroes was at the same level as the shit in Qin Yiren's mouth, which made the Huns leader extremely unhappy and wanted to fight to the death with Qin Yiren. However, he was also concerned about the power of Qin's military, for fear of causing Qin's unhappiness and hesitant.

"Don't worry, if your The Legend of the Condor Heroes really have that ability and kill my people, I will only blame them for not being good at learning!" Qin Yiren was full of confidence in Meng Zhao and the others.

"Okay! Since the young master said that, then do it. I have three The Legend of the Condor Heroes here, and I will compete for three." The Hun leader had no worries, and his face flashed with a grim look, ready to embarrass Qin Yiren.

"Why do you have to compete in three games, three to three, and one game determines the outcome!" Meng Zhao took the conversation loudly, licked his lips, his eyes hot, and said, "I have heard of the name of the Xiongnu The Legend of the Condor Heroes for a long time, and I don't know if I really have the ability."

"I will definitely not disappoint you." A ruthless look flashed in the eyes of the Hun leader: "How to compare?"

"Infantry battles, hand-to-hand combat, are the most proficient ways of riding and shooting in the Huns, and you will choose it." Ma Gai was so proud that he was dancing.

The Iron Eagle Swordsman is not only strong, but also proficient in horse fighting, infantry fighting, and cavalrying. Maga and others are confident.

"I heard that the Qin army's sharp soldiers are so great for a long time. I'd like to see them. Today I will come to learn about the Qin army's sharp soldiers." The leader of the Huns raised his chest and said, "Then let's ride and shoot."

He was taking advantage of the tricks. The Huns grew up on horseback and claimed to be able to live their lives on horseback. The way of riding and shooting was their secret skill. He used his strengths to attack Meng Zhao and the others.

"The Huns are afraid."

"The Qin people, don't compete with the Huns in cavalry, in infantry battles, and in hand-to-hand combat."

The Zhao people were very worried about Qin Yiren and the others and reminded them loudly.

"Don't worry." Qin Yiren didn't care, waved his hand and told the Zhao people to stop talking, and smiled at the leader of the Huns: "You must think that the Qin soldiers only know how to fight in the field and fight in the hand and do not know how to ride and shoot, right? Do you know that the Qin soldiers are the ancestors of the way to ride and shoot. Today, the Qin soldiers will teach you ignorant Xiongnu, what is riding and shoot?"

The Qin tribe was originally a nomadic people in the Longxi River Valley (now the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau). When they were fighting in the Longxi River Valley hundreds of years ago, the Huns didn't know where they were. They actually competed with the Qin army to ride and shoot. It was a way to play with an axe in front of the Lu Ban gate, and they were overestimating their abilities.

"Ah!" The Hun leader suddenly remembered that something happened, and a hint of fear flashed through him.

"The ancestors of the Qin people disheveled their hair, were wearing leather armor, had human heads tied around their waists, rode horses, and rushed around, calling them "Flying Cavalry". You Huns dare to brag about coming and going like the wind, and they are not ashamed. The Qin people are your ancestors."

"The Qin people, teach these damn Xiong dogs a lesson!"

The Zhao people also remembered this and cheered for Qin Yiren and the others loudly.

"But we have to bet on some lottery." Qin Yiren's eyes rolled and a wicked smile appeared.

"What do you want?" The leader of the Huns was very depressed. He originally thought that the way of riding and shooting was the best in the Huns, but he met the Qin people, who were the ancestors of riding and shooting.

"If you lose, say that three times of Shanyu are shit." Qin Yiren decided to carry out the humiliation to the end.

"Shanyu was originally a shit!" Zhao people cheered in unison, everyone was happy, which was so relieved.

"This is not possible. If I lose, I will leave all my things to you." If he scolds Shanyu, he will be done in his life. Of course, the leader of the Huns will not do it: "If you persist, you will not be able to compete."

He was already afraid and just took this matter as his official position.

"Okay, if you lose, you have to do one thing in addition to this." Qin Yiren's eyes flashed strangely.

Meng Zhao and the others were too familiar with this look. Whenever this look appeared, someone would be in trouble and looked at the Huns leader with pity.

"You cannot be disrespectful to the Shanyu or the Great Huns." The leader of the Huns was also a shrewd man, so he immediately made conditions.

"Finish!" Qin Yiren agreed readily.

The bet was completed and the competition was ready. There were people from the Colosseum ready to prepare the place, which was an open area.

Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong were wearing armor, carrying hard bows and strong arrows, hanging Qin swords on his waist, and a steed horse in Yinshan under his crotch, majestic. What’s even more rare is that the three of them looked excited, as if they were not going to fight for life and death, but going to eat meat and drink, perfectly interpreting "the Qin people are happy when they hear the battle."

"The Qin people are really tigers and wolves!"

"Only tigers and wolves are not afraid of the Huns!" Zhao people were very impressed.

Looking at the three The Legend of the Condor Heroes, they are tall and extremely powerful. They are wearing leather armor, carrying hard bows and arrows, and riding on horses. They are extraordinary and imposing.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes is well-known!" Qin Yiren saw it and praised in his heart.

Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong looked at each other, nodded slightly, and reached an agreement. Meng Zhao shouted at the Eagle's Eagle Dog, you will shoot first."

"The Qin people are too arrogant, right? They actually let the Condor shoot first." The Condor shooter is famous and has the most skillful archery skills. Even if Meng Zhao and the other two are extraordinary archery skills, they cannot give the initiative to the Condor shooter. The Zhao people were worried about Meng Zhao and the others.

If it were normal times, the people of Zhao would like to die immediately, but at this time they had to worry about them.

Qin Yiren didn't care, nodded slightly, and secretly praised Meng Zhao and the others for being so brave.

"Qin people, if you are seeking death, the warriors of the Great Huns will help you." This was despised, and the Legend of the Condor Heroes were very unhappy. He roared and galloped away.

When they arrived at the land of an arrow, three eagles snatched the horse's belly, and the horse under their crotch neighed. The man stood up, and a beautiful whirlpool turned around and won a cheer: "Okay! Pick!"

The Zhao people hated the Legend of the Condor Heroes, but they had to admit that the Legend of the Condor Heroes' riding skills were very good.

Even Qin Yiren couldn't help but praise him.

What is even more shocking is that the three eagles had already bent their bows and arrows, and what they were on the bow was not an arrow, but three arrows. Only three eagles shouted: "Qin people, die!"

"Swish!" A sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded, and nine arrows suddenly appeared in the air, breaking the air barrier and making a sharp roar, with extraordinary power, like thousands of arrows flying.

"Okay! Pick!" The Legend of the Condor Heroes is indeed worthy of being the Legend of the Condor Heroes, and the Zhao people cheered loudly again.

Qin Yiren also emphasized the key points and praised them very much.

"Your people are dead, don't blame me for not reminding you." The leader of the Huns smiled proudly at Qin Yiren, looking as if he was smiling and not smiling.

However, as soon as they said that, they opened their mouths and could no longer close them, with a look of shock, as if they had seen a ghost.
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