The referee of the competition was stunned, not knowing whether to give Zheng Dayong a foul or give Zheng Dayong the win.
Xia Plan, who served as the master of ceremonies for the competition, was also unable to make a decision and subconsciously looked towards the Queen Mother in the audience.
Queen Mother Anne didn't know what to do. If Zheng Dayong was sentenced for a foul, it would appear that the French royal family had no morale. If Zheng Dayong was sentenced to win, the captain of the royal guard would lose in one round, which would appear that the French royal guard is too rubbish.
Zheng Dayong smiled and lifted his helmet, then rode up to Xia Pulan: "Let's keep score."
There is another rule in the knight's jousting. The one who falls from the horse will not be defeated directly, but will have points deducted like a broken lance. This rule is mostly used in small jousting. Countless spectators come to watch the fun, and there are only a few people fighting. It can't be just right.
It's over as soon as it begins, so after falling off the horse, you will get up and continue fighting.
Since Zheng Dayong represents China in the competition, of course he must understand the situation.
A few days ago, I was even sharpening my gun before the battle to get used to this special brittle wood lance.
After hearing the translation, Xia Pulan quickly went to ask the Queen Mother for instructions.
Queen Mother Anne felt that this was feasible and that both China and France would not lose face. She looked at Zheng Dayong with a smile and thought that this Chinese knight was very good. Not only was he good at riding, but he also knew how to be flexible.
Navarre had been helped up by his teammates. When he learned that the game would continue, his first reaction was to take off the belt of his shield.
It is estimated that from now on, European knights' competitions will either modify the rules to not allow the belt to be pulled, or the knight's shield will not wear a belt.
Like d'Artagnan, Navarre came from local nobility.
Only nobles could afford an official position and become captain of the Guards Company. This position was worth 100,000 livres.
There is no need to fight anymore for the retinues of both sides. All honors and challenges belong to the knights.
Switching places, the two of them moved around the obstacle, approaching about ten meters and speeding up the charge again.
Zheng Dayong felt that this kind of martial arts competition was stupid. The brittle lance limited his skills too much. For example, he could not sweep across when charging. If he swept over with the lance, he would not be able to knock the opponent off his horse, let alone the cavalry in his hand.
Points will be deducted if the gun breaks. This thing is deliberately made very fragile to protect the contestants.
"pound!"
"Bang!"
Two crisp sounds came.
The shield used by Zheng Daya separated Navarre's lance. He quickly lowered his right arm and inserted it into the gap of the opponent's shield. Navarre was a little late to react and knocked the lower end of his shield against Zheng Daye's lance.
.This guy was stabbed in the thigh, and Zheng Dayong scored again.
Everyone can see that there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides.
Zheng Dayong first fought with Zhang Tieniu, then became a dragoon in the middle, and then transferred to Liaoning as a valiant cavalry. He was shot with a real sword and a real gun, but the Navarre in front of him had never been on the battlefield.
Taking the lead in scoring for two consecutive rounds, Navarre was already a little scared.
At the beginning of the third round, Navarre cheered up. He no longer dared to play tricks, he just wanted to defend effectively, and then scored by breaking Zheng Dayong's lance.
"ah!"
Just when the two sides were about to come into contact, all the nobles in the room let out exclamations of surprise.
But it was Zheng Dayong who suddenly threw the lance, aiming at Navarre's head. Navarre quickly moved his shield up, subconsciously protected his face, and with his sight blocked, he raised the gun and stabbed Zheng based on his feeling.
Very useful.
Zheng Dayong was wearing heavy plate armor, and half of his body was leaning out. After narrowly avoiding the lance, he instantly regained his balance, and switched his shield to his right hand, and the horizontal shield slammed into Navarre's
At the ribs.
"Clang!"
A large pile of tin cans fell off the horse again.
This time, he fell on his side and fell to pieces, and because of the heavy armor, he couldn't get up for a long time.
The referee was stunned for a while, then came over and reminded: "Mr. Chinese Knight, if the lance is released, your opponent will score points. You cannot throw the lance."
Zheng Dayong asked: "I just let go of my lance, but he fell to the ground. Who scored more points in this round?"
"Of course it's you," the referee said.
Zheng Dayong smiled and said: "That's enough."
The game continues and the fourth round begins.
After the initial shock, the audience seemed to gradually get used to it, and even became very interested, wanting to see what other special tricks the Chinese knights have. Such novel tricks are much more interesting than a formal martial arts competition.
Moreover, any nobleman who knows how to ride will not think that Zheng Dayong is cheating.
The change of moves just now requires superb riding skills, terrifying waist and abdominal strength, and accurate timing. Without any of these, Zheng Dayong would not be able to score, and he would just miss the mark with his lance.
Navarre was helped onto the horse. He was already a little confused and his whole body was sore.
Although he was protected by armor, he suffered heavy falls when he fell off the horse twice.
When charging towards each other for the fourth time, Navarre became obviously sluggish. His lance was easily blocked by Zheng Dayong, but Zheng Dayong's lance changed direction in a confusing manner and stabbed him straight in the face.
helmet.
This is a fatal attack, and victory can be declared directly.
"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"
The French ladies had forgotten their nationality and cheered collectively for Zheng Dayong. This knightly contest was so exciting.
Louis XIV personally presented the award: "Congratulations, brave and fearless knight!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zheng Dayong said happily.
I am indeed very happy. The bonus is about five thousand taels of silver. In addition, it also comes with a divine war horse and a French long sword.
This is a Percheron horse, also called a Percheron horse. It is a heavy-duty draft horse, and its best use is to pull goods. It later became the horse breed that had the greatest impact on American agriculture.
But it can also be used for fighting. The French heavy cavalry in the Middle Ages all rode this thing on their crotches.
Its combat characteristics are: tall stature, thick limbs, strong running balance, high combat tolerance, and not easy to get injured and fall when trampling on rugged battlefields and corpses. It has abnormal physical strength and is suitable for long-distance marches and heavy-armed operations. Its speed is not comparable to that of others.
It is a light horse, but it is far superior to other heavy horses. It is docile, protects its owner, obeys commands, and has strong discipline.
This kind of war horse is a weapon for heavy cavalry, but it is not suitable for light cavalry.
As for the French long sword, you can refer to the "Embroidery Needle" in "Game of Thrones", but the sword body is obviously longer and wider. The scabbard and hilt are both made of gold and inlaid with turquoise stones. Look
Those few gems are not cheap.
Lu Tianxiang and Zhang Ruifeng have already said that Zheng Dayong can distribute these prizes on his own.
The three guards who accompanied him to the battle each received one thousand taels of silver. Zheng Dayong took one thousand taels for himself and used the remaining silver to treat guests. When he returned to Nanjing, he invited the other guards to dinner.
The war horse and sword became Zheng Dayong's private collection.
He specially asked for a mare. If it can survive the sea voyage, it can be bred and have cubs when he returns to Nanjing. This kind of exotic war horse can be fostered at the Nanjing Royal Racecourse, and the breeding costs will be provided by the Ministry of War. The mixed-blood cubs will be born.
, most of it went to the imperial court, and a small amount went to Zheng Dayong himself.
Zheng Dayong rode his newly won prize, hung up the French sword, and rushed to the audience, turned over and dismounted. He handed over to Lu Tianxiang and Zhang Ruifeng respectively, which meant that he had lived up to his fate.
"Wow! Zheng!"
The ladies threw objects at Zheng Dayong, throwing handkerchiefs from a close distance and jewelry from a distance. If he picked up any object, it was equivalent to accepting the love of the owner of the object, even if the noble lady had a husband.
Zheng Dayong was a little restless. After all, he had been out at sea for too long and had never touched a woman. He pretended not to see anything and left directly to share the money with his friends.
At the end of the banquet in the evening, Zheng Dayong was summoned by Queen Mother Anne.
It's really inappropriate to go to a woman's room at night, and the other person is the Queen Mother, even though the Queen Mother is already over fifty years old.
Zhang Ruifeng looked at Lu Tianxiang, he couldn't decide either.
Lu Tianxiang said: "Go ahead, just don't do anything outrageous."
Zheng Dayong gritted his teeth and headed to Queen Mother Anne's palace. The maid took him on and soon entered a room, which turned out to be the Queen Mother's bathroom, and the Queen Mother was taking a bath.
Fortunately, there was a bathtub, and the lid of the bathtub covered half of the water. Milk was put in the water, which made the bath water turbid and made it difficult to see what was going on under the water.
Putting milk in the bath water is not only for skin care, but its real function is to hide shame and show respect to the guests when receiving guests.
It is pure nonsense to say that Europeans did not take baths in the Middle Ages.
The real situation is that nobles like to receive guests while bathing, and commoners often go to the river to swim.
The church and the law cannot control the nobility, but they can restrain the common people. It is expressly forbidden to bathe in rivers and open public bathhouses. However, you can bathe in the sea or go to hot springs, because doctors say these two methods can cure diseases.
If a nobleman receives you while taking a bath, he also covers his body to prevent you from seeing him.
So congratulations, this nobleman really treats you as a guest.
If it's naked and you can look at it casually, then I'm sorry, but in the eyes of this nobleman, you are an unwelcome servant or a pariah.
There is a description in Voltaire's "The Magnificent Emile". When Madame Chatelet was taking a bath, she asked the valet Longchamp to add water to her. Not only was she not wearing clothes, she also spread her legs to expose them, so as to avoid being caught.
The hot water is scalding.
Later, the noble lady changed clothes in front of the valet. When attending the salon, the duchess and several marchionesses took off all their clothes because the weather was too hot, leaving only a few ceremonial accessories on their bodies, and they were naked in front of the salon.
The footman dines.
The valet has never seen the world. At first he was so scared that he closed his eyes and dared not speak. Later, he gradually understood and became angry: "The lady treats the servants as lifeless machines... In her (Mrs. Chatelet) eyes, I am a human being."
, no different from the kettle in my hand."
As for Louis XIV, he really didn't take a bath and only washed a few times in his life to show his devotion to Jesus.
Europeans who seldom bathe are almost all devout Christians. This thing originally originated from sectarian disputes, and gradually became associated with the Black Death. They believed that the dirt on the body was like armor, which could protect against various diseases. After bathing, they would
You will get sick easily.
"You are very brave, Mr. Chinese Knight." Queen Mother Anne sat in the bathtub with her arms exposed and looked at Zheng Dayong with charming eyes.
The translator was a little embarrassed and coughed and said: "Mr. Zheng, the Queen Mother is praising you for your bravery."
Zheng Dayong had never seen such a scene. It would be better if there were only two people, and the key translator was also nearby. He cast his eyes on the wall and said awkwardly: "Thank you for the compliment."
Queen Mother Anne smiled and said: "Please sit down."
Zheng Dayong sat down tremblingly, still not daring to look directly.
Queen Mother Anne asked: "Have you been on the battlefield? How many enemies have you killed?"
Zheng Dayong replied: "I killed probably dozens of people with my own hands. Because he fought bravely and defeated enemy generals in battle, he was selected as a bodyguard by His Majesty the Emperor."
"Then you are a real warrior," Queen Mother Anne liked more and more. She twisted and lay on the edge of the tub, exposing her shoulders, staring at Zheng Dayong and said, "Can you tell me how you fought against the enemy?
"
Zheng Dayong had no choice but to tell the truth. The Queen Mother became more and more tempted as she listened and kept asking for details about the battlefield.
Finally, the bath water turned cold.
Zheng Dayong and the translator were asked to leave the bathroom, but the maid was left to serve the Queen Mother in dressing. The male servant responsible for filling the water also stayed in the bathroom and witnessed the Queen Mother dressing the whole time.
"Your Highness, it's getting late, I'll take my leave first!"
Zheng Dayong stood outside the bathroom door, his face flushed with embarrassment. Without waiting for a reply from inside, he ran away with the translator.
When he went back and told the story, Cai Yuncheng burst out laughing.
In a large villa in the suburbs, Pan Wei was having sex with a marquise. His behavior was tacitly approved, because many secrets could be learned from the lady's bed, and these secrets would also be written into the work report.
I just hope this guy doesn't get the disease.
Syphilis was introduced to China by Europeans in the middle and late Ming Dynasty. It was brought by the Portuguese and first appeared in Guangdong, so it was also called "Guangdong sore" and later spread along the coast of Zhejiang.
By the way, doctors in the Ming Dynasty were the most skilled in treating syphilis in the world at that time...