The horse racing range and the archery range are right next to each other for the convenience of soldiers training here. When Meng Xinghe walked over, he saw a group of soldiers wearing fine equipment shooting arrows on the archery range.
This should be static archery, with a fixed target and a fixed location. A group of people stand here and shoot at an archery target more than ten feet away.
"Mr. Meng, this is the archery range for my army on the right." Li Chengqian happily pointed to the huge archery range in the distance and the soldiers equipped with well-equipped bows and arrows, and said with some pride. He trained these elite archers with his own hands. Most of the officials there are his confidants. This shows the degree of joy in his heart.
At that time, a middle-aged man wearing black iron armor walked over from the archery field.
"His Royal Highness." The man knelt down on one knee and saluted.
Hearing the four precious words "His Royal Highness, Prince", Meng Xinghe had to take a new look at the dignified Li Chengqian. Only now did he realize that the weak emperor Li Zhi had not yet stepped onto the stage of history. His own history was in turmoil. In his memory, Meng Xinghe has read some stories about the Tang Dynasty from several books and on TV. But he really can't remember much about the prince Li Chengqian. He only remembers Tang Gaozong Li Zhi who succeeded Tang Taizong after his death. As for the story of Li Chengqian's ups and downs, Meng Xinghe didn't know. But he was more interested in seeing how the current elegant prince lost to the useless Li Zhi.
"General Zhang, please get up quickly." Li Chengqian lifted up the general who was kneeling on the ground with both hands. He introduced to Meng Xinghe at the side: "This is General Zhang Shigui, the number one marksman of our army on the right. He once accompanied his father Wang Nan in hundreds of expeditions. A warrior of the Tang Dynasty who has been fighting for several years. Especially his archery skills are second to none. This time he will represent my army on the right and he is determined to win."
"General Zhang." Meng Xinghe called him respectfully as a greeting.
Li Chengqian hurriedly introduced to General Zhang: "This Mr. Meng was invited by the king to serve as a staff general in the army. He came to the archery field specifically to have a look. I wonder if it is convenient for General Zhang."
Zhang Shigui was not as polite as Li Chengqian. At first glance, he felt that Meng Xinghe was just a weak scholar with a rather arrogant temperament. But because of Li Chengqian's face, he still allowed Meng Xinghe to visit the archery range.
Arriving at the archery range, Zhang Shigui ordered the soldiers he trained to start performing archery.
Swish, swish, swish. A stream of arrows were shot out. They released the arrows and retracted their bows at the same time. It can be seen that the training quality of this group of soldiers has reached a state of complete coordination.
Bored, Meng Xinghe picked up a long bow placed on the bow stand. "General Zhang, I didn't know that your soldiers are good at using a strong bow with a few stones."
"Three stones." Zhang Shigui said proudly. Ordinary soldiers use bows and arrows that are less than three stones. Only the soldiers he trained have arm strength and are elites selected from thousands of armies. There is absolutely no problem in pulling a bow and arrow weighing more than three hundred kilograms.
"General Zhang, how many bows can you shoot?" Meng Xinghe asked another question. This was not because he doubted Zhang Shigui's ability. It was just that he knew that if Xue Rengui was really in the army on the left, then archery would definitely be the best. lose.
"Six stones." Zhang Shigui said proudly. There are very few people in the world today who can shoot a six-stone bow. Let alone those who can shoot a nine-stone bow. There are only a handful of people in the entire Tang Dynasty. Only Qin Shubao has ever heard of it. He has fired a nine-stone bow. But now that Qin Shubao is old, he may not even be able to pull a six-stone bow.
Meng Xinghe was mentally shocked. A man's arm strength of nearly 700 kilograms is not small. He asked Zhang Shigui curiously: "I wonder what General Zhang's six-stone strong bow looks like. It can make me open it." Vision?"
Upon hearing that Meng Xinghe was praising himself, Zhang Shigui immediately sent someone to take out his six-stone bow from the military tent. He swung it in front of Li Chengqian and Meng Xinghe. He shot the arrow target in the distance without using much force. .
"Move the target one hundred steps back." Zhang Shigui ordered his soldiers to carry out his words, because the six-stone bow in his hand should shoot farther.
"Bata..." Another arrow was shot out. It penetrated the heart without a doubt.
"Move one hundred steps back." The bow and arrow were not drawn to the full moon, and there was still room to move back. The soldier did as Zhang Shigui said, and the target moved another hundred steps back.
"Mr. Meng, it's already three hundred steps." Li Chengqian said with a smile. Zhang Shigui is indeed a rare archer. Although he has some bad habits and likes to go out to brothels and brothels, he has been able to make people and strangers since ancient times. They all have weird personalities. If a king cannot treat them generously, how can they be used by themselves?
Meng Xinghe just watched without making a sound. When Zhang Shigui's third arrow shot out and hit the target, Meng Xinghe looked at Zhang Shigui's sweating face. Meng Xinghe said without any shock: "With General Zhang's ability, I don't know. Can you also move the target three hundred steps back?"
"Three hundred steps." Zhang Shigui almost shot Meng Xinghe with an arrow. He was able to move 300 steps further than the original 300 steps, and hit the target within a total of 600 steps. Looking at the entire In the Tang Dynasty, apart from Zhang Shigui, it would be difficult to find another person with such good arm strength and accuracy. "Mr. Meng is not kidding," he said. "If the target is moved back another three hundred steps, the whole world will be shocked." .Only someone who can shoot a nine-stone bow with extremely high accuracy can shoot it. I, Zhang Shigui, am not arrogant. Looking at the entire Tang Dynasty, I really can't find anyone who can."
"I believe we will all see it." Meng Xinghe laughed harmoniously. He squeezed his hand and felt a little itchy. Then he took off the three-stone strong bow from Zhang Shigui's bow stand. Without using much force, the bow body clicked. It was pulled off by Meng Xinghe forcefully.
quiet.
Absolute silence.
Whether it was Li Chengqian, Zhang Shigui, or the soldiers in the distance who were practicing archery every day, they all looked at this scholar with wide eyes. He was just taller than ordinary people. He could forcefully break a three-stone bow without using much force. As you can imagine, people can at least shoot a six-stone bow.
"Commander Meng, use my bow and arrows." Zhang Shigui, who was a little impressed, handed over his specially made six-stone bow.
Meng Xinghe took the bow in his hand, pulled the string, loaded the arrow, and slowly opened his arms.
The six-stone bow was indeed much stronger than the three-stone bow. After all, Meng Xinghe still had some difficulty in pulling the six-stone bow to the full moon. But the arrows flew out without any target. This is a typical example of a person who can draw a bow but not shoot an arrow. What's the use of drawing a strong bow? It's not because you can't hit the target.
However, Zhang Shigui still admired this scholar-looking staff officer. After all, a person who can shoot a six-stone bow has an arm strength of at least 600 kilograms. He really didn't notice it. He looked like a gentle man, not the kind of muscular man with a curly beard. Meng Xinghe, a big man, actually contains such great power in his body. It’s really hard to tell what a person looks like.
Zhang Shigui changed his face quickly. He remembered what Meng Xinghe said and began to practice archery in a regular manner on the archery range. He thought that since Meng Xinghe could shoot a six-stone bow, he said he could shoot at a distance of 900 paces. There must be people who hit the bull's-eye. In this case, wouldn't it mean that I would lose this competition?
Before meeting the ruthless man, Zhang Shigui was still eating, drinking and having fun arrogantly. Now after hearing Meng Xinghe's words, Zhang Shigui was like a frustrated ball. He secretly decided in his heart that he must practice archery hard in the next few days. He must not do it in the next few days. If he loses one and a half moves on the day of the competition, then his reputation as the best marksman in the Tang Dynasty will be lost to others.
Zhang Shi. Meng Xinghe, who had just finished attacking the archery range, immediately came to the racecourse.
There are not many people in the racecourse. The usual military horses are kept by others. Soldiers rarely ride horses and train there.
I just walked into the racecourse, and before I had time to look around, I saw a shiny black horse galloping from a distance on the grass opposite. On the horse's back, there was a man with a face as black as coal, holding a Xuanhua flower in his hand. With the big axe, as the horse jolted, the solid muscles of the bare upper body were twisted together like strands of hemp rope. His face was full of murderous intent. He was killing with such force that people couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
"It turns out that General Cheng is practicing martial arts. Cheng Qian bothered me." Li Cheng Qian stood there and bowed and bowed. General Hei Tan forcefully pulled the reins of the horse and reined in the horse that was charging forward. He sat on the horse and kicked it. He looked at the unfamiliar face of Meng Xinghe with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes. He pointed an ax at his head and said, "Who are you? If you dare to break into the military camp without permission, take my ax first."
"Huhu..."
A black gust of wind swept across Meng Xinghe's neck. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and took a step back to avoid breaking up. But immediately the black-faced man smiled heartily and said: "Your uncle, I never chop a second axe. Can you? You're lucky to have escaped. Why don't you report your name quickly?"
"This is Meng Xinghe." Looking at the black-faced man, Meng Xinghe was neither humble nor arrogant. But he was also polite and said: "I dare to ask the old man who he is."
"Is your uncle going to change his name or his surname? That's right, Cheng Yaojin." The black-faced man said with a murderous look. He was very domineering. He was on horseback. He was probably nine feet tall. He was condescending. It made people feel like a ferocious face. Black King Kong.
It turned out to be Chen Yaojin, the three-blade axe. Meng Xinghe recognized this man. In the romances of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, he used his unqualified three-blade ax and nothing happened. Today, when I saw it, it was really like this. He only used one axe and couldn't use it hard. . It seems that he is really old and lacks stamina.
At this time, as the deputy commander-in-chief, Li Chengqian exerted his right to command. He did not dare to be too rude to Chen Yaojin, the founding hero whose father personally recruited the right army from the left army. To put it simply, I brought Meng Xinghe to the racecourse to have a look. By the way, I wanted to ask about the competition at the school.
After hearing these words, Chen Yaojin struck the ground with his ax fiercely. Most of the ax head was buried in the ground. This shows how powerful he was.
"Don't worry, little Chengqian. Your uncle, my three-axe skills are not in vain. If Qin Shubao can fight with me, I will beat him to the point of vomiting blood on the spot." Chen Yaojin patted his hairy chest and boasted. Then he glanced at Meng Xinghe next to him. His voice immediately dropped: "Boy, if you laugh again, believe it or not, I will chop your head off with an axe."
"It's none of your business, sir." Meng Xinghe still laughed, not afraid of Chen Yaojin's threat to chop off his head.
After being scolded, Chen Yaojin was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he actually burst into laughter. He shocked the world with his exaggerated laugh like a lunatic. "Good boy, you have the guts to scold you, Uncle Chen. But... you Such a scolding made the uncle feel a lot better. Because you have done something good by scolding people, the uncle will not care about you. He came in to see what he wanted and left after watching. The uncle was afraid that the beast would be ignorant later and kick you. I don’t have anything to accompany you.”
One mouthful at a time. Chen Yaojin cursed with great joy. But Meng Xinghe's face was as black as coal. Finally, he cursed carefully: "My uncle, your sister." As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw the mottled shadow of the ax above his head. Apparently it was chopped down by Chen Yaojin, a bully man.