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The doorway was still dark, with no one around.
The people on the city wall were obviously impatient to wait.
People are talking a lot.
It¡¯s been so long and you haven¡¯t come out yet?
Who is this person?
Could it be that Wang Shouren rushed back from Cochin?
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In fact, behind this doorway, countless guards and 50% of the troops and horses were all stunned.
Because what they saw was a lame man.
The lame man was carrying an iron bow, and at the same time, he was also carrying a box. Yes, it was a box, not a quiver. The box was filled with arrows, and the feathers of the spiked arrows were exposed.
This wolf-fang arrow is extraordinarily thick and heavy. It is specially made for iron-tied bows. An ordinary arrow pot cannot hold much, so I simply carried a box on my back.
Zhang Yuanxi was a little nervous. He saw pairs of eyes. When these people looked at him, they were always staring at his legs and feet.
Facing these looks, Zhang Yuanxi couldn't help but feel a little heavy.
This was a look of contempt and suspicion that made Zhang Yuanxi very uncomfortable.
He dragged his legs and continued to stagger.
Every step forward is very slow.
This journey is also very long.
When he passed through the door, and then walked out of the door step by step, he raised his head and looked at the urn city with four high walls. Above the high walls, there was already a roar of people, and countless people couldn't help but cheer.
No matter what, he is the archer of the Ming Dynasty.
People were excited subconsciously and applauded one after another.
It doesn¡¯t matter whether the skill is inferior to the person or not.
The important thing is that people have the courage to compete with the Tatars on their best bow and horse.
Zhang Yuanxi felt a little dizzy. Looking at the crowds on the high wall and hearing countless cheers, he took a deep breath, and then continued to drag his legs, limping, towards the five Tatars on the opposite side. Prince Chishu walked away.
The cheers gradually stopped.
It was only then that people discovered something was wrong.
Someone suddenly said: "He is a lame, why is he a lame?"
Suddenly, people were in an uproar.
Many people were afraid that they were not looking carefully enough, so they raised their telescopes one after another.
Sure enough
That Zhang Yuanxi was limping, as if walking was very difficult.
"Why is it that a lame man is competing with a Tatar?"
"Is there a mistake?"
People looked at Zhang Yuanxi in the urn with sympathy, and behind Zhang Yuanxi, the huge city gate began to slowly close.
The city tower has also become a mess.
"He's a lame man," an official from the Ministry of Rites shouted.
Isn¡¯t this a joke?
What he was facing was the fifth prince of the Tatars. The one sent by the Ming Dynasty was just a lame man. Looking at his inconvenient legs and feet, he was limping around the Wengcheng like a farce.
Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan were calm and relaxed. They looked at each other and were both happy.
The show is about to begin.
Zhang Sheng, the Minister of Rites, sat down. In fact, he didn't care much about the fighting in Wengcheng. After all, he was a civil servant. What's so interesting about the tricks of such warriors?
But as soon as everyone in the audience said the word lame in unison, Zhang Sheng's face sank.
¡°In this life, what he hates most in his life is the word lame.
What happened to the cripple? Did the cripple eat your rice?
Sent a cripple?
Um? This is quite satisfying.
Fang Jifan is quite smart.
To deal with the fifth prince of Tatar, he sent a lame man to fight. Even if he lost, it would be because the Tatars won with no force and lost face. No matter what the final result was, Ming Dynasty still maintained its dignity.
If you win by luck.
No, maybe Fang Jifan had no intention of winning when he sent the cripple.
No, no, no, this is a detail. All in all, Daming¡¯s face is important.
But, where did you find this lame man?
Zhang Sheng said, and took out the telescope slowly. When his eyes fell on Zhang Yuanxi, Zhang Sheng's humble smile suddenly froze. He took a deep breath and looked hard, but the mania in his heart could not calm down for a long time.
&nbThe archer, using the best bow and arrow, could barely shoot the arrow three hundred and fifty steps, but by the time it reached three hundred and fifty steps, the entire arrow was already at the end of a powerful crossbow and had no power at all. Moreover, at this distance, The accuracy of arrows will drop drastically, and it will be meaningless to shoot an arrow that has lost its strength.
People are accustomed to shooting arrows within a hundred steps. If they are farther away, they will completely lose their accuracy and penetration.
This cripple he can't shoot, can he?
Deep in people¡¯s hearts, they can¡¯t help but feel disappointed.
Chi Shu on the opposite side seemed to have noticed something strange, and a smile flashed across his face
It¡¯s really¡ overestimating one¡¯s abilities.
He continued to take the bow and moved forward slowly.
Zhang Yuanxi's face was calm. Every muscle in his body was working with the long bow in his hand. His eyes were fixed on the target. The target was just a dark shadow. At this moment, it was only as big as an arm. But Zhang Yuanxi had used it as a target to shoot at such a target no matter how many times.
His heart was still, and then, with a plop, the bowstring wrapped with beef tendon and gold wire rebounded, making a popping sound.
That wolf tooth arrow shot out like a meteor.
He ejaculated.
Countless people exclaimed.
How can you shoot at this distance?
It¡¯s simply a joke.
The wolf-fang arrows were spinning crazily in the air, piercing the void, and quickly heading towards the target. The arrows were clustered under the sun, shining with cold light.
On the tower, Zhang Sheng stopped crying and making trouble. He stared wide-eyed and almost leaned on the parapet. As everyone held their breath, he also held his breath. His eyes quickly captured the wolf-tooth arrow. .
The wolf-fang arrow went beyond a hundred steps
However, its power has not diminished, and it breaks the wind and moves forward through the huge power brought by its spin.
Two hundred steps!
The wolf-tooth arrow stone two hundred steps behind was shocking.
Finally, with a sneer, at about three hundred and thirty steps, Chi Shu's body froze, and he showed an incredible look.
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