Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1072
The dark horse's round eyes blinked, and for some reason Ying Baoyue saw three parts of coolness, three parts of sneer and four parts of indifference.

"Okay, you were wronged," Ying Baoyue stroked its head, "I've heard a lot about what happened afterwards."

Qian Bofang told her that after she was removed from the military and never allowed to approach the Great Wall of Eternal Night, many generals tried to occupy her horse, but her horse was too rebellious, even if it was stabbed with a sword and spear, no one else was allowed to ride it. it.

But because it is really famous in the past, and even has the ability to command a group of horses, the new generals are reluctant to kill it. In the end, they will be expelled from the military horse, remove the brand of a military horse, and be imprisoned in the Sima Supervisor to be a stallion.

This sounds like its dream job, but Ying Baoyue heard from Qian Bofang that after arriving at Sima Jian, it started not to eat or drink, and was so hungry that it almost starved to death. Fortunately, horses that have lost their military status can be bought and sold for money. In desperation, Bofang went through several rounds and bought it back after spending a lot of money.

Ying Baoyue's eyes fell on a piece of protruding fur on the black horse's buttocks, where the marks of the military horse's brand that had been forcibly cut off could still be seen.

I don't know how much pain and struggle it was at that time?

Why do you still choose to trust humans?
Before the war started, she entrusted the Black Wind to Qian Bofang's care, and she knew that Qian Bofang was indeed capable of inserting it into the herd of horses riding and shooting.

But the premise is that Heifeng is willing to become a war horse again.

It is the proudest horse, and would rather die than do what it doesn't want to do.

She hugged the old horse's thick neck tightly, "Are you willing?"

There was a trace of complexity in the black old horse's eyes, and the next moment he lowered his head and licked her face.

Ying Baoyue smiled, hugged the horse's neck, and got on the horse.

Everyone looked at this scene and didn't know what to say. At this time, the bell for the start of riding and shooting rang from the high platform in the distance.

The quarter of an hour leading the horses was over.

"Most of the people got on their horses in this match." Watching the boys and girls galloping towards the starting point of the riding and shooting battle, Wang Jiuyuan walked up to Qian Bofang on the spectator platform and said.

"Mr. Chunhua has boosted the morale of other practitioners," Qian Bofang said while watching the racecourse, "Most of them are masters in this match."

Chunhuajunji, Jiashu Zhaohuajun, Li Ji, the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty Meng Shi, the first-ranked Dian Yakui Mohua, the saint of the Northern Wei Dynasty Xu Bingqing, and the prince of the Later Liao Dynasty Murong Feilan were all among them.

The teenagers and girls stood at the starting point, and the eyes of the people watching all around were brightened.

"You're here," Ying Baoyue held the rein with one hand, and looked at Murong Feilan who was walking to her side.

No wonder I didn't hear the news that the Houliao won the championship before. It turned out that Murong Feilan hadn't played yet.

"Well," Murong Feilan nodded, his eyes flicked from the black horse on her body, and looked at the Xirong team huddled together not far away, and suddenly said softly:
"You have to be careful of Xirong people."

Ying Baoyue paused, remembering Qian Bofang's warning to her before the war started, "I know."

"You don't know," Murong Feilan shook his head, and in the very short burst of noise when the bell rang at the beginning, his eyes were as bright as morning stars.

"I checked."

"Whether it's Hou Liao or Xi Rong, there is no living person named He Lianyan in Helian's family."

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The opening bell rang out loudly, and fifty practitioners rushed out like arrows flying off the string!

Riding first and then shooting, it is divided into two parts. On the wide horse path, there are hundreds of railings standing impressively!
This is the first hurdle that practitioners of riding and archery have to pass, the obstacle run.

Behind the railing is an open space, and behind the open space is the shooting range, with ten targets and ten quiveres on it. Only by rushing through these obstacles first can you reach the shooting range smoothly.

The rule for winning the riding and archery battle is very simple, that is, who can reach the shooting range first and hit ten archery targets.

But it is not easy to get to the racecourse.

The quiver on the shooting range was filled with densely feathered arrows, but the fifty horses that sprang out from the starting line also had quiveres hanging on them!

The arrows that practitioners shoot at the target must go to the shooting range to get them, but practitioners also have arrows on their horses.Unlike the arrows with arrowheads on the shooting range, the arrows that practitioners carry when they start running are round-headed arrows, which cannot kill people, but can interfere with opponents.

Emperor Taizu established the primary and intermediate ceremony to test the ability of practitioners in actual combat.

And these round-headed arrows are the secrets of imitating the real battlefield.

Practitioners must steer their horses across obstacles while resisting the rain of arrows from other opponents to reach the final destination!

It is extremely difficult to manipulate the unfamiliar horse hurdles. In the previous few battles, most of the players focused on the hurdles in the early stage, and they were unable to shoot at their opponents at all.

But this time was different, just when the examiner waved down the hand announcing the start, there was a scream in the racecourse, and a practitioner who started slowly fell off the horse.

"What's going on?!" The surrounding people were suddenly agitated, but before they could see that more runners had already crossed the finish line, the racetrack was filled with dust.

Everyone's attention was immediately attracted by the running horses, and amidst the furious iron hooves, a black horse took the lead, jumping ten hurdles in a row!

"Who happened? Could it be my sister?"

Ji Ange covered her eyes, she was nervous when she heard that someone had an accident, and instinctively had bad associations when she heard someone fell off a horse, but at this moment Ji Qingyuan pulled her hand.

"Not her."

The man paused, "No one can surpass her on the racecourse."

no.

Ji Ange slowly spread her five fingers, and through the gaps between her fingers, she saw an unforgettable scene in this life.

Under the bright sunlight, the black horse raised its hooves, and the figure of the girl riding on it flashed past, shining brightly.

The wind is strong and the horns are bowing, and the general hunts Weicheng.The grass is dry and the eagle's eyes are sick, and the snow is as light as the horse's hoof.

Ying Baoyue rushed to the front with his horse. It was the first time Ji Ange saw her so sharp-edged, and no one could block her light.

She is the fastest, she is the first.

Countless arrows rained after her, and the bow was like a thunderbolt, and her every move was thrilling.

Outside the racecourse, Chen Zichu, Jiang Yuanyuan and others also stared at this scene in a daze. They watched Ying Baoyue cross the railings, and his heart was filled with enthusiasm. A trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Guang suddenly lowered his head and began to look for the practitioner who fell off the horse at the beginning. Just as he saw an official carrying him out of the field on a stretcher, the medical officer turned over the young man who had fallen from the horse and fainted. Zhao Guang suddenly took a deep breath. tone.

There was a bright red spot on the forehead of that faint practitioner, as if it had been hit by something forcefully!

A dense chill suddenly covered Zhao Guang's whole body, and the scene that just happened suddenly appeared in his eyes.

If the cultivator is not wearing a round-headed arrow at this time, then this person is not Hunque.

Instead, he was shot through the forehead with an arrow and died with a headshot.

At this moment, screams came from the racetrack again. A Soochow cultivator fell off his horse. An arrow was stuck in his hand, dripping with blood.

"What's going on? How could the round-headed arrow see blood?"

Everyone looked at the dangling arrow sticks in this man's hand, and they were shocked.

But the person next to the practitioner was even more terrified, sweating profusely, just because he and this person were acquaintances, they just waved to each other, and the direction where the person's hand was just now was his head!

Under the dripping blood, a scream sounded on the racetrack.

"There are eagle shooters!"

What is a Condor Shooter?
Ying Baoyue in front grabbed the reins violently.

One arrow hits the target, one arrow kills, the arrow hits the head straight.

She has a better word for the eagle shooter.

The eagle shooter is equivalent to the ancient sniper.

(End of this chapter)