Qin Hu

Chapter 53 Makes you want to rebel, but you can't!

Outside the felt tent, Han Fei and Zhang Liang looked at each other: [This Xiang Liyue is really amazing! 】

Zhao Zihu's frightening brute force that immediately opened a hard bow and shot through the animal's head thirty steps away, and even when he seized the upper hand, he couldn't beat her, a weak woman?
This martial art, I am afraid that among the tens of thousands of sharp fighters of the forbidden army, it is also a top-notch group!

"Bunboerba, Baboerba, get me some breakfast."

Inside the felt tent, Zhao Zihu's voice came out.

"only."

The two servants agreed, and Pi Dian Dian brought Zhao Zihu breakfast and put it in the felt tent.

Zhao Zihu gnawed a big meat bun in one hand, and said to the master and apprentice who were peeping outside the tent: "For the old and disrespectful fool, don't listen to the wall, come in and eat some together."

Han Fei blushed, stroked his beard, and Shi Shi ran into the account.

Zhang Liang was also embarrassed, followed closely behind him, bowed his hands and said, "Liang has seen the young master."

Zhao Zihu shook his head: "Less is more polite, sit down and eat together, especially you, junior brother, your body is too weak, please eat more as a brother, and practice swords together later."

Han Fei took the table calmly, picked up a bowl of seasonal vegetable porridge, and ate it straight away.

Seeing that the teacher was rude, Zhang Liang bowed to Zhao Zihu again, and then followed him to the table, impatiently grabbing the meat buns and eating them.

Yesterday, he had already experienced Zhao Zihu's appetite for fine food and fine food, and just now he was peeping outside with Han Fei, and seeing Xiang Liyue's delicious food, he was too hungry for a long time.

Zhao Zihu nodded in satisfaction, while eating steamed buns and porridge, he asked outside the tent, "Who is on duty outside?"

"Master Hui, Si is here!"

"It's the head of the village, send someone to call all the lords here, and today you will have a big martial arts competition, ranking the seats of the heavenly gang and the earthly evil."

"only!"

He should drink with a si.

After a while, there were footsteps walking away from outside the tent, probably because they had divided their hands to summon Zhao Tuo and all the elite followers.

……

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Zihu finished his breakfast, took his saber and left the tent energetically.

Zhao Tuo and more than a hundred warriors had assembled, and everyone knew that he was going to arrange a martial arts competition, so the bows, horses, swords and halberds were all ready.

They also came with Diao Chan, Hu Hai and other cold-blooded thirteen eagles. They are also Zhao Zihu's retinue, how could they be missing in the row.

Zhao Zihu didn't talk nonsense, he rode on his red rabbit horse, and led a group of people to the big colonel in the imperial camp.

The army camps, and the school field is indispensable!
And it has to be big enough, otherwise it won't be able to be used in the training of soldiers and the formation of dots before leaving the camp!

When everyone rushed to the school grounds, they happened to meet their good brother Wang Li, who was also training with his followers.

Zhao Zihu and the cold-blooded thirteen eagles stepped forward together, greeted each other with the big brother, and chatted for a while.

"One hundred and eight generals? 36 Tiangang, 72 Disha, this name sounds like a bluff, it seems to be better than our cold-blooded thirteen eagles!"

Wang Li was sweating profusely, leaning on his sword, looking at Zhao Tuo and the hundreds of elite soldiers, and said in amazement.

He is also a dandy, envious of Zhao Zihu's retinue's reputation, he couldn't help but said: "Young master, can you give me a reputable name for my five hundred retinues?"

Zhao Zihu gritted his teeth, and opened his mouth to come: "Five hundred teams, then the five-element flag, divided into sharp gold, raging fire, black water, giant wood, and thick soil, one hundred teams is one flag, and it is easy to command. "

Wang Li's eyes lit up, he nodded again and again and said, "Shan, you are indeed knowledgeable, so it's settled!"

"In addition, today let them follow the young master's retinue to compete in the martial arts row."

"Whoever has superb martial arts skills will enter the three banners of Ruijin, Agni, and Blackwater. The names of these three banners sound resounding."

"Whoever is inferior in martial arts will enter the Jumu and Houtu banners. These two banners don't sound loud!"

Zhao Zihu couldn't help but smile, he raised his hands and said: "So, the matter of the martial arts competition can simply be left to the elder brother to arrange, the younger brother only cares about the result."

"Wrap it on Brother Wei~!"

Naturally, Wang Li didn't say anything else, and immediately agreed with a pat on the chest.

Needless to say, he is a dandy, but as the eldest grandson of the Wang family, the aristocratic education he has received since childhood is no less than that of Yingzheng's sons. It is definitely not too much to say that he is both civil and military.

In fact, this was also a characteristic of the pre-Qin period, and even before the Tang and Song Dynasties, when the aristocrats controlled educational resources.

The children of the nobles will still be nobles when they grow up. Even if they cannot be hereditary, they can still rely on their talents and learning to find an official position, so that the common people can only look up to them.

The head of the common people wanted to achieve a class transition, but they had to work hard in front of the battle to cut off the enemy's head. This is a precedent set by the Great Qin Dynasty, which is commendable!

However, the education resources monopolized by the nobles were truly broken, and it was the Song Dynasty that elevated reading to an unparalleled status. The book had its own golden house, Yan Ruyu, and half of the Analects ruled the world. Reading seemed to be better than everything... But It was somewhat overkill, treating warriors like pigs and dogs, and Song Dynasty became a big coward who could kick his feet...

……

Zhao Zihu left the matter of the martial arts competition to his good brother Wang Li, and he and Zhang Liang began to learn swords from Xiangliyue.

Xiang Liyue didn't rashly teach the two of them swordsmanship, but let the two of them compete with swords with scabbards first, wanting to see the depth of their foundation.

"Well, who let him carry the sword?"

Speaking of the martial arts competition, Zhao Zihu realized that the good junior had a sword on his waist, and immediately stared at Han Fei and questioned him.

This ovary was the anti-Qin leader. If he didn't kill him, it was because of Han Fei's face. How could there be any reason for him to carry a weapon in and out of the Qin camp?
Still using a sheathed sword to compete with himself?

In case the anti-Qin leader gets mad, draws his sword and stabs him, the great Qin son, who can he turn to for reasoning?

Han Fei blinked his old eyes: "Uh..."

Zhang Liang was also confused: "Uh..."

You keep calling your junior brother, but you still think of your junior brother as an anti-Qin leader in your heart, you are quite clear!
Zhang Liang shook his head helplessly, and he gained a new understanding of this seemingly unscrupulous little brother in his heart.

At the same time, he took the initiative to take off the saber, handed it back to Han Fei, and then raised his hand to Zhao Zihu and said: "Although Liang is not a righteous man, he can't do the evil thing of killing his fellow disciples."

Zhao Zihu put away his stern expression, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Brother knows, that's why you can get within ten steps of me, you can be content."

"From now on, stay by Master's side, and I will let you see what kind of Daqin Daqin is, so you can't turn it back even if you want to!"

Zhang Liang raised his eyebrows, raised his hand noncommittally and said, "Liang, wait and see!"

Xiang Liyue frowned while listening, only then did she understand what Zhang Liang's identity was, and couldn't help but said to Zhao Zihu: "Why don't you kill these people and hurry up, why keep them?"

As he spoke, he drew his sword.

This is the chivalrous nature of the Mo family. If you are my enemy, then there is no room for discussion. There is no discussion about killing you!

(End of this chapter)