I have lived forever since the end of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 346: The big man did such dirty things!

The coachman Zhang An opened the big box at the back and was shocked to find that it was filled with soldiers and armor.

He knew that the master of his family was not an ordinary businessman on the surface, but he did not expect to hide so many big guys.

With an exclamation, he first pushed aside the debris on the ink bow, then tilted his head and quickly counted the number of thieves.

A total of 27 people.

This is Zhang An's talent, his eyesight is particularly good, so he can still drive even on a rainy night.

He counted fifty arrows, thinking that his master only needed one out of ten, and the situation of the battle there would probably be changed.

When Zhang An picked up the ink bow with a bundle of arrows under his arm, he almost stumbled.

Why is it so heavy?
Everyone else is going to be stupid.

You know that I usually do a lot of hard work, but in the end, I almost capsized on a bow. It is really embarrassing to tell it.

This is not to blame for his weak strength. After all, this ink bow does not look very exaggerated, but it is made of solid materials. It is understandable that he can hold it firmly without preparation.

After stabilizing his body, Zhang An hurriedly ran to the carriage where Chen Luo was sitting, holding Mo Gong in his arms.

"My lord, I have fetched the bow you asked for, along with a bundle of arrows."

"Not bad." Chen Luo nodded slightly in approval.

Zhang An knew how to do things. In his instructions just now, he only mentioned asking him to get the bow, and he subconsciously forgot to pick up the arrows.

If you are really that kind of stubborn person who only brings a bow but no arrows, it will be the same as a student who goes to the examination room and brings a 2B pencil but no refill in it. It is a very serious mistake.

Such rigid people who don't know how to do things are not uncommon in life.

If you don't understand the implication, you can call it honest, but sometimes the corresponding supporting work is just not deliberately emphasized and you don't do it carefully, which means you are "dumb", or there is a problem with your ability.

Although it was not a deliberately set test, Chen Luo was satisfied with Zhang An's performance.

The thieves who are currently fighting are far away, still two to three hundred steps away. Even if Zhang An forgets to take the arrow this time, the thieves will not be able to get close in a short time, so there is no need to worry about safety issues.

But if there is a crisis in the future and Zhang An is needed to do something for him, and it turns out that he is not capable enough, that will be a big trouble.

Chen Luo slowly exhaled a breath of fresh air and adjusted his breathing.

Then, he picked up the long bow in Zhang An's arms with one hand.

The familiar feeling came to my heart again along my fingertips.

It must have been two or three years since I last drew a bow, right?

Hmm... If I remember correctly, that time I saw a group of wild geese in Zhaodi. I was so happy that I was hunting, so I drew my bow and shot down one.

The taste is still fresh in my memory. Although the roasted wild goose has less fat, the meat is tighter and more chewy than ordinary native chicken.

But to be honest, as early as his twilight years as Marquis of Yangxia, he rarely used the longbow.

An old man with gray beard and hair, drawing a heavy bow with more than ten strength, is too scary.

As for Chen Luoyou, the number of times he has used bows and arrows in these years is also very small. After all, the world is peaceful and there are few bandits. Occasionally, he encounters a small thief with no eyes, and kills him with a long knife. If the other party does not escape immediately, , probably didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy, and there was no need to use a bow and arrow at all.

But this does not mean that Chen Luo has neglected his bow skills.

His other martial arts skills can reach the near first-class level, or even hover around the second-class level, but this archery skill was second only to Xiang Yu, Lou Fan and other powerful generals in the late Han Dynasty. It is said to be the top of the first-class, close to the super-first-class level, then No problem at all.

Even if you don't exercise diligently, you won't fall to the second- or third-rate level.

Lu Bu, who was injured by wine and sex, was able to fight Zhang Fei and not be killed by Xing Daorong and others.

"A Zhang, you drive over and rush over." Chen Luo calmly ordered.

"Huh? Me?" Zhang An pointed at himself with a confused look on his face.

Chen Luo glanced at him, "At a distance of three hundred steps, even if King Chu Wulie reincarnates, the arrows shot will have no lethality. How do you want me to shoot an arrow at this distance?

If you are worried, go to the back and get some armor to wear, then drive over with me and reward you with ten baht of gold afterwards. "

At this distance, only projectiles can have partial lethality.

But the biggest problem with projectiles is the lack of accuracy.

It's not like a battlefield now, where all the enemies rushing towards you are enemies. As long as you hit, you won't lose.

The current situation is that two groups of people are fighting together in a chaotic situation. If Chen Luo just shoots, he may not know how many arrows will hit, but it will help the thieves a lot.

If Chen Luo now chooses to ride and shoot, he will need to untie all the ropes tied to the horse, which is very time-consuming. In addition, the horse is not a war horse, and it may lose control if it sees blood.

Therefore, it would be best for the driver to drive over and shoot the thief himself in the car.

Zhang An hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "An will follow the master and charge for a kill."

Immediately afterwards, he sat directly on the carriage and picked up the reins without taking the armor and putting it on.

With the protection of armor, although one's own safety will be a bit higher, it will be difficult to explain its existence to outsiders when the battle is over.

What's more, ten baht of gold is enough for him to fight for his life.

In fact, there is another reason, which is that he himself is not aware of it.

That is, no matter what kind of trouble Chen Luo encounters on weekdays, he will never show a flustered look and handle those matters calmly and calmly.

Therefore, Zhang An had a natural trust in Chen Luo subconsciously. If someone else proposed such a dangerous decision, he would never pay attention to it.

After all, if he dies, who will find the promiser to redeem the ten baht gold?
Horse hooves flew and wheels rolled.

After Chen Luo rolled up the curtain, he got into a kneeling shooting position and held the bow in his hand. However, the muscles in his body were not tense, but were in a quite relaxed state.

The distance of three hundred steps began to shorten instantly.

The scene of the fighting between the two parties is shown more clearly.

Chen Luo instantly understood the fundamental reason why those thieves had the upper hand.

A small number of thieves wore armor under their loose robes, and the traces were inconspicuous. But for someone like Chen Luo, who had been in the army for several years, this loophole was as obvious as a boulder on a hillside covered with weeds. Can't hide it.

With or without armor, even if only five or six people have armor, it will change the outcome of the battle.

"It's not easy." Chen Luo narrowed his eyes.

Ordinary thieves have absolutely no chance of getting armor. After all, if they really want to wear armor to block roads and rob, then I guess the official definition will not be thieves, but rebel thieves who should send an army to encircle and suppress them.

Therefore, he now began to believe the words of those asking for help. They were the envoys sent by the Prime Minister of Jiaoxi to Chang'an to deliver messages.

As the carriage got closer and closer to the thieves, Chen Luo temporarily put the thoughts out of his mind and concentrated on the long bow in his hand and the arrows on the bowstring.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of arrows piercing through the air resounded.

In an instant, the rebel who was raising his knife to chop down a person who was knocked down on the ground dropped his sword, clutched his stomach, and fell to the ground.

"Excellent." Zhang An praised in a low voice, fearing that the volume would be too loud and distract the master.

However, Chen Luo frowned in annoyance.

He had actually aimed at the opponent's chest just now, but ended up shooting in the stomach.

Although the result was not bad, it meant that the arrow missed by three or four inches.Taking a deep breath, Chen Luo spent three breaths and made fine adjustments.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

A flurry of arrows were shot, causing the three thieves to fall to the ground.

The corners of Chen Luo's mouth rose slightly with satisfaction.

That's right.

The three arrows I deliberately aimed at the throats of those enemies all hit.

Of course, he was forcing the difficulty to increase.

After all, under normal circumstances, if an arrow is shot in the chest or abdomen, the enemy will also lose combat effectiveness. There is no need to pursue shooting in the neck or head. The target area is smaller. If it causes the crosshair to shift, the opportunity will be wasted.

But the reason why Chen Luo just did this was to put some pressure on himself.

Shooting those bandits in the neck was a snap for him at his peak.

Therefore, I set higher standards for myself in order to return to my best condition as soon as possible.

Now it seems that the effect is good.

With the performance of Chen Luo's few arrows, the morale of those seeking help was greatly increased in an instant.

"If there are righteous people to help, we must protect the messenger."

"Kill the traitors and be loyal to the country."

"Come on!"

On the other hand, the thief's behavior was a bit strange.

If they came here to seek money, Chen Luo's few arrows would be enough to act as a deterrent.

After all, the Taoist thief looks fierce, but in fact he is very life-saving.

When they find it difficult to achieve their goals, they usually choose to retreat in order to avoid incurring heavier losses.

But the gang of thieves Chen Luo met began to fight for their lives one by one.

Those people gave up their previous fighting mode and began to rush towards the opponent's core position.

In particular, the thieves who wore armor gathered together to withstand the attacks that were not directed at key positions, exchanging injuries for injuries with their opponents.

Obviously, they want to gain something, or to destroy something.

However, the difference in strength is too big. Even if those thieves try hard, they still look ridiculous.

Reality is not a chuuni anime. It is impossible to completely make up for the gap in hard power by shouting "bonds, friendship, and future."

Before even half a quarter of an hour, the battle was over.

There was only silence and the faint smell of blood in the air. Zhang An looked back dumbfounded and found Chen Luo leaning against the carriage, his expression as calm as if nothing had happened.

But the bundle of arrows was missing by a third.

To be more precise, nineteen were used.

He saw clearly from the front of the carriage that after every arrow shot by Chen Luo, the thieves fell to the ground.

This means that each of the nineteen arrows was inserted into the enemy, killing a thief.

These help seekers are making a lot of money.

They only killed eight thieves, and most of the victory was attributed to their master.

If I had known that my lord was so accurate, I might not have had any problems if I had to carry half as many arrows.

"You are a god, probably King Wulie of Chu is just like that." Zhang An swallowed his saliva and said something that was not flattering at all.

Chen Luo waved his hand, "It's still bad...well, it should be about the same."

Anyway, Brother Yu is not here, so if I am not as brave as Brother Yu, is it possible that someone else can come out and refute?

As the carriage stopped, Chen Luo sat upright without any intention of getting off.

He had just helped the other party a lot, so he couldn't go over to say hello himself.

If the posture is too low, it will make the person seeking help feel arrogant.

Chen Luo didn't want to do a good thing casually and end up feeling cowardly.

After waiting for a moment, two people came from the group of people asking for help.

"Thank you so much for your help. I'm Li Xu of the Mohist family. I don't know if the hero has gone to Chang'an. When the time comes, you can come to the Mohist trading house to find me and provide you with a reward of 50 taels of gold." Li Xu, who was standing on the left hand side, bowed his hands and saluted.

The other person was even more respectful and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you for your help. Without you, we would all have died in the hands of these thieves. Anyway, thank you very much. Thank you very much."

"My Excellency, Chen Xun, named Boyu, is traveling from Shu County to Chang'an." Chen Luo replied calmly. While introducing himself, he looked at Li Xu for a few times.

The other party's words fit the world's "stereotype" of Mohist disciples.

Wearing simple taupe clothes, he looks simple and unpretentious, but his demeanor is reserved, exuding a sense of down-to-earth confidence.

Of course, after so many years of development, Chen Luo knew that some of the Mohist disciples who were responsible for running the caravans now used more expensive clothing materials. They needed to have frequent contact with merchants from all over the Han Dynasty. The matter of choosing people based on their clothes has been a matter of ancient times. Not uncommon.

However, in order to avoid the situation of "not worrying about scarcity but worrying about inequality", the Mohist family will not arrange long-term business personnel. Every five years or so, there will be a larger rotation, with half a year in between for handover.

This is also to ensure the interests of the disciples within the Mohist family.

After saying hello, Chen Luo said, "The road is rough this time. I didn't expect that a big man would do such dirty things. There will be bandits not far from Guanzhong. It's really unimaginable."

Li Xu remained silent.

The other person looked unhappy but hesitated to speak.

Looking at the expressions of the two of them, Chen Luo probably knew that they were hiding something in their hearts, but it was not convenient for them to tell outsiders like himself.

So we chatted for a while, but before we could figure out the key, we heard an exclamation from the group of people asking for help.

There are no experienced soldiers in the Jiaoxi Kingdom's mission, otherwise they would definitely know that after the battle, they need to hit the target to prevent the enemy from cheating to death.

Obviously, they didn't take precautions just now, and as a result, the real thief faked his death, and it seemed that the thief had made some moves before being hacked to death.

Seeing Li Xu walking back in a panic, Chen Luo pondered for a moment and then jumped off the carriage.

"A Zhang, let's go over and see what's going on over there."

"Wei." Zhang An responded and followed Chen Luo honestly.

Seeing Chen Luo's previous performance, he has now made up his mind to just follow his master.

You must know that not only do you have good eyesight, but you also have the ability to see.

It is difficult to predict the future of such a master who is calm in times of trouble and has great archery skills.

Moreover, I came from a poor background, so I only have a way out if I choose the right direction.

(End of this chapter)