The Three Kingdoms Of The North Are Proud And Heroic

Zu Zhao and Zhang Yuan left the Xihe Bridge and headed for the countryside in the northwest direction.

The people who came and went at the Xihe Bridge had already been alarmed by the movements of Zu Zhao, Zhang Yuan and others, even if most of the ordinary people kept to themselves and did not want to cause trouble, there were still many good people who mistakenly thought that something big would happen. Especially when he recognized the two brothers Zhang Yuan and Zhang Pre, and knew that the two were rangers, he concluded that there would be a bloody storm. With the heart of watching the excitement, these people followed behind from afar, pointing and talking about all kinds of things.

The crowd rode slowly for two or three miles, and in front of them was an open wasteland, with a few shriveled and lifeless lonely trees.

Zhang Yuan grabbed the reins and glanced back, but saw that thirty or forty good deeds from the nearby countryside had gathered in the rear three hundred paces away, and most of them took advantage of the noon farm break to get a fresh picture. There are young men carrying farm tools, old men carrying bags, women carrying pots and food baskets, and even children of three or five. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel proud, looking forward to taking advantage of this to make a good show.

"The eldest prince, although it is a comparative bow and riding technique, if it is just a regular riding and shooting grass target, it is obviously not interesting. Zhang has never seen an enemy stupid enough to stand in place and wait for you to shoot an arrow. Let's just have a more practical discussion," he said to Zu Zhao while untying the wine gourd hanging on the side of the horse, "Tie this wine gourd to the crooked neck tree in front, you and I will shoot three arrows each, and whoever has more will win." How is it?

Zu Zhao glanced at the dead trees in front of him, and then observed the current wind.

It is the cold autumn monsoon season, and the cold northwest wind has been blowing for several days. Although the wind is not too big today, it is quite tricky, moving from west to north, from big to small, and it is really difficult to grasp its rules. The wine gourd hanging from the trunk of the tree swayed in the wind, and the target was too small, which was really a test of skill.

What's even more unfortunate is that he was adjusting the size of the saddle and pedal a few days ago, and today's mount is not equipped with this set of equipment, so he has no advantage at all, and can only fight with the accumulated basic skills. Speaking of which, Zhang Yuan really has a bit of an advantage on this point.

"What my brother said is very reasonable, so follow my brother's words." Although it was very tricky, Zu Zhao had no room to retreat. Fortunately, he exercises hard and earnestly on weekdays, and he still has some confidence in his basic skills.

"Very good." Zhang Yuan smiled, turned around and threw the wine gourd to Zhang Yu who was not far away.

Zhang Pre is Zhang Yuan's younger brother, and the age difference between the two is four or five years, but Zhang Pre's ruffian is even more than that of his brother. After taking the gourd, he kicked the horse's belly with the reins and ran towards the dead tree about two hundred paces ahead. Coming to the bottom of the tree, he jumped to the ground without waiting for his mount to stop, and then climbed halfway up the trunk of the tree, tying the gourd to the tips of the branches that stretched outward.

There was still a little wine in the wine gourd, but it still couldn't stop the push of the high wind on the plains.

A ranger rode up to Zhang Yuan and handed him a deer antler bow and a quiver. Zhang Yuan took the bow and tried the bowstring, and carefully adjusted it until the bowstring fit.

At this time, one of the children of the ancestral family also came to Zu Zhao's side with a horse, and asked, "Eldest prince, what bow do you use today?" "

Zu Zhao came prepared for this trip, carrying three different bows: light, medium, and heavy. He remained silent and said, "No hurry.

Zhang Yuan took out all the arrows in the quiver, leaving only three arrows. He turned back to Zu Zhao with a bow and asked, "Who will come first?"

Zu Zhao said: "The young and the old are orderly, and the elder brother comes first."

Zhang Yuan smiled coldly, didn't say anything more, grabbed the reins with one hand, twisted the antler bow with the other, and rushed towards the crooked neck tree. Zhang Yu and a group of rangers immediately cheered, cheering with the bow and sword in their hands. Many onlookers in the rear couldn't help but stretch their necks to look.

Zu Zhao squinted his eyes and stared at Zhang Yuan, since Zhang Yuan proposed the bow and rode as a comparison, and chose the wine gourd to hang on the treetops, the other party must have two tricks in this regard, but he really wanted to see the ability of this leader of the Anyang Pavilion rangers.

I saw Zhang Yuan following the wind in the northwest direction, approaching the crooked neck tree. Arriving within a hundred paces, his mount slowed a little, latched on to the reins with his mouth, and freed his hands to open his bow and draw the strings. As a competition, the first arrow was crucial, and he held his breath to concentrate on aiming, and when he advanced to about seventy paces, Huo Di released his bowstring. I only heard the sound of an arrow "whoosh", and the first arrow was like a thunderbolt to the crooked neck tree, and it was in the upper part of the wine gourd.

The wine gourd shook violently, and the feathered arrows nailed into the gourd body were like the tail feathers of an arrogant rooster.

Zhang Zhen was the first to shout: "Okay! The

rangers immediately followed with a burst of shouting, and from time to time they threw provocative voices at the children of the ancestral family.

Zhang Yuan ran around the crooked neck tree and returned to the starting position. He looked at Zu Zhao proudly, and didn't say too many frivolous words, just pointed at the crooked neck tree with a deer antler bow, and said, "It's your turn."

Zu Zhao's face was calm, and he bowed to Zhang Yuan politely, and then said to the ancestor disciple before: "Take the wing bow." The

children of the ancestral family immediately took a pair of lacquer-white bows, and the two ends of the bow body had carvings similar to animal feathers.

This wing bow is a common bow used by Zu Zhao to practice Xi riding and archery on weekdays, and the bowstring has about eight lives, which is a typical medium-sized bow. For him, since he was not equipped with a saddle or stirrup today, he could use the most familiar bow to perform at his best.

With the quiver, Zu Zhao took a slow breath and drove the horse towards the crooked neck tree. The children of the ancestral family also shouted loudly, because of the large number of people, they were more shocked than Zhang Yuan and the others. Seeing this, the flat-headed people who were watching in the distance couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

Zu Zhao also chose to move in the direction of the wind, but when he was just about a hundred paces, he quickly released the reins, barely aimed, and lifted his bow to shoot the first arrow. The arrow did not have any arc, and flew straight towards the wine gourd. However, there was no suspense in this arrow, it did not reach the side of the wine gourd at all, and pierced straight into the trunk of the crooked neck tree behind.

The children of the ancestral family, who were originally full of expectations and enthusiasm, suddenly seemed to have fallen into an ice valley. Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yu and other rangers all let out unbridled laughter. Zu Ji held back his breath, his face turned red, and he glared at Zhang Yuan and gritted his teeth with hatred.

Zu Zhao returned from his horse, and although the arrow missed, his face was very calm, showing an almost unbelievable calm. Several children of the ancestral family hurriedly gathered around, some were busy taking the bow from the eldest prince's hand, and some changed the topic of comfort, thinking that a miss was not a big deal. Others, however, were depressed, bowing their heads and sighing.

Zu Ji asked urgently: "Eldest Prince, what is this?"

Zu Zhao smiled and said: "It's okay, if you don't shoot, you don't shoot, you don't need to make excuses."

Several ancestral children sighed in a deep voice and lowered their heads and shook their heads.

Zhang Yuan, who was on the side, was about to come forward to tease Zu Zhao at first, but when he saw Zu Zhao's attitude of not being surprised, some strange thoughts suddenly appeared in his heart. He has always been competitive at Zu Zhao's age, especially in the current competition, he has repeatedly provoked himself, and people with a little blood will have hot and impulsive brains, but the other party seems to be as calm as his age at this moment. Thinking back to the quick draw of the bow and archery of the right talent, it is more and more unpredictable.

This son's bearing is so magnificent? He couldn't help but mutter.

Zu Zhao stopped his mount, looked at Zhang Yuan, and smiled, "Brother, it's your turn."

Zhang Yuan didn't take advantage of Zuzhao, lifted the antler bow and ran towards the crooked neck tree again. This time he approached sixty paces, and without aiming too much, he raised his bow and shot an arrow at the wine gourd. This arrow was slightly weaker than the first arrow, and although it still hit the wine gourd in the end, it was much more crooked than the first arrow. He had just returned from his horse when the second arrow could not withstand the wind and sway, and fell abruptly.

Despite this, Zhang Yu still shouted at the top of his voice: "Big brother is good at archery!" The

rangers were stunned for a moment, and then echoed and rejoiced.

In the distance, there were more people watching the excitement, and many people whispered and discussed. In their opinion, it is obvious that Zhang Yuan's riding and archery skills are superior.

When it was Zu Zhao's turn, he was calm and calm after all, and he whipped the horse's stock with his bow and rushed forward at an accelerated pace. He still raised his bow and fired quickly when he had just advanced a hundred paces, and the arrow was extremely fast, only a black shadow flashed. Unfortunately, the arrow still failed to hit the gourd, and the first arrow was nailed to the trunk of the tree.

When the rangers saw this scene, they immediately booed. The children of the ancestral family looked at each other in twos and threes, and they couldn't understand what was wrong with the eldest son, so they wouldn't miss twice in a row. Zhang Yuan still had some doubts in his heart, but he couldn't help but sneer for a while, no matter what, the fact that the two arrows missed was certain, and the outcome was already clear.