Chapter 20 Congtai Riding and Shooting

After the martial arts performance, it is naturally the theme of this shooting competition, and it's these teenagers' turn to play.

More than 100 young knights in Group A urged the horse to come forward slowly. Although the horse step was a little messy, it seemed to be the same. I think these teenagers spent a lot of time on equestrianism. The people in Group A entered the west side of the grand training ground in turn, waiting for the master's assessment.

The first test was naturally Group A. Most of the onlookers were their relatives. As soon as they appeared, there was thunderous applause and applause came one after another.

The State of Zhao founded the country with martial arts, and the nobles are also extremely martial arts. Zhao Xin squinted and watched for a long time, but found that many of the more than 100 children were indeed real materials. Whether it was horsemanship, riding and shooting, or short combat, they were all outstanding people. The master looked at Longyan and Joy on the stage, and Xiao Zhao Wang was even more envious and clapped his palm desperately.

After the group A comparison, the master selected 23 outstanding teenagers to join Yulin. The winner is full of joy, while the loser's face is dim. He clenched his fist unwillingly and vowed that he would be selected next year. The only pitiful thing is those children who have reached the age of eighteen. This is their last chance. Failure means that they have completely cut off the road to war.

With the long number role, 64 young knights in Group B also entered the training ground. The quality of this group is obviously worse than that of the previous group. The horse's steps are messy and the pace is different. Some people even hit the front because they can't control the horse well because of nervousness. Suddenly, it was in chaos, which attracted the audience's laughter. The master on the stage couldn't help but smile, and he didn't expect much from this group.

At this time, the sun is getting higher and higher, and it is almost time for lunch. Tens of thousands of onlookers have dispersed. The ministers and generals on the stage are also yawning. Obviously, they are not very interested in this group of children. Only the prince watched with great interest. He wanted to see his son outstanding. Zhao Jian also stretched out his neck and had a lot of expectations for his son.

The comparison of Group B is not as tedious as that of Group A. There is less horse fighting, but a simplified comparison of equestrianism and riding.

The first round of the equestrian test was held. Sixty-four teenagers lined up, accompanied by the order to run wildly. This project has a total of five miles back and forth, and there are several grassmen in each hundred steps. What Zhao Xin and they have to do is to complete a series of chopping actions while testing the speed. In the end, whoever arrives first will be the winner.

It's not too late for Zhao Xin to get in touch with the riding skills. When he was a child, Li Dui often took him to ride a horse to play, which was also the most proficient one in his horse skills. In addition, in the past few months, the skills of Wang Xiu's transmission have also been much more vigorous. He wanted to win the first prize in a round of riding test. Unexpectedly, there were many masters in Group B. Zhao Xin tried his best and only won the eighth position, which was immediately disappointed. Zhao Quan performed extremely well. He pressed his companions to lead all the way. Unfortunately, he was careless in the final chopping action. His sword cut into the stake and almost got out of his hand. He was overtaken by the people behind him and won the second place.

After the equestrian test, it is the second riding and shooting test. Sixty-four teenagers divided the lottery into eight groups and entered the field in turn to test riding and shooting.

This is also the last content of the test, so after shooting the arrow, the teenagers will also go directly to the master to receive the reward. Whether they can enter the feather forest depends on the arrow feathers given to them by the Lord, which are divided into three kinds of arrow feathers: gold, silver and iron. If he intends to be selected into the Yulin, the master will give Yin Ling, and if he loses the election, he will give Tie Ling. There is only one branch of Jin Ling. If someone performs particularly well, it is possible to get it. Although several people in Group A performed very well at the beginning, the master did not reward Jin Ling, which also gave the people of Group B infinite reverie.

A sergeant with a head inserted in Zhiling brought a lottery pot. The teenagers rushed up to draw lots. Zhao Xin also squeezed and grabbed a lot of lots. When he looked carefully, he couldn't help shouting bad luck. It turned out that he drew the last group.

Go to the field in the order in which they are drawn. The distance of the horse with one arrow is freely shot by the players. Finally, the score on each target is determined by the score. The teenagers in the first few groups were mediocre. Most of them shot feather arrows in a regular way. There was nothing outstanding. Naturally, they couldn't get the silver feathers. They could only retreat with a grimly face with copper feathers.

It was not until Zhao Quan appeared that the scene turned around. Even Zhao Xin can't admit that Zhao Quan is really outstanding in riding and shooting. At such a short distance, the previous player Li always shot an arrow. At most two arrows, he shot three arrows in a row. The arrows are inseparable from the heart of the red heart. The smoothness of his movements is not inferior to that of a veteran who has been on the battlefield, which immediately attracted applause from all. Zicheng stood up and cheered loudly for his son's strength.

Zhao Quan ran to the Cong platform with an excited face, got off his horse and knelt in front of his master for reward.

When Zhao Yong saw that his cousin was so brilliant, he was so happy. His hand passed by the silver pot, pulled out Jin Ling and threw it without hesitation. He laughed loudly and said, "Then."

Zhao Quan was overjoyed and quickly kowtowed to thank him. He stood aside happily holding Jin Ling and looked proudly at Zhao Xin in the distance.

When Zhao Xin saw that his eyes were full of provocativeness in his eyes, he was naturally unconvinced, but he knew that there were still some. His riding and shooting skills were better than Li Quan. I'm afraid whether he could hit the target or not was a big question mark.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xin couldn't help but feel numb, thinking that he would be ashamed this time. It's too late to think about it. It will soon be his turn to play, so Zhao Xin had to hold his bow and harden his scalp.

He urged him to move forward, gradually accelerated, clamped his hands into the horse's abdomen and got out of the reins. He regularly taught him to pull out the arrow from the arrow pot according to the process of faith, held his breath and shot it out with all his strength. He secretly prayed to all the immortals to bless him.

"Drink", the feather arrow came out like a meteor. Zhao Xin's momentum was awe-inspiring. He only heard a loud "bang", and the feather arrow actually tore the target. The onlookers were stunned and stunned. I think Zhao Xin's seven-senses in the past few months have not been practiced in vain, but his strength is full, but the target has been smashed, and it can't be seen whether he has hit the red heart.

Zhao Xin was stunned at first and thought that his luck was too good. In this way, he could muddle through. How could he get a silver feather to play with such a powerful arrow? Although he was still worse than Zhao Quan, at least he could enter the Yulin as he wished.

He was about to cheer, but Zhao Xin suddenly opened his mouth and found something wrong. Only the loud laughter of the whole audience was heard, and Zhao Xin's feather arrow actually deflected dozens of steps, smashing the target of the people next to him.

Zhao Yong couldn't help laughing from the stage, and a group of ministers and generals also laughed. Only Zhao and Xinqi looked embarrassed and looked at each other and looked away with shame.

No matter how thick-skinned Zhao Xin was, he was so ashamed that he blushed at this time. He got off the horse and knelt down under the cong stage, thinking that he was really famous this time. I'm afraid he would become the laughingstock of the whole Handan in a day.

Zhao Yong stopped laughing, looked at Zhao Xin kneeling under the stage with a smile, and joked, "You are Zhao Xin, and the brute force is not small, but it's a pity," after saying that, he grabbed the iron fing all the time and was about to leave it, but suddenly stopped.

It turned out that Zhao Xin couldn't help but feel proud when he heard his father ridiculing himself, and he couldn't help humming gently. Although the voice was very soft, Zhao Yong's ear power was excellent and he could hear it clearly. Then he put down his hand, looked at Zhao Xin under the seat with interest, narrowed his eyes and said, "What, your tone seems to be unconvinced, isn't it?"

When Zhao Xin saw that the master's father's tone did not look like blame, he simply raised his head boldly and said, "Master Mingjian, the little boy is indeed unconvinced in his heart. I can't learn to ride for more than April. This is not my point."

Zhao Yong was not angry. Instead, he was a little interested in this bold teenager, so he smiled and said, "That widow will give you another chance. What skills are you good at?"

Zhao Xin thought for a moment. He practiced swordsmanship diligently during this period of time, but he had a little confidence, so he replied, "Lord, the villain is good at swordsmanship."

Zhao Yong smiled when he heard the words, turned his head and said to a general beside him, "Shi Hu, go and try this boy's skills."

"No." The general named Shi Hu answered his voice and walked down to Zhao Xin with a depressed face. He looked up and down at Zhao Xinsuo's body, looked at Zhao Yong with a calm old face and said, "Master, it's okay to fight, but if I, Lao Shi can't stop for a while, you can't blame me for this boy."

Zhao Yong laughed and scolded, "You talk a lot of nonsense. Naturally, it's a real fight for you to try his skills. Where did you come from?"

Shi Hu smiled when he heard the words and said, "I'm waiting for you."

The two walked up to the ring one after another and stood opposite. Before they opened the circle, the people were already laughing. It turned out that the stone tiger was eight feet tall and extremely burly, more than twice as tall as Zhao Xin's. The two were familiar and weak, which was not self-evident at all.

The Shihu looked at Zhao Xin contemptuously and said, "Kid, it's too late for you to admit defeat now. I, Shi Hu, have always been ruthless. It's a pity if your pink doll is beaten and broken."

Zhao Xin hummed and rolled his eyes at him and said, "Big fool, it's not too late for you to admit defeat now. I, Zhao Xin, have always been ruthless. It's a pity if you are beaten and bruised."

Shi Hu was stunned when he saw Zhao Xin imitating his tone. He was furious and Huo Ran danced his sword to attack.

Zhao Xin saw that although he was full of momentum, he only saw that there were not many subtle changes. It was just a simple move, and his heart was much more at ease. It seems that this stupid big man just has brute force, but his swordsmanship is average. If he is careful, he may not have a chance to win.