Chen Xiaochu, a recruit, fell off the wooden stake and climbed up on his own. He clung to the wooden stake with trembling hands, trying to climb up again.
"Xiaochu, are you crazy? Forget it, take a rest. You will hurt your bones if you act recklessly like this!" Chen Xiaochu's good friend Xu Bazhi from the same village jumped down from the wooden stake and helped Chen Xiaochu up.
"No, Lao Ba, let me go and let me go up. We are brothers, so just leave me alone. I must become a dragon-scaled horse cavalry! We can't let the barbarian dogs snatch the dragon-scaled horse away." Chen Xiaochu and Xu Bazhi
The village where they lived was massacred by the Jinwu barbarians, and Chen Xiaochu and Xu Bazhi escaped because they were outside. After the village was massacred, the two people became refugees. They lived in Chiyang Guard and prepared to join the army, but they were deceived by Du Feng into Black Bear Castle.
Originally, the two of them thought that they could only live in Black Bear Castle and be farmers for the rest of their lives. Unexpectedly, the third son of Black Bear Castle was very ambitious. When training the militia, the two of them took the initiative to sign up and became two recruits under Yang Wanchai.
How could Xu Bazhi not know what Chen Xiaochu was thinking? So, he let go of his good brother's hand and jumped onto the stake silently: "Xiaochu! I told you when I came out of Huaishu Village,
We are the only two left in Huaishu Village. Whatever you want to do, I will accompany you. If you want to go crazy, I will go crazy with you! Just hold on! Act like a man!"
Chen Xiaochu stood up with difficulty, and a trace of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He fell down just now and had a small cut on the corner of his mouth. Chen Xiaochu wiped it with his hand indifferently. Instead of wiping the blood stain clean, he wiped the blood away.
It was all over his face. A smile appeared on his face, mixed with the blood stains, forming a strange picture. For a moment, he forgot the pain on his body, slowly climbed up the tree stump, and stood tremblingly on the tree stump again.
stand up.
Yang Wanchai watched all this from a distance, clenched his fist and hit the wooden pile on the side hard, bang! There was a loud noise, and the wooden pile shook: "Temur! Wait!"
Yang Wanchai was training hard every day, and Temur was not idle either. The daily riding and shooting training took a long time, and each cavalryman's riding and shooting coordination with the dragon scale horse became more and more sophisticated.
A goshawk hovers in the sky, and its prey is a gray rabbit raised by a farmer in Black Bear Castle. Although there is no shortage of food for it in the mountains and forests, the flocks of livestock and poultry raised here in Black Bear Castle are more cunning than the prey in the mountains and forests.
More readily available.
Temur had also seen the goshawk a long time ago, but the goshawk was hundreds of meters above the ground, and even the most powerful longbow of the black bear tribe could not shoot it down. Temur was riding a dragon-scaled horse in the open space.
Jogging.
The goshawk selected its target, its hovering range became smaller and smaller, and then it suddenly swooped down, its body swooping towards the earth like an arrow.
"Chirp!"
The goshawk gave a sharp cry.
After the group of gray rabbits heard the goshawk's voice, not only did they not run away, but they crawled on the ground and shivered. They were completely frightened by the goshawk.
Temur gently patted the dragon scale horse's head: "Brother, the prey is here!"
The dragon-scaled horse actually connected with Temur's mind and started running obediently. The dragon-scaled horse was much stronger than ordinary war horses, so its starting speed was several times faster than that of ordinary war horses. In just one breath,
The speed of the dragon scale horse was as fast as the wind.
Whoosh!
Temur felt the wind pouring into his ears getting stronger and stronger, and only heard the whirring sound of the wind in his ears.
As an excellent hunter, Temur was naturally not affected by the wind. He skillfully pulled out an arrow from the quiver, put it on the long bow, and when he drew it hard, the long bow turned into a full moon, which seemed to be completely different.
Without aiming, he had already let go of the arrow in his hand.
"Whoosh!"
The arrow split the air and made a sweet sound.
The speed of the arrow was so fast that it left only an afterimage in the sky, making it impossible to see the arrow clearly.
The next moment, the goshawk that was bound to win had already fallen headlong, landing right next to the frightened little gray rabbit. It was not completely dead yet, and its body was twitching in pain.
There was an arrow stuck in his back, and the arrow shot the goshawk straight through. This shows how amazing the power of the arrow was. Blood kept seeping out from the wound opened by the arrow.
The owner of the gray rabbit hurried out: "Damn it, the goshawk is here again!"
When I walked out, I found the goshawk shot through by arrows and the frightened little gray rabbits.
Temur rode over on the dragon scale horse. He turned sideways very gracefully from the dragon scale horse, climbed onto the dragon scale horse's back with one hand, and took the prey in his hand with the other hand.
The owner of the gray rabbit looked at Temur blankly. Temur smiled, pulled out the arrow, and then stuffed the goshawk into the hand of the gray rabbit owner: "This goshawk should cost you something."
Young master, it’s yours!”
Before the gray rabbit owner could react, Temur had already left.
"Why are you so stunned? Is the goshawk here again?" The wife of the owner of the gray rabbit came out.
"Well, well, Captain Yang is afraid he won't be able to defeat the barbarians this time."
Du Xuan also pays close attention to the training situation at the military training ground every day, but he will not worry about winning or losing. Everything is under his control. What he has a headache now is his own training. He visualizes every day, constantly
Using Haoran's righteousness to cleanse his body can indeed allow him to make continuous progress, but this progress is too slow. His Haoran's righteousness is now just between that of a scholar and a bachelor. The attacks of evil spirits on warlocks may not be as strong as those of bachelors.
Weak, but against those powerful warlocks, even a slight difference can be fatal.
This feeling makes Du Xuan very anxious. He is not a serious Confucian and Taoist. With his background, a Confucian and Taoist would not refer Confucian and Taoist classics to a direct descendant of a martial artist. Naturally, he has no chance to accept authentic Confucianism.
Baptism of the Word.
"Young Master, the eldest young master has sent you something. The eldest young master has just won a great victory at Shiqiao Qianhu Station and annihilated the 50,000-strong army of the rebel general Yao Zhengyin. This is a letter for you." Du Feng
Pass the letter in your hand to Du Xuan.
"Where is the messenger?" Du Xuan asked.
"They came directly from Shiqiao Qianhu. I have arranged for someone to entertain them." Du Feng said. The person who delivered the message came all the way and trudged all the way. He was unkempt and naturally couldn't come to see the young master immediately.
Du Xuan nodded: "You are so entertaining."
When I opened the letter, I saw that the handwriting was very sloppy, which was in line with the character of my eldest brother Du Rong. He had been fond of martial arts and bad writing since he was a child, so naturally he couldn't be expected to write a handsome handwriting. At least he knew how to read and it wouldn't be a big deal if he could scrawl a little.
The content of the letter is very simple. It means that I won the battle and sent you some things. By the way, I also told Du Xuan that he had recruited tens of thousands of people at once, and he didn't have that much food to feed so many people. I know.
Du Xuan is reclaiming wasteland at Black Bear Castle and needs manpower. Just ask for as many people as you want.