Zhou Dunji looked at the man's back, his expression lost in thought, and sighed: "We can't help elsewhere, but with more people, we can help you chop more firewood, and we can also pick up the arrows during the special training."
"You're too polite. You are helping me avenge myself by killing the slaves. It is what I should do to pass on some experience to young people."
He stopped arranging his bow and arrows and slowly turned around.
!
Him, his eyes... his eye sockets are empty!
He is a blind man, and his eyes were gouged out until he became blind...
This middle-aged man was dressed like a hunter, with very strong hands and feet. He was looking at Wang Hongyu head-on.
He is obviously blind, but he can lock onto me who is 50 steps away?
Taking steps slowly, with each foot stepping on the snow, the blind man could accurately judge his position and turn his face slightly to keep facing forward.
I see, my elder brother asked this blind man to guide me to reduce my reliance on my eyes.
Zhou Dunji coughed and interrupted the two of them to test each other: "Let me introduce you, this is my third brother Wang Hongyu who I told you."
The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "It turns out that you are a young hero who defeated the slave establishment twice. I am very happy to meet you.
My name is Feng Jie, I was a veteran of Liao Town, and I will do my best to give you some help."
Zhou Dunji also added: "Brother Feng and I met when we were taking the martial arts examinations in Beijing. Later, we became Qianzong in Liao Town. We had to retire because of injuries, and we made a living by hunting here."
Was the eye injured at that time?
Then, a blind man makes a living by hunting. What a powerful person he is!
Feng Jie shook his head at Zhou Dunji's position: "Xiao General Zhou, don't say half of what you say~ In fact, I mainly make a living by fishing, and hunting has to wait until there are fallen leaves or snow."
Okay, another fisherman~
Brother, yes, you can't tell it at ordinary times, but you must also be a fisherman. Otherwise, why is there a friend on the left fishing in Miyun, and a friend on the right fishing in Liaodong?
Mentioning fishing, Zhou Dunji also laughed: "Lao Tan has also come to Liaodong this time. When the war comes to an end, will you take us to choose a good place to watch and enjoy fishing together?"
"Haha~ Okay...you are the only ones who still remember me after all these years. There are not many veterans left back then..."
"Don't say that if you are only in your forties. The Sichuan soldiers aiding Liao this time are not to mention forty years old. There are nearly a thousand of them in their fifties. Liao Town..."
"Some of the veterans in Liao Town can no longer be seen, and some I don't want to see..."
The topic suddenly became heavy. Both Zhou Dunji and Feng Jie were the kind of people who carried a lot of past. They both had many veteran comrades who died at the hands of Nurhachi...
"Old soldiers never die!"
Wang Hongyu, who had been silent until now, shouted loudly.
"Old soldiers never die!"
This sound inspired everyone's hearts.
The passion in the eyes of Zhou Dunji, Feng Jie and the group of veterans who followed was ignited.
"Old soldiers never die!!!"
Perhaps history books are filled with the lives of literati and officials, but these veterans are not recorded at all.
But Wang Hongyu is here, I witness, I accompany, and I pass on the stories of the veterans!
After Zhou Dunji's explanation, he agreed to come back in 15 days.
Wang Hongyu and a dozen veterans stayed and set up camp here temporarily.
When they were setting up camp, Feng Jie had already pinched dozens of snowballs and made dozens of arrows without arrowheads.
"Close your eyes and make a sound to let me know where you are."
Wang Hongyu followed the request, closed his eyes tightly, and said "Drink!"
"Snapped!"
Snowball's face was directly muddled.
What!
Before he could finish his roar, the snowball hit him.
"How could you hear the sound of snowballs flying when you shouted?"
Wang Hongyu opened his eyes when he said that.
With a sudden flash of his head, the snowball passed by his ear.
"Oh? You are really good at using your eyes... Now, try throwing snowballs at me. I will keep my voice and hide from you~"
Feng Jieyun said it calmly, as if this was a common thing.
Wang Hongyu throws snowballs, and Feng Jie can accurately determine the landing point even if Feng Jie interferes with his own voice.
No snowball can hit him.
Seeing Feng Jie's empty eyes, the impatience in his heart calmed down.
Then start training, just follow this method.
The soldiers can also train together. Most of them are veterans, but they are more experienced than Wang Hongyu. They can avoid snowballs without sound interference as soon as they get started.
Wang Hongyu humbly learned from their experience, and also learned from Feng Jie how to use his ears to grasp the sounds of flying objects.
At the end of the day, with your eyes closed, you can determine the exact landing point of an object like a snowball.
"This level is not enough, it can be considered as a veteran level."
Feng Jie was in the same martial arts examination class as Zhou Dunji, and was older. He was also very strict with Wang Hongyu at this time.
"Okay, I will stay here for 10 days this time. Not only will I learn my skills from you, but I will also surpass you."
Wang Hongyu just has a hard work and a will that is difficult for people of this era to understand. He seems to have some goal in mind and has endless motivation to chase it.
"Okay! Close your eyes."
Wang Hongyu closed his eyes as required.
"Snapped!"
The sound of bow strings,
!
Wang Hongyu suddenly woke up and quickly opened his eyes, but it was too late. An arrow with a flattened arrow had already hit his right rib.
If it was a intact arrow, he would definitely be seriously injured. If it was an armor-piercing arrow, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Remember the sound of arrows flying, it's very nice~" Feng Jie smiled slightly.
"Hey~"
I actually heard it just now.
First I heard a sound for a moment, and then I got an arrow in my right rib.
In this era, the speed of arrows is generally 50 meters per second, and the fastest can reach 70 meters per second, which is still much slower than the sound. It is true that the sound arrives first and the arrow arrives later.
Then keep practicing.
Dozens of veterans of the Sichuan Army also followed this training. They worked in pairs and trained with arrows without arrowheads.
We also created different types of arrows such as light arrows, heavy arrows, and continuous arrows, creating different sounds and speeds for everyone to distinguish and adapt to.
The veterans can all hear it, and they can master the sounds of different arrows with a little familiarity. However, their speed is a little slow, and sometimes it is too late to make defensive actions.
Wang Hongyu couldn't tell the difference for the time being, and he had to learn the sounds of different arrows one by one. But he was faster and could always make defensive moves, but his position was not accurate.
Everyone cooperates and learns from each other, plus Feng Jie teaches without reservation.
After five days, everyone has mastered the skills of preventing arrows.
Over the past few days, Wang Hongyu and dozens of veterans have a sense of accomplishment. Even when they are blind at night, they can determine the direction and location when encountering cold arrows, and use their armor to make correct blocking and defensive actions.
This training also strengthened defenses against night attacks.
Because it reduces its dependence on the eyes and strengthens its grasp of sounds, it is stronger than before when facing night attacks.