This kind of competition is more like a duel than a competition. Na Shunge Rile wanted to take this opportunity to kill Liu Ziguang and rescue Xiao Kangxi, but Liu Ziguang did not dare to kill Na Shunge Rile because he was afraid of killing Na Shunge.
After Zile, the Mongolian soldiers were leaderless and no longer cared about the safety of the hostages.
That Shungerile grabbed a curved bow and a pot of arrows and walked to the end of the open space where the crowd had drawn up. Liu Ziguang also borrowed a bow and walked to the opposite side of him. The two were about a hundred steps apart, and there was nothing behind them.
There was no one standing around, so the audience probably knew that innocent people could easily be hurt in a duel between experts.
Mongolians respect heroes the most and are very interested in fair one-on-one duels. Liu Ziguang and his friends dared to duel with the best hero in Mongolia even though they were surrounded by dozens of people. This courage gave them more admiration.
Since it is a duel, fairness is important. Both of them brought a pot of arrows, exactly thirty. A distance of one hundred steps is the limit of accurate shooting for ordinary archers. This has nothing to do with the quality of the archers themselves.
It doesn't matter much. Bows and arrows, a relatively primitive weapon, have certain limitations. No matter how good the shooter's eyesight is, his estimation of wind speed will not be much improved. Generally speaking, an ordinary shooter can shoot in one shot.
If you hit the bullseye within a distance of 60 meters, you are considered qualified. A relatively capable shooter can hit a human-shaped target within a distance of 100 meters to 200 meters. This refers to the direct shooting distance. When fighting in a group, projectiles are used.
Technically, shooting arrows in the sky can reach a range of 300 meters or more, but they are all covered shooting.
The duel between Liu Ziguang and Nashungeril was naturally about precision shooting. Both of them were equally capable, but there was a slight difference in weapons. Nashungeril's bow was known as the strongest bow in Mongolia. Although the bow was not long,
But it is extremely difficult to draw the bow. The Mongolian compound bow is a recurve bow made of several materials such as bamboo and bones. It has a very high muzzle velocity. The bow used by Nashungrile is said to be a treasure left over from the Genghis Khan era and is very powerful.
, high accuracy and extremely lethal power. On the other hand, the bow in Liu Ziguang's hand is much inferior. It is just a folk carved bow. Although it is also a recurve bow, its muzzle velocity is far lower than that of the opponent's bow. The gap between arrows is even greater. Then
Shunge Rile's arrows all use straight birch shafts, fine steel arrowheads, and real carved feathers, while Liu Ziguang's arrows are just ordinary bamboo shafts and iron arrowheads with wild goose feathers.
When taking his position, Shungerile deliberately made a trick and stood on the west side of the road. In this way, Liu Ziguang opposite him would have his eyes facing the setting sun, and his aim would definitely be affected, and Liu Ziguang seemed to
I don't care at all, and I don't know if he is really very skilled or if he doesn't understand anything.
The battle started at noon, and then ran for several hours. It was already dusk, and the visibility was pretty good in the summer evening. There was no need for anyone to referee the showdown between the masters. Everything was going on in silence. So how about that?
Gerile slowly raised his bow and nocked an arrow with carved feathers. He stared at Liu Ziguang with his sharp eyes, waiting for his opponent to enter combat mode. Liu Ziguang also raised his bow and nocked an arrow, but did not fire.
Neither of them moved, letting the wind in the suburbs blow their clothes. Experts knew that they were calculating the speed of the wind and looking for the opponent's flaws.
Suddenly, the Shunge Rile moved, and the thumb holding the bow string loosened, and the eagle feather arrow flew towards Liu Ziguang with a whistle. At the same time, the Shunge Rile began to run, quickly taking out the eagle feather while running wildly.
The arrow shot at Liu Ziguang, his movements became faster and faster, and he shot arrows while running. This is the specialty of the nomadic people. They have lived on horseback since childhood, and are especially good at shooting while traveling, even in very bumpy conditions.
Liu Ziguang was at a disadvantage. His experience was not as good as his opponent's, his weapons were not as good as his opponent's, and his standing position was not as good as his opponent's. However, his own physical fitness made up for these shortcomings. After the first arrow was shot, he did not take it from the arrow pot again.
Instead of using arrows, he caught the whistling carved feather arrows and shot them back with his backhand without moving at all during the whole process. Although the arrows shot by Shungerile were extremely fast and invisible to the naked eye, to Liu Ziguang
Just like a chubby crow flying by, (this allusion is only known to SC Gongtu people), I stretched out my hand and caught it, without any difficulty at all.
The arrows that Liu Ziguang reflected back were even more wonderful. They were all shot at the Shungerile arrows. Either the two arrows collided with sparks in the air, or they were broken by the arrows. His unparalleled archery skills made all the Mongolians present.
The athletes were dumbfounded. Such archery skills could only be possessed by the legendary Zhebie.
The thirty arrows in the Shungerile arrow pot were quickly finished, but not even one of Liu Ziguang's hairs was hurt. He was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat. He reached out to touch the arrow pot, but it was empty. At this time, Liu Ziguang
With a sneer, he began to fire arrows. He took out three arrows from the quiver at a time, flipped the bow, and shot at Shungerile from different angles. Although the weapons were not good enough, the power exerted in Liu Ziguang's hands was extraordinary. Every time
Each arrow was like an eye, flying close to Shungerile's body. If he didn't move, he wouldn't be hurt. If he moved, he would definitely die. Those arrows blocked all his movement space.
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The Mongolian people have never seen such exquisite archery skills. What the heroes of the grasslands respect the most is a hero. In an instant, they seemed to have forgotten Liu Ziguang's hostile identity, and shouted together: "Zhe Farewell! Zhe Farewell! Zhe Farewell!"
Zhebie means sharp archer. Liu Ziguang still knows some Mongolian. Now that the effect of shocking the enemy has been achieved, the performance can come to an end. He nocked the last arrow and aimed at the right side of Shunge Rile.
My chest and my heart said that I would give you a serious injury. At any rate, I would like to thank you for performing with me.
The feathered arrow shot through the air. The arrow was so powerful that Liu Ziguang's bow broke immediately after it was sent out. Seeing that Shunge Rile was about to die under the arrow, an arrow suddenly appeared in the sky and hit Liu Ziguang's bow.
The arrow hit a crooked angle, deviated from its direction, and sank into a big tree by the roadside. It penetrated the tree and was still shaking wildly.
Everyone looked up and saw that the Royal Guards had arrived. The first one was on a pink rouge horse, and a heroic female general was holding a bow in her hand. She was high-spirited. She was dressed in military uniform, and the armor was embroidered with dancing phoenixes.
Hanging on the victory hook is an embroidered rong knife, which is none other than Dayu'er, the Empress Dowager of the Qing Dynasty today!
Dayu'er is a woman from the Horqin tribe in Mongolia. She was known as a flower on the grassland when she was in her teens. Not only did she have a first-class appearance and figure, but her archery skills were also top-notch. Even if she married Huang Taiji and became a concubine, her martial arts skills would not be wasted.
Behind Da Yu'er was a specially-made carriage. The tortured Aunt Sumala was lying on the soft cushion, glaring at Liu Ziguang with hatred.
Finally, when the Qing Dynasty spoke to them, Liu Ziguang suddenly felt relieved. Only Da Yuer's order could ensure their safety. For the safety of his grandson and the dignity of the Qing Dynasty, the lives of these rebellious officials and traitors were not that important.
Liu Ziguang was right. Dayu'er was not Cixi. What she wanted was not personal power, but the long-term stability of the Qing Dynasty. Xuan Ye was her chosen emperor, and he had always lived up to her expectations. Now he fell into the hands of the enemy.
, Da Yuer's first thought was how to rescue her grandson, rather than how to establish a new emperor. After all, getting a new emperor would be too costly for this troubled country.
Dayu'er's prestige among the Mongolian tribes was extremely high. When Nashungeril saw his aunt coming, he immediately prostrated himself with a face of shame: "Auntie, Nashun is useless, you are embarrassed." Other Mongolian generals also came over to pay homage to Taiyu.
The empress dowager and the prairie saint attended the ceremony.
Da Yuer deliberately did not look at Kangxi who was tied up in front of the battle with a gun bag hanging on his body and a sharp knife across his neck. He just comforted the soldiers with kind words and praised them for marching quickly. They deserved to be commended. It was a bit embarrassing to expose Liu Ziguang there.
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Liu Ziguang immediately understood that this was Da Yuer's psychological warfare. Hum, the more this happened, the more important Xuan Ye was in her heart. At that moment, he said, "Isn't it Sister Da Yuer who is coming from the other side?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a complete silence. Liu Ziguang was so impudent and shameless that he kidnapped someone's grandson and almost shot someone's nephew to death. He actually called the Empress Dowager of the Qing Dynasty by her maiden name, and even added
Last sister, can someone of your generation like Liu Ziguang call you sister?
No matter how well-behaved Da Yuer was, she could not help but tremble with anger and was speechless for a moment. Aunt Sumala, who was lying on the soft cushion, had red eyes, pointed at Liu Ziguang and cursed: "Traitor, today is the day you die."
Liu Ziguang turned around and smiled: "Sister Su Ma is here too. Are you feeling better? We say goodbye to Nanjing. It's been a while since we sisters have seen each other. My sister's temper is still so hot."
Aunt Sumara was so angry that she was trembling all over. She grabbed a matchlock gun on the cushion and was about to fire it. How could Liu Ziguang allow her to use force?
At this time, he had returned to his own formation, grabbed Kangxi and blocked it in front of his chest. He took out a lighter and fiddled with it, threatening: "Sister Su Ma, be careful. The emperor's chest is full of gunpowder. What if?"
It would not look good if you miss and blow my little brother Xuan Ye into pieces."
Sumalagu put away the blunderbuss in anger and said to the Empress Dowager: "Ancestor, what do you think we should do?"
After all, Da Yu'er is a veteran politician who has been through various tests. Faced with this situation, she can cope with it easily. She put away her bow and a kind smile appeared on her face: "Across the way, is Mr. Liu, Prince Wuhou of Shaobao Town, the Ming Dynasty? In front of you.
When you came to visit this country, you didn’t even say hello to me, an old woman, and now that you’re leaving, you don’t even say hello to me.”
Liu Ziguang replied: "Sister, you're welcome. This is Liu Ziguang. I just wanted to visit the local customs of Beijing incognito. Unexpectedly, I encountered a mob causing chaos, so I left in a hurry. I apologize for the rudeness."
Da Yuer's face suddenly changed, and she asked in a cold voice: "Since he has left, why are you still kidnapping my grandson? Are you deceiving me that there is no one in the Qing Dynasty?"