On February 2, Deng Ziming's caravan finally arrived. This time the caravan was much larger than before, with hundreds of camels, mules and horses carrying brick tea, silk, cloth, porcelain, and ironware purchased from Guanzhong. In addition, Deng Ziming also
It brought what Yuan Feng had dreamed of.
Twenty pairs of bows and arrows, all made by craftsmen from the Central Plains, are made of extremely tough multi-layered bamboo and mulberry wood interspersed with tenons, with horns attached to the surface. The bowstrings are made of twisted silk, which is extremely tough and tougher than Yuan Feng's hand.
This simple hunting bow is countless times more powerful.
Deng Ziming looked guilty and said to Yuan Feng: "I'm really sorry. Crossbows are forbidden items and you can't buy them even if you have money. Bows are better, but they are all eliminated from the army. I think you need to be in a hurry."
, so I collected them all. If they are not suitable for use, I can only look for opportunities to buy new ones."
Yuan Feng randomly picked up a bow and tugged it, saying: "It has indeed been used for a long time. The strength of the bow has been exhausted. At most, it still has 60 kilograms of strength. But it's okay. I, the disciples, can't fire it hard for the time being."
Bow, it’s good to practice your skills with these soft bows.”
Each bow only comes with a pot of arrows, and they are not good arrows. They are bamboo arrows from the horned eagle feather. However, in the eyes of the young people, this is already an exquisite weapon. They all gathered around with their eyes shining brightly.
If Zhao Ding'an hadn't pressed it down, someone might have touched it.
The caravan just passed by Shibali Fort, and after the tip-off, they set off on the road again. However, there was an extra triangular red flag in the team, with the four characters "Thirteen Taibao" written on it. This meant that the caravan was protected by the Thirteen Taibao, and anyone who dared to rob would be with the Thirteenth Taibao.
The three Taibao are against each other.
This is just a bluff. Yuan Feng himself understands that the thirty men under his command can do a sneak attack, but face-to-face combat cannot defeat those elderly bandits, so he did not send anyone to accompany the team at all. The only important task at the moment is training.
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Among the eighteen kinds of weapons, the bow is the first. As a long-range weapon, the bow and arrow can minimize the gap in experience, physique, and martial arts between the enemy and the enemy. An adult horse thief who has been trained for a long time will definitely be stronger than any of Yuan Feng's young men.
It is stronger, but if you use a bow and arrow, you can knock down the opponent dozens of steps away. The cost-effectiveness of the bow and arrow can be imagined.
There were thirty people and only twenty bows. In desperation, Yuan Feng had to have some branches cut down and tied with beef tendons to use as teaching aids. He first learned the bow technique, understood the principles and structure of bows and arrows, and practiced drawing the bow.
Learn the art of archery step by step from near to far, from easy to difficult, including footwork, techniques, and breath control.
Although arrows can be reused, the feathers will be damaged after being used too much, affecting accuracy. Arrows produced by regular military industries are more suitable for use in battles. Yuan Feng led the people to chop some birch branches of moderate thickness.
Cut it into two-foot pieces, find a piece of hardwood, carve a straight groove on it, press the branch in and pull it along the groove inch by inch, the shaft will become straight, even if the weight of the head and tail is uneven.
If it can be corrected, then the front end is sharpened, and bird feathers are glued on the back, it becomes an excellent training arrow.
It is natural for young people to like to dance with swords and guns. If they were trained with the rigid and harsh methods in the military camp, these people would probably have a rebellious mentality. However, Yuan Feng's teaching methods were like playing, which attracted the young people to enjoy it and give up.
When I was in the bowl, I wanted to touch the bow and knife. When I was on the kang, I was still thinking about how to shoot an arrow and how to adjust my breath.
This novel training method actually has a lot to do with Yuan Feng's own age. In the past, when his uncle trained him, he was harsh and harsh, with almost no fun and no time to breathe. In his short life of fifteen years,
, there was almost no rest, and he spent all his time studying various martial arts, military arts, and strategies, which made the fifteen-year-old look much older than his peers, and his personality was slightly gloomy and melancholy.
After the death of his uncle, Yuan Feng seemed to be liberated. He could do whatever he wanted and implement it according to his own ideas. With a large group of peers, the gloomy Yuan Feng gradually became sunny, facing the love and admiration of the teenagers.
, a kind of majesty and a kind of bearing also secretly grew in Yuan Feng.
This time Deng Ziming's caravan carried a lot of goods and traveled further than usual. When they returned from the Western Regions, it was already three months after the spring flowers bloomed. At this time, Tian Yuanfeng was leading people to practice archery. Now they have
Instead of standing and shooting at an earthen wall three feet away like three months ago, he was riding on a horse and shooting at a human-shaped straw bale ten feet away. Although the results were not satisfactory, it was already very similar to what he had done.
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Arrows were like shooting stars and horses were like swimming dragons. A group of young people were having fun here. Suddenly, they saw a horse riding in the distance. The sentry in charge immediately put his finger into his mouth and blew a sharp whistle. Without giving any orders, the young people started.
After arranging their formation and standing ready, the few people in front drew their bows like the full moon, aimed at the rider in the distance, and shouted aggressively: "Master, I can knock this man down with one arrow, shoot."
"Shoot whatever! If you don't have to argue between us and the enemy, you have to shoot. I think you got caught in the practice of archery." Yuan Feng scolded. He had already seen that although the person was fast, he had no malicious intent, and he should be a messenger.
Sure enough, when the man was far away, he started shouting: "Help, help, hurry up."
Yuan Biao's expression darkened, and he rode to greet them. When the two met, the man couldn't bear the pain of traveling long distances. He fell off the horse. When he stood up, he found that he had collapsed. His lips were chapped, his face was sallow, and his body was sallow.
It was even more dusty, and the horse was very tired, with foam at the mouth.
A kettle was handed over, but the man pushed the kettle away and said in a hoarse voice: "Quick, bitter well, caravan, horse thieves..." He fainted before he finished speaking, and everyone was trying to lift him up.
, only to see blood under his body. After a closer look, it turned out that he had been slashed on the shoulder. There was a lot of blood along the way. It would be strange if he didn't go into shock.
Suddenly a young man rushed over and shouted: "Uncle Three! What's wrong with you, Uncle Three!" That young man was the apprentice sent by Deng Ziming. It seemed that something had happened to Deng Ziming's caravan. The Kusui Well mentioned by the visitor was about ten meters away.
There is a place eighty miles away from Bali Fort. The terrain is flat and there is a well of bitter water where the horses can drink. Therefore, the horse teams will always rest here. At the same time, it is also convenient for the horse thieves to find their targets. They only need to wait and see.
Since they announced their banner, all caravans flying the Thirteen Taibao triangular flags have been basically safe and sound. Why did something suddenly happen today?
Time was running out and there was no time to think too much. Yuan Feng asked people to carry the wounded back to the fort and hand them over to Lao Suntou for treatment. Then he shouted to the cavalry standing in line: "There is trouble! Someone is robbing the caravan on our territory, and the culprit is none other than someone else.
It’s the Deng family’s caravan. I don’t even mention it, but everyone knows that the caravan has shares in our house. If the horse thieves rob them, they are robbing our parents’ hard-earned money. What do you think we should do?”
The young men were furious, especially those of the Deng family, whose eyes were red. They raised their weapons and roared: "Kill!"
Kill, just one word, shouted with great momentum. Although they had only been trained for three months, the eyes of these young people actually had a bit of sharpness. Yuan Feng scanned for a week, but there was not much, and waved his right hand to the west: "
Bitter well, come out!"
Thirty riders roared away.
After several months of careful breeding, these war horses have become smooth and shiny, and their bodies seem to contain endless power. This short and medium-distance maneuver of hundreds of miles has been trained many times, so whether it is
Both humans and horses were very adaptable, but this time it was actual combat, so everyone went faster, and in less than an hour they reached Kushuijing, which was eighty miles away.
A circular camel array was arranged with the well as the center. Hundreds of camels were lying peacefully, and the horses were standing quietly, snoring from time to time. They seemed not to care about the few corpses lying scattered outside the array.
There was silence, and from time to time someone looked up quietly.
Worried about being ambushed, the Thirteen Taibos stopped five miles away from their destination. Yuan Feng took Ye Kai to investigate in person. The two of them lay on a nearby slope and looked around. They saw that the caravan had no trace.
Something happened, and a stone in my heart fell to the ground first.
A stone's throw away from the camel formation, there were hundreds of knights dressed as horse thieves parked. Some were dismounted and sitting, some were lying down. There were also a few leaders who looked like they were arguing about something. They seemed to be on how to deal with this.
There are huge differences in decisions about unpalatable prey.
Looking around again, there was no one on guard. Yuan Feng had an idea in his mind and pulled Ye Kai to retreat quietly.
Deng Ziming was very depressed. He thought that with the protection of the Thirteen Taibao, at least there would be no danger on the road from Liangzhou to Shibalibao, but he didn't know that he was still robbed. Horse thieves swarmed in while they were drinking water.
It’s not that the guy showed up early, and there were a lot of bows and arrows for Yuan Feng and the others hidden in the goods, I’m afraid this time they would lose both their men and their money.
Three hours ago, we sent a man to report the news to Shibali Fort. Logically speaking, reinforcements should have arrived by now, but why can't we hear any sound? Could it be that the person who reported the news was chased and killed by horse thieves? He was the most powerful person in the caravan.
A quick horse, a young man with the best skills. If this is the case, the end of the caravan is not far away. You must know that this group of horse thieves is different from the previous horse thieves. Let's discuss giving them some money to buy the road. They won't pay attention to them at all.
It's clear that he just wants to swallow up the entire caravan.
The group of horse thieves in the distance suffered a lot from bows and arrows. After throwing a few corpses, they stopped in the distance. It seemed that they wanted to take advantage of the night to strike again. However, at this moment, there was another dispute among them, and they were pushing and shoving.
After arguing for a long time, an agreement finally seemed to be reached. The horse thieves mounted their horses one after another, drew their knives, and urged their horses to rush towards this side.
Deng Ziming shouted in a trembling voice: "Quick, shoot the arrow."
However, the guys in the caravan have never learned archery at all. The first few horse thieves they shot to death were simply a blind cat encountering a dead mouse. Facing hundreds of high mobile targets, their hands holding the bows were shaking, let alone
Once the target is hit, even shooting the bow is difficult.
It was really over this time. Deng Ziming felt a drop of cold sweat running down the back of his neck. He sat down on the ground in one fell swoop. More than 30 people in the caravan all died in Kushuijing this time.
Just when his heart felt like death, he suddenly heard a passionate suona sound with a simple and lively tone, followed by the sound of horse hooves coming from the other direction. Deng Ziming jumped up and shouted: "Reinforcements are coming!"