Since Chen Chong and his entourage, the Baibo Army has become silent for the first time.
Han Xian originally thought that he had been friends with Chen Chong for many years and had fought together since the Xiongnu rebellion. He would definitely get support in his fight for power with Yang Feng. Unexpectedly, after Chen Chong arrived, not only did he not support him in holding Baibo, he also
It is planned to change all the Baibo troops and move them to the state capital.
This made Han Xian feel uncomfortable. Even when he was walking in the house, when he thought about this, Han Xian would feel a stinging pain for no reason, shooting from his cervical spine to his tailbone, making him stay in place and unable to move.
After pondering for a long time, he simply asked a few of his confidants for their thoughts.
One of his confidants first asked him: "How many soldiers do the general have?" Han Xian replied: "Those who have fought with me for a long time are still tens of thousands."
The confidant asked again: "How many soldiers are under Chen Shijun's command?" Han Xian thought for a moment and answered with difficulty: "Twenty thousand in Yanmen, 30,000 in Hedong, and 20,000 in Henan. In addition, there are Xiongnu for reinforcements. I heard Liu Zhengxi say, but also
Plan to raise another thirty thousand."
The confidant finally asked: "How is the general's talent compared to Liu and Chen?" Han Xian could only sigh: "The talent of the conqueror of the West is ten times that of mine, and the talent of the dragon's head is a hundred times of mine. I understand what you mean." p>
The rest of the people answered roughly the same. What's more, some people advised Han Xian that he could only control a few hundred miles now. If he waited for the expedition to the west to challenge Dong Gong with the state pastor, he would not be able to guard a state with his status, so why bother?
Why are you so stingy?
Everything he heard was unpleasant to his ears, which made Han Xian sulky in his room for two days. Seeing that the promised autumn harvest day had arrived, he was ready to accept his fate. How could life be perfect like this? Han Xian
I thought rather annoyed.
At this time, Yang Feng sent his own soldiers to ask him, saying that now is the time of summer and autumn, when everything is prosperous and there are many birds and beasts, it can be said to be a good time for hunting. Therefore, Yang Feng planned to bring some personal guards to Yinzi.
Mao Safari. Thinking that having fun alone is not as good as having fun together, he planned to invite Han Siam to go with him. I wonder what Han Siam would think?
Han Xian suddenly remembered what Yang Feng said on the snowy night: drinking in spring, admiring the stars in summer, hunting elk in autumn, warming up by the fire in winter, it was just as happy. Lao Yang was indeed a person who lived a good life! Thinking like this, he also wanted to change
Feel free to accept it.
The Yinzimao that Yang Feng mentioned is located twenty miles southwest of Sanchuan County, and is only ten miles away from Santangli when Chen Chong resigned from office and lived in seclusion. Among the undulating dry land dunes in Bingzhou, the Zouma River flows down from the high loess slopes.
Colliding with Yanshui, it formed a thin and winding swamp, like a beauty's slender eyebrows, covering the hills here with green that everyone admires, because it is gentle and moving in the earth-yellow hills.
Hence the name Yinzimao.
Under the Yinzimao, there are thick reeds and dense swamps. In the swamp, the grass is luxuriant, and all kinds of unknown wild flowers grow crazily. Waterbirds hide in the reeds to give birth to their children, and fly high and low across the water with splashing water.
Go; the field mice that steal eggs and the wild boars that like to dig at the mud are burrowing in the mud in their own way; as for the herds of elk, petal bison, and bison, they are here. They dip their legs in the water.
, while raising his ears alertly, he lowered his head carefully to lick the water and drink; this scene also attracted wild wolves looking for food, and even tigers in the mountains. It was truly a gathering of birds and beasts. p>
That afternoon, Han Xian came with his bodyguard and discovered that there was Hu Cai beside Yang Feng. It turned out that the only three remaining commanders of the Baibo Army were here. They looked at each other and smiled, and there were about twenty people in the group.
Start shooting.
They did not shoot around, but drove the prey that arrived in the swamp first to the flat ground, and then rode and shot them. Hu Cai immediately stood on the hillside and looked down. He saw the land covered with shallow grass slowly tilting towards the south.
Stretching into the reeds in the distance. The breeze blows, and the reeds are faintly visible. Large and small puddles are shining with golden sunlight. The puddles are dotted, and under the reeds, groups of wild deer are among them.
Suddenly appearing and disappearing. He saw two guards entering the reeds from a low wind place, leading their horses slowly, disappearing and appearing in the reeds.
When the wild deer drinking water suddenly raised its head, raised its ears, and looked around anxiously, the two of them stopped, held their breath, and remained motionless. This happened again and again. Suddenly, there seemed to be a wind blowing, and the leader of the deer stopped.
He raised his head alertly, looked uneasily into the reeds, sniffed his nose nervously, and puffed up his throat to make a deep cry.
On the shore, Yang Feng and Han Xian led the remaining guards and had been nervously waiting for the sound in the reeds. Suddenly they heard a sharp bone whistle in the swamp and saw countless birds rising into the sky from the deepest part of the reeds. There was a huge burst.
In the hustle and bustle, water splashed everywhere, but I saw a majestic stag in front, and countless wild deer behind, suddenly rushed out from the reeds, stepped on the water, and ran along the shore. The hunters hurriedly
They whipped their horses and galloped after them. They took out arrows from their quivers and shot at the deer with their bows.
Yang Feng chased at the front. He took out an arrow from his quiver with his left hand, hooked the string to the bow, and slowly pulled out the hyperbolic long bow used on the horse until the hyperbolic horn bow formed a sharp point.
Arc-shaped, bulging forward, the two ends of the bow angle are almost together.
Han Xian was behind him and couldn't help but secretly cheer. He thought, this is a strong bow with two stones. It takes a lot of arm strength to draw it to the extreme. Lao Yang's riding and archery skills can be said to be getting more and more exquisite, and he has a good foundation.
The wind is blowing. Looking at the arrow Yang Feng strung, it is not the hunting arrow commonly used for hunting. Ordinary hunting arrows have a wider arrowhead, very much like a small shovel, which can easily cut off the flesh and blood of prey. But the arrow used by Yang Feng
The arrow is painted black all over, and the arrow tip is sharp and long. It is clearly an armor-piercing arrow used to break armor!
Han Xian couldn't help but scream inwardly. He thought to himself: Lao Yang actually used armor-piercing arrows. I can't believe that my hunting today will be far behind him.
Let's say that Yang Feng was aiming at a very fast buck. The deer was galloping beside him, its hooves flying as if it were about to take off into the air. Its limbs and body were almost in a straight line. Yang Feng held the horse's belly firmly, and his upper body was slightly forward.
Tilt, aim at the fat white belly of the buck and let go of the arrow. The armor-piercing arrow passes through the air full of light, shadow and dust, silently and silently penetrates into the buck's plump white belly, and penetrates from the other end, shooting a little scarlet red.
The remnants of his internal organs fell into the dust. Before the buck could even grunt, he fell headlong onto the grassland covered with wild flowers.
Han Xian screamed in his heart, but he didn't want to fall behind. If he couldn't catch up with the number of prey, he planned to win based on the majesty of the prey. So he focused on the leader of the male deer at the front. He was mighty and powerful, and he was different from others.
At this time, all four hooves were flying and he ran up the mountain with all his strength. Han Siam followed closely behind him on horseback. He was not in a hurry. He estimated that he was in the right position. He stabilized his galloping mount and took down the two-stone hunting bow with his right hand.
, his left hand pulled out a shovel-head hunting arrow from the quiver on the back of the saddle.
He had some intention of showing off his skills, so he aimed at the slender neck of the leader of the stag. When it passed through a narrow passage and was under two rocks, Han Xian let go of the arrow. He thought he would hit it.
, who would have expected that the deer paused for two steps, causing his preset arrow to be nailed in front, and he lost his hand.
Han Xian was greatly surprised. At this time, another knight chased him, and he was obviously eyeing the leader of the stag. Han Xian kindly reminded him: "Be careful, this deer is very cunning!" But the knight shook his head and said with a smile.
: "It doesn't matter."
He bowed down and placed his upper body at the same level as the Prime Minister on horseback. The three-stone bow in his hand was quietly drawn to full capacity. The arrows on the bowstring were also novel, in the shape of an inverted triangle. It was wider at the front and narrower at the back. It was a few inches wider than the ordinary hunting bow.
The arrow was much wider, and his whole body seemed to be close to the horse's neck, completely avoiding the sight of the buck, and the arrow was shot from a blind angle.
The arrow quickly caught up with the prey, hitting one of his hind legs like a shovel. Suddenly, a tragic cry rushed up to the sky, and the hind legs of the leader of the stag, which were strong and powerful just now, were suddenly cut off.
! The majestic body was unsteady and fell on the grassy slope like a mountain. Looking for this mournful cry, the people behind chased after them. They saw the strong man get off his horse and hug the equally strong male.
The deer rolled a few times among the weeds and rocks. Finally, they saw the antlers, which were as thick as tree branches, swing violently a few times, and then hung down feebly.
"Good archery skills!" Han Xian dismounted and sincerely praised the knight: "In terms of riding and archery skills, I am not as good as you!"
The knight let go of the prey and turned back with a gasp. It was obvious that it was not easy to hold down the deer. He returned the greeting to Han Xian and said humbly: "That's because Guo Shuai wanted to show his skill by flying flowers through willows, otherwise it would not be his turn to draw his bow.
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Only then did Han Xian realize that he did not recognize this strong man. But this strong man seemed to be in his forties. His body was as majestic as a giant tree, his eyes were as sharp as the winter wind, his hands were strong as if he had divine power, and there was a centipede-like scar between his left arm.
, Han Xian not only marveled secretly. This man was obviously Yang Feng or Hu Cai's guard. He stepped forward and asked with a smile: "Which film are you from? I don't even know!"
"I'm Yang Shuai's new recruit. It's my first time to go hunting with Yang Shuai, which made Han Shuai laugh."
It turned out to be Yang Feng's new recruit. Han Xian turned around and looked at Yang Feng. He was leading his horse slowly over. Han Xian put his arm around his shoulder and joked: "Old Yang, Old Yang, you have another one under your command."
Tiger, where did you get it?"
Unexpectedly, Yang Feng looked calm, but his words were shocking: "That's an angel joking with you. How can I have such a noble person under my command?"
After saying that, Han Xian's expression suddenly changed: "Angel? Where did the angel come from?"
"Of course he is a messenger from the imperial court. This hunting trip was also proposed by an angel, who said he would like to talk with a few of us."
Hu Cai listened for a moment and then turned to ask the warrior: "I wonder what the angel is called? What do you want to talk about?"
The strong man plucked the bow string twice and laughed in a low voice: "How dare you call me an angel? I am just a lackey of the Grand Master." He fluently spoke, adjusted his clothes, and then introduced himself to everyone: "I am Wu Might Zhang Ji.
The newly appointed Beizhong Lang General has been ordered by the Grand Master to find a way out for your army!"