After the deployment and settlement in the morning, the transferred sergeants found their accommodation and completed their team formation. The guards explained the basic commands.
Then all afternoon, these soldiers stood (riding) in military posture and watched Zhu Jinghong train his guards.
Of course, they didn't train all afternoon. Zhu Jinghong arranged for two breaks and chatted with some sergeants.
At this moment, it was the end of the third round of training, and Zhu Jinghong was organizing a competition and giving out a hundred taels as a reward.
The content of the competition is the most difficult form of horseback shooting, which cannot be accomplished without a little effort.
Therefore, even if we enter the age of firearms, cavalry is still a highly paid technical arm, and training is difficult and costly.
As far as Zhu Jinghong knew, with the current size of the Ming Dynasty, the total number of cavalry for the guards and the Beijing camp was 70,000.
Besides, in this competition, there was a one-hundred-tael prize, so the soldiers were very enthusiastic and used their best skills.
The top five with the best results all received rewards, and they were very grateful to Zhu Jinghong.
Although each person only received a dozen or twenty taels, it was equivalent to half a year's salary, which was indeed a heavy reward for ordinary soldiers.
When the enthusiasm at the scene was high, Hou Jing was heard shouting: "Thirteenth Master, aren't you also proficient in bow and horse, why don't you show your skills to everyone?"
At this time, Zhang Lin also shouted: "The Thirteenth Master is unparalleled in riding and shooting. Now we have all the bows and horses. Please let everyone see it!"
More and more guards were making noises, and even young military attachés from the guards were joining in, and the atmosphere became more and more lively.
"Lead the horse and hold the bow!" Zhu Jinghong said in a heroic tone.
Seeing that he was really going to show off his skills, the soldiers present were all looking forward to it. They had all heard that Zhu Jinghong was unparalleled in cavalry and archery, but they thought it was probably due to touting.
But when they saw Zhu Jinghong leaping onto his horse, the soldiers knew that he had great skills.
After receiving the standard war bow, Zhu Jinghong took the bow and rubbed it, then smiled and said: "This is too soft, take my hard bow!"
In fact, the walking bow used by the bodyguards and pro-army soldiers was already beyond the standard for use as a riding bow, but Zhu Jinghong thought it was not enough.
As long as he wasn't talking big words, from this point alone, the soldiers knew that he had real skills.
When they brought Zhu Jinghong's special hard bow, the audience was stunned just by looking at it. It was not easy for them to pull it apart, let alone shoot it.
Can Mr. Thirteen really be able to pull away?
As soon as the idea came to everyone's mind, they saw Zhu Jinghong draw the bowstring to full, which shocked their jaws.
"It seems that the rumors are true. The Thirteenth Master is really brave and unparalleled!"
This was the voice of most people at the scene. At this moment, they had thrown away their doubts and just wanted to see Zhu Jinghong's next heroic appearance.
When the archery targets were set up along the way, they saw people holding bows and riding horses and starting to move forward. However, the direction of their forward movement was a little strange, and they were getting further and further away from the archery targets.
Zhu Jinghong didn't stop until he was 60 meters parallel to the target, which was only 20 meters farther than the soldiers.
Immediately afterwards, Zhu Jinghong rode away farther away along the parallel line with the arrow target. This was to leave enough acceleration distance.
At this moment, the school grounds were extremely quiet. Everyone was staring at Zhu Jinghong, looking forward to his next performance.
"drive……"
When the distance was enough, Zhu Jinghong tightened the reins and stopped, then turned the horse's head and adjusted its direction.
With his legs clamped, the war horse was urged by Zhu Jinghong, and then began to accelerate.
The strong wind blew against his face, and Zhu Jinghong was in high spirits. He actually liked this feeling.
As we got closer, we could see him taking the arrow, stringing it, drawing the bow and releasing the arrow, all in one go, which was a joy to watch.
The most critical thing is that at such a fast speed and such a long distance, the arrow hit the bullseye extremely accurately.
The more eagle-eyed people discovered that the target had been shot through, and they shouted out in surprise.
"Master Thirteen is mighty!"
"Master Thirteen really deserves his reputation!"
At this moment, everyone at the scene was exclaiming as they watched Zhu Jinghong hit the target continuously, and the scene became more and more lively.
Outside the field, uninvited guests came at this moment, looking at the scene on the school field in admiration.
"The Thirteenth Master is unparalleled in cavalry and archery. I think there is no rival in the world. If nothing else...his archery speed is so fast that even the most talented person's arms cannot withstand it!"
The man who spoke was wearing a green-grey round-collared robe, with a turban on his head that was common among warriors. He was about fifty years old.
Just from his words and deeds, we can tell that he has a good background. Not surprisingly, he should be a general.
At this time, a rugged man behind him replied: "Sir, this is a born martial arts star, we mortals can't compare!"
"Yes... we are all mortals!" Wang Ziteng sighed.
That's right, the middle-aged and elderly man who came over after hearing the commotion is the third-rank mighty general, the commander-in-chief of the rear army and the chief military officer of the Xianwu Camp, and the first-rank son Wang Ziteng.
"Sir, why don't you go in and take a look?"
Wang Ziteng shook his head: "Forget it, this is a place for young people. An old man like me won't join in the fun!"
He just heard the noise and came over. Now that he understands what is going on, it is enough to satisfy his curiosity.
Following Wang Ziteng, he turned around and the rugged man asked in a low voice: "General, I heard that the Holy One intends to appoint you as the Commander-in-Chief of the Anxi Province and the Governor-General of the Northwest Military. Is this serious?"
Wang Ziteng was noncommittal and said slowly: "Stop guessing. The Holy One has the final say in everything. As ministers, just follow the orders!"
The rugged man smiled and said: "There is no smoke without fire. I think this is 80% correct. I would like to congratulate the general in advance!"
The situation faced by the Xingdu Division is more complicated, so the appointed Commander-in-Chief is one level higher than the local Commander-in-Chief, and like the Chief Military Officer of the Beijing Camp, he is concurrently held by the Commander-in-Chief.
The difference is that only military generals who have served as governors can have the opportunity to be promoted to governors, so this general will congratulate Wang Ziteng.
However, when he heard the congratulations, Wang Ziteng straightened his face and said coldly: "Don't mention this matter again. All major military and national affairs are handled by your Majesty. How can I make arrogant comments?"
This kind of high-level personnel appointment and dismissal would lead to accidents if the news leaked, so Wang Ziteng didn't want anyone to talk about it.
Seeing that Wang Ziteng was really angry, the rough man's face should have said that he was flattering the horse's hooves.
The two of them walked forward without saying a word, but Wang Ziteng sighed in his heart.
According to his military exploits and qualifications, normally he should have taken this step in the first two years, but because his family was married to the Jia family, the emperor always had doubts about him.
Now that a lot of trouble has happened in the Jia family, it may have a negative impact on him again, so Wang Ziteng doesn't have much hope in taking up his new post.
But he also knew that if he couldn't take this step this year, he would never have the chance to go further in this life.
As Wang Ziteng and Wang Ziteng walked away, Zhu Jinghong had finished shooting twelve arrows on the school field, and each arrow penetrated the bull's-eye, triggering a frenzy of cheers on the scene.
I have to say that the sergeants present were truly eye-opening, and at this moment they were praising Zhu Jinghong’s heroism from the bottom of their hearts.
Jumping off the horse, Zhu Jinghong threw the bow to Lu Yuxin, and left extremely calmly amidst the waves of admiration.
A real man never looks back at the crowd.
When he was about to sit down and announce that the training would continue, a young eunuch rushed over and told him that the Queen had summoned him.
This is really a strange thing, and Zhu Jinghong can't figure out the reason.
But the queen called him and he had to go, so he warned Hou Jing and others to organize training, and he rushed to the palace himself.
(End of chapter)
