Since Chen Chong and his entourage, the Baibo Army has become silent for the first time.
Han Xian originally thought that he and Chen Chong had been friends 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's talisman, he also planned to change all Baibo's troops and even bring them under the state capital.
This makes Han Siam feel uncomfortable eating. Just when he was walking in the house, when he thought about this, Han Xian would feel a stinging pain for no apparent reason, shooting from his cervical vertebrae to his tailbone, making him stop where he was and unable to move.
After pondering for a long time, he simply asked a few of his confidants what they thought.
One of his confidants first asked him: "How many soldiers do the general have?" Han Xian replied: "Thousands of those who have fought with me for a long time are still alive."
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 Huns for reinforcements. I heard Liu Zhengxi say, but also We 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 as good as mine, and the talent of the dragon head is a hundred times as good as mine. I understand what you mean."
The rest of the people answered in the same way. 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 his status, he would not be able to guard a state, so why bother? 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. With life like this, how can it be perfect? Han Xian thought rather annoyed.
At this time, Yang Feng sent his 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 take some personal guards to go hunting in Yinzimao. Thinking that happiness alone is not as good as happiness among everyone, 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 the spring, admiring the stars in the summer, hunting elk in the autumn, and warming up by the fire in the winter. It was just as happy. Lao Yang is indeed a person who lives his life! With this thought in mind, he also wanted to change his mood, so he immediately agreed.
The Yinzimao mentioned by Yang Feng is twenty miles southwest of Sanchuan County, and only ten miles away from Santangli where Chen Chong resigned and lived in seclusion. In the undulating dry land sand dunes of Bingzhou, the Zouma River flowing down from the high loess slope collided with the Yan River, forming a thin and winding swamp, like a beauty's thin eyebrows, covering the hills here. The green that everyone admires is named Yinzimao because it is gentle and moving in the earth-yellow mountains.
Under Yinzimao, there are thick reeds and dense swamps. There are abundant grasses in the swamp, and all kinds of unknown wild flowers grow crazily. Waterbirds hide in the reeds to give birth to their young, and fly high and low across the water with splashes of water; the field mice that steal eggs and the wild boars that like to dig up the mud are burrowing in the mud in various places; as for groups of Elk, petal bison, and bison are all found here. They dipped their legs in the water, raised their ears alertly, and carefully lowered their heads to lick the water to drink. This scene also attracted wild wolves and even tigers in the mountains who came looking for food. It can be described as a gathering of birds and a gathering of all beasts. …
That afternoon, Han Xian came with his bodyguard, only to find 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 a group of about twenty people started 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 that the land covered with shallow grass slowly sloped to the south and extended into the reed marshes in the distance. The breeze blew, and the faint puddles of various sizes among the reeds shone with golden sunlight. The puddles are dotted, and under the reeds, groups of wild deer appear and disappear in them. 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, pricked up 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 breeze blowing. The leader of the stag raised his head alertly, looked uneasily into the reeds, and sniffed nervously. It blows its throat and makes a low cry.
On the shore, Yang Feng and Han Xian, leading the remaining guards, had been nervously waiting for the sound in the reeds. Suddenly, I heard a sharp bone whistle in the swamp, and saw countless birds rising into the sky from the deepest reeds. There was a huge noise and water splashed everywhere, but I saw a majestic stag in front and countless wild deer behind. Suddenly they rushed out from the reeds, stepped on the water and came ashore, and galloped along the shore. The hunters quickly whipped their horses and chased 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. Curved, convex 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 two-stone bow, and it takes a lot of arm strength to pull it to the extreme. Lao Yang's riding and shooting skills are becoming more and more exquisite, and he has the style of cultivating Youji. And looking at the arrow Yang Feng strung, it was not the hunting arrow commonly used for hunting. Ordinary hunting arrows have a wider arrowhead, much like a small shovel, which can easily cut off the flesh and blood of prey. But the arrow Yang Feng used was painted black all over, and the tip of the arrow was sharp and long. It was clearly an armor-piercing arrow used to break armor!
Gu Hanxian 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 male deer. The deer was galloping beside him, its hooves flying as if it was about to take off into the air, and its limbs and body were almost in a straight line. Yang Feng held the horse's belly firmly, leaned his upper body slightly forward, aimed at the fat and white belly of the buck, and released the arrow. The armor-piercing arrow passed briskly through the air filled with light, shadow and dust, and silently penetrated into the buck's bulging white belly. It penetrated from the other end and pushed a little scarlet viscera remnant into the dust. The buck didn't have time to grunt before he fell headlong into a meadow full of 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. At this time, his hooves flew and he ran towards the mountain with all his strength. Han Siam followed closely behind on horseback. He took his time and thought that he was in the right position. He stabilized his galloping mount, took out the two-stone hunting bow with his right hand, and pulled out a shovel-head hunting arrow from the quiver on the back of the saddle with his left hand. …
With some intention of showing off his skills, 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 up, obviously also 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 smiled: "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 arrow on the bowstring was 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 and hit one of his hind legs like a shovel. Suddenly, a tragic wail 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 unstable and fell on the grassy slope like a mountain. Looking for this mournful swan, the people behind chased them on horseback. They saw the strong man dismounting from his horse, hugging the equally strong buck, and rolling several times among the grass and rocks. Finally, they saw the antlers, as thick as branches, swing violently a few times, and then hang 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 off his skills, otherwise he wouldn't be able to draw his bow. "
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, which made Han Xian secretly marvel. This man was obviously a guard of Yang Feng or Hu Cai. He stepped forward and asked with a smile: "Which department are you from? I don't even know!"
"This is Yang Shuai's new recruit. It's the first time I go hunting with Yang Shuai, and it makes Han Shuai laugh."
It turned out to be Yang Feng's new recruit. Han Xian turned around and looked at Yang Feng. He was walking slowly with his horse. Han Xian put his arm around his shoulder and joked: "Old Yang, Old Yang, you have one more soldier." 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 strong man: "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'm just a lackey of the Grand Master." He followed the words a little, adjusted his clothes, and then introduced himself to everyone: "I am Wu Might Zhang Ji. The new General Beizhonglang, under the orders of the Grand Master, is here to find a way out for your army!"
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