451 slap in the face

Style: Historical Author: deep water salted fishWords: 1136Update Time: 24/01/12 12:26:42
After the first person quit, others soon chose to quit. After a while, there were only three people left on the field.

In addition to the warriors sent by the Ming Dynasty, there were only two sharpshooters arranged by Shah Jahan.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

As expected, the crossbowmen on Daming's side dragged the target again, and the two sharpshooters hit the target again.

"Aren't you going to admit defeat yet?" Shah Jahan glanced at the messenger next to him and said.

"The purpose of the crossbow is to suppress it from a distance. It can be shot from a hundred steps away by ten thousand people. Even an iron-clad army can shoot at a sieve within range. Is it necessary for you to compare accuracy with us now?"

Moreover, the bows held by the two remaining warriors in your hands are not ordinary bows. They must be treasured bows worth thousands of gold, and the two of you are also famous marksmen.

A treasured bow worth thousands of gold and a powerful crossbow worth 30 taels. Are two sharpshooters comparable to one of our soldiers? If we really want to compare, let’s just compare the highest range. "The messenger said disdainfully.

Those who can make it this far, haven’t they gone through rigorous training?

How could he not see Shah Jahan's little thoughts?

"Okay, let's wait until we finish the 100-step target and then compete to see who can shoot the farthest." Shah Jahan said.

Since it’s about missing muscles, it’s natural that Baibu Chuanyang cannot be missed.

"Wait a minute, let's change people." The messenger shouted.

"Go and get my treasured divine crossbow." The messenger said to the men on the side.

It's because I can't stand it. Such an arrogant messenger as Shah Jahan decided to teach them a lesson.

Soon his subordinates brought a brocade box. When he opened the box, a cold light flashed out.

"Good stuff." Shah Jahan couldn't help but said as he looked at the cold light of the other party's crossbow.

"The God-killing Crossbow was made by the top crossbow maker in the Ming Dynasty after three years of careful work. The crossbow is 2 feet wide, 3 feet long, and weighs 18 kilograms. The maximum range is 180 steps, and it can hit wherever you point within a hundred steps. .Can easily penetrate iron armor within 80 steps."

The messenger touched the crossbow in his hand and said.

The treasure crossbow in his hand is actually a deluxe version of the standard crossbow used by the imperial guards of the capital.

I originally brought this one here with the intention of giving it to Shah Jahan.

After all, since ancient times, the Han people have paid attention to courtesy, right?

But Shah Jahan's attitude was too annoying, so the treasured crossbow was kept.

Since the other party is being mean, he will naturally not spoil him.

After all, there is Daming standing behind him.

Moreover, under the current situation, Shah Jahan did not dare to risk the possibility of becoming a slave to the subjugation of his country to offend himself.

"Bao bow vs. Bao crossbow, this is only fair." The messenger said with a smile.

"Since you said so, let's give it a good try." Shah Jahan said with a frown.

"100 steps away, prepare to shoot." Following Shah Jahan's order, the three men shot the arrows in their hands.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

With three piercing sounds in the air. Soon three arrows went straight to the grass target on site.

In the blink of an eye, three arrows hit the target.

"Bring the straw target here," Shah Jahan ordered.

Soon, six big men, breathing heavily, brought the opponent's straw target over.

But even though these people were very careful, an arrow still fell from the target halfway.

After all, even if it is a treasure bow, its range is only about 100 steps. It could only barely stick into the target.

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