However, just as Zhang He was staring at the corpse of the Outer Mongolian scout on the ground, he suddenly heard a question from beside him.
"How about this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang He heard a very harsh sound breaking through the air, and then he turned to look at Zhao Ming.
He saw nothing but Zhao Ming looking up at the sky.
Seeing this, Zhang He couldn't help but look up, and saw a horned eagle about fifty meters above his head swooping down.
Fifty meters is actually quite a height, and this harpy eagle seems to have locked onto a hare in the distance.
However, in the next moment, a black shadow moved from bottom to top, as if it had predicted the diving distance of the horned eagle in advance. As the horned eagle flew to the designated area, the black shadow quickly penetrated it.
With a mournful cry, the horned eagle flapped its wings and tried to take off, but it could only hover and fall.
Zhang He's eyes widened little by little, and he raised his head because his open mouth could no longer be closed.
His eyes followed the direction of the horned eagle's fall, and until the horned eagle landed heavily on the ground more than ten meters away, he was still in a daze watching the figure of the horned eagle struggling to get up.
The arrow was not particularly accurate. The arrow almost missed the horned eagle's wings, but it still penetrated the end of the wing with great difficulty.
Even if it was the smallest penetration, the severe pain and sudden worsening of the side still prevented the horned eagle from taking off again.
"The Condor Shooter?!!!"
After a long time, Zhang He looked at Zhao Ming in horror, who was also confused.
Zhao Ming was also quite surprised. He had just seen the horned eagle start to dive, and his eyes subconsciously locked onto it.
In an instant, his mind began to judge the direction of the horned eagle's dive and the time when the arrow was shot. After a moment's judgment, the arrow came out of his hand.
"Haha, lucky! Lucky!" Zhao Ming smiled modestly, he was quite confused about this matter.
But he can be sure that even if his archery skills are not at the level of a vulture shooter, he is still the best among ordinary archery masters!
Fifty meters doesn't seem too high at first glance, but if you think back to the fifty-meter test in junior high school, you'll know how far it is.
If it doesn't work, just compare the floors, it's close to the 16th-17th floor.
Do you think this is enough if you have the skills?
But the fact is, even if it is only fifty meters high, it is almost impossible to shoot a vulture.
The hard bows used by the elites during the founding period of the previous dynasty could shoot at a distance of up to 600 meters, and had a certain lethality from 300 to 400 meters.
Even so, they can't guarantee that they can shoot the eagle, because the normal flight altitude of the eagle is hundreds or thousands of meters, and the golden eagle can fly thousands of meters above sea level.
When hunting, they are at their lowest posture, but also when they fly at their fastest.
When diving, the speed reaches 240-320 kilometers per hour, which is equivalent to shooting a sports car running at full speed, and this sports car is no bigger than a baby.
Because when this animal dives, its wings sometimes fold up, and its wings are as big as a flying cannonball.
This difficulty....
Moreover, the power of arrows has a decay process, if the height reaches 80 meters or even 100 meters.
Zhao Ming may have no problem shooting people with this arrow, but shooting an eagle is unrealistic, because the air flow caused by the eagle's rapid flight is very terrifying. Even if the arrow still has good lethality, it will still be disturbed by the air flow, and it will be difficult to hit. It's hard.
Zhao Ming wasn't quite sure how valuable this arrow was, but Zhang He felt a turmoil in his heart.
He knew very well that even if the so-called eagle shooter was Wang Beibei of the Maoming'an Department, his eagle shooting was still completed at a height of thirty meters.
Rao is now known as the number one warrior in the Inner Mongolia grassland. I don't know if there is anyone more powerful in Outer Mongolia.
But Zhao Ming can technically be called a Condor Shooter.
Even in the era when archers were on the decline, even if they could hit a stationary eagle dozens of meters away, they could still be called eagle shooters.
After all, things like Diao are very responsive and have first-rate dynamic vision.
The moment the arrow is shot, they will react.
"Sir Zhao, do you know that if your arrow is shown among those tribal herdsmen, believe it or not, everyone will kneel down and salute you, and call you Bat'er or Batur!"
Zhang He looked at Zhao Ming and sighed with emotion, and he couldn't help but express the highest praise in his life.
Hearing this, Zhao Ming was also shocked by Zhang He's praise.
Both Batulu and Battelle are the highest praises given to warriors by the prairie.
Needless to say, Batulu, the previous dynasties who could be so praised were all famous figures, including Kangxi.
As for Battle, he is also synonymous with warriors.
Both of these titles are incredible existences.
In this era, the grasslands still believe in the old ways, and kneeling down may be a high probability event.
"Master Zhang is overly praised. It was just a coincidence. I don't know if there will be a next time."
Zhao Ming shook his head. Indeed, he might not be able to make it happen again now.
First of all, there must be a sculpture that can cooperate, and secondly, the status must be online.
Just after the fight, the secretion of dopamine in the body has not stopped yet, and it is the time when the state is at its peak.
However, after shooting this arrow, Zhao Ming felt that his arm was quite sore.
This thing is really powerful. It is estimated that if you shoot a few arrows with the bow full, this hand will be useless today.
However, strength and endurance will become stronger with targeted training. Zhao Ming's body is still developing. I believe that after practicing for a few months, it will be easier to shoot with a bow.
I wanted to take the golden eagle away, but found that this guy still had extremely tenacious fighting power. If he came even slightly close to the bird's beak and claws, it would pierce it like an iron chisel.
Zhang He still had an idea. He made the rope into a simple lasso, swung it slightly to aim in the direction, threw it and pulled it, and the horned eagle's legs were quickly tied up.
First, he pulled the horned eagle up and carried it upside down, and then put a leather bag directly over his head.
With its head trapped, the horned eagle was very panicked at first, but it soon became calm after losing its vision.
"Hey! This is not a prairie eagle, it's actually a falcon!~"
Holding this in his hand, Zhang He let out a light sigh.
This is also called Falcon Sound in Mongolian language, and its alias is also called Haidongqing.
This thing has many names, and later generations’ scientific name was Gyrfalcon.
"Mr. Zhao, this is a good thing. This thing is either released or tamed. I don't want to eat it! This thing was called the God of Eagles in ancient times!
It is said that only one sea turtle will appear among 100,000 condors! "
Zhang He clicked his tongue, but Zhao Ming knew that there was only one bullshit in a hundred thousand. This thing did not come from the way of raising gu at all, but came from migration.
It sets sail from the Arctic Circle of Eurasia and finally arrives in the superior environment of Northeast China. It is indeed rare to see it here. It is not false to say that there is only one in 100,000.
"But Chief Zhao, it's best to let this thing fly. It's very difficult to tame it. Nowadays, it's rare to hear that someone can tame this thing. It's several times more difficult than taming an ordinary eagle. It eats rabbits more than birds. It's really well-deserved. of air supremacy.
However, once it can be tamed, there are many benefits. At least it can be ignored when faced with the exploration of the outer Mongolia, and the eagles they raise will become his food. "
Regarding Haidongqing, Zhang He's evaluation is very high.
This is normal. Anyone on the grassland will not have a low opinion of this thing. Simply put, trolls are too embarrassed to leave negative reviews.
It is an existence that is beyond the reach of many grassland people. How do you say that? What you don’t get is always in turmoil.
Before, because there was already a thin layer of snow in the sky and the wind and snow were heavier above, everyone thought it was just an ordinary prairie eagle covered by a layer of wind and snow.
"Take it back first. I'll try it when I have time."
Zhao Ming shook his head. He really wanted to tame this thing.
After touching so many corpses, he was already very familiar with the eagles. Especially since there happened to be a eagle keeper among these scouts.
As for where his sculpture is?
Zhao Ming raised his head and looked around, then looked around again, oh, I found it.
A prairie eagle whose size was obviously smaller than Hai Dongqing's was lying quietly in the direction Hai Dongqing came from, about a few hundred meters away. From a distance, only a small patch could be seen, but the bright red blood on it showed that, It's already dead.
Hanging Hai Dongqing on the horse, Zhao Ming and others then began to carry the corpses, pulling the horses of the Outer Mongolian scouts over, tying them with reins and carrying the brothers' corpses one by one.
As for the corpses of the Outer Mongolian scouts, everyone was too lazy to pay attention to them. After finishing these, everyone started to rush back with heavy steps.
This fight made Zhao Ming clearly understand the gap between the two sides.
It is undeniable that what we encounter this time may be tough.
But we have to admit that our own strength is far inferior to that of the other party.
It's not about the number of people, but the strength.
We are a country, but we are just some herdsmen.
What a country can use must be professional soldiers, all of whom are good off-duty soldiers.
As for myself, even if I am already good at it after a short period of training, my lower limit will never be lower no matter how low it is.
On the contrary, the opponent's upper limit is much higher, and they are all veterans who have been trained for a long time.
Returning to the camp, when they saw about twenty corpses, everyone couldn't help but feel that this winter seemed to have become colder ahead of schedule.
The families of these herdsmen have begun to cry. The mainstay of the family has died. This is more serious than the loss of a man in a Central Plains family.
However, Zhao Ming quickly stabilized everyone's mood.
“I know that the enemy we face this time is very powerful, and I also know that you are in pain.
I know you are scared, but I can understand this, and I have been scared too!
But Zhao Ming puts his words here today. I, Zhao Ming, can’t give you much, but I can make sure that none of you starve to death in the winter.
I can ensure that each of your brothers who follow me into battle will not have their families bullied in the future.
I don’t know what other tribes would do when faced with this situation, but now..."
As he spoke, Zhao Ming looked around and met a pair of eyes that were either confused, anxious, suspicious or puzzled.
Even in front of thousands of people, these eyes still have the power to penetrate people's hearts.
