In the blink of an eye, the streets were filled with soldiers. Dao Chen saw that they were wearing iron breastplates, gilded bronze helmets, and cloaks soaked in snow and water clinging to their backs. He had no time to count them, but there were at least a hundred. Riding, the one in the first row has dismounted, holding a long spear flatly, the sharp tip of the spear shining with cold light.
"Behind!" Suddenly Daochen heard someone shouting, and when he looked back, he saw that there were more soldiers who had cut off his retreat.
"Put down your weapons and get out of the way. This is Master Daochen, the right general!" the guard captain shouted loudly.
"Not anymore!" The soldiers in front made way for Onimuro Fukunobu, who jumped off his maroon horse and proudly raised his chin: "In other words, the former right general, as of now, he is just a criminal. !”
"Where is the decree? Where is His Majesty's decree to remove me from my official position?" Dao Chen said in a deep voice.
"The will?" Onimuro Fukunobu pulled out his sword: "This is the will. Those who don't want to die get out of the way and don't be buried with this old man!"
None of the guards escaped. They all drew their weapons, but the number was twenty to one hundred. The residents were hidden behind doors and windows, and no one intended to interfere. There is no one riding a horse on Daochen's side, but there are dozens of horses on the opposite side. The outcome is self-evident. Dao Chen tried his best to find a safer strategy: "If you pretend to kill me, His Highness will not let you go!"
"Hahaha!" Onimuro Fukunobu laughed: "If I kill you, I will annex your tribe. What can your Highness do to me? What's more, my sister already has his child in her belly. You understand Do you understand what I meant?"
"You traitor!" Dao Chen immediately understood the subtext of the other party. He pulled out his knife and said, "You have been pregnant with the idea of killing the Lord for a long time!"
Onimuro Fukunobu sneered disdainfully and said to the officer: "Don't let anyone live!"
"No—!" Dao Chen screamed, and enemies surrounded him from all directions. Dao Chen blocked a slash, stabbed one person down, and slashed at the ghostly cloak around him with his sword, but the cloak fell apart in front of him. The guard captain swung his sword and slashed, hitting a soldier in the face, making a tooth-wrenching click. The second man dodged away. For a moment he seemed to be rushing out, but the next second he was pierced by a spear. The guard captain staggered to his knees, and blood flowed from the wound. Daochen slipped and fell to the ground. He felt a sharp pain in his ankle and his mouth was filled with blood.
Daochen sat on the ground and saw his guards falling one by one. The enemy stood beside the fallen people. The sword rose and fell, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. He supported the ground with the scabbard and struggled to stand up, but a knight He rushed over, swung his knife suddenly, his head flew up, and blood splattered everywhere.
Zhou Liucheng.
Oni Shiyun sat on the chariot and watched the archery competition going on in the courtyard. The curtain of the Chengyu is made of raw silk and is extremely fine in workmanship. Through the curtain, she can watch the heroic figures of the archery athletes - if it was based on Oni Shiyun's original intention, she would prefer to lift the curtain, and she is now a Queen, it is no longer appropriate to show your face casually.
According to the custom of Baekje, the shooting field is about 120 paces long. Usually they shoot with two kinds of targets - a standing target of about 50 paces and a square target of about 100 paces. The former is a human-shaped target. The latter is a target about two meters long and one meter wide, lying flat on the ground. Obviously the former is used for horizontal shooting, while the latter is for projectile shooting. Oni Shiyun was not the only woman in the field - there were dozens of ladies sitting on the benches on both sides, laughing loudly and giving instructions to the athletes who were competing.
For the Baekje people, archery is a "national skill". Their ancestors, the Buyeo people, are famous for their good archery. The hundreds of years of continuous war on the peninsula have added a bit of romance to this skill. When Oni Shiyun was a girl, she had heard the names of sharpshooters from ballads, but now they suddenly appeared before her eyes, and each one looked more heroic than the last. The best among them are aristocratic young people from the Sha family, Yan family, Jian family, Jie family, Zhen family, Guo family, Mu family, and Pi family. They all wear deerskin tights with embroidered outer garments. Wearing brocade robes with their family's emblem, they hold bows and bows, waiting to be called upon to shoot arrows.
In addition, there were many people whom Gui Shiyun didn't recognize, wearing different colors, but none of them wore brocade robes. They stood a little further away, carefully adjusting their bows, preparing to compete. According to the tradition of the Baekje people, there is no hierarchy in the archery field. Even the Sanhan herdsmen have the right to compete with their masters.
The game has begun, and the first ones to take the stage are the aristocratic young men in rich costumes. Whenever they hit the target, the slaves next to the target will wave white flags and sing the names of their masters loudly, and the audience will also Then there were cheers and screams, especially these ladies, who forgot their usual reserve, waved their handkerchiefs to these handsome archers, and called their names. Oni Shiyun couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that the curtain blocked the view of others, otherwise her blushing face would have disgraced the queen.
Perhaps due to the wind direction, the archers performed well that day. After three rounds of shooting, there were still four people who were not eliminated. According to the rules that were popular at the time, each archer could shoot twelve arrows, six at a standing target 50 paces away, and six at a square target a hundred paces away. As long as one arrow missed the target, he would be eliminated. (This level of difficulty is actually very high. The length of the recurve bow competition in modern archery is only 70 meters, and one step is equal to one and a half meters, and the distance of the target is about the same. But the stability of the bow used in modern competitions, The accuracy is far better than the ancient archery bows; now the bow used for competition is a kind of sports equipment, and the draw weight generally does not exceed forty pounds, while in ancient times the archers used it as a murder weapon, and its draw weight was as low as seven buckets. , the converted pulling force is more than 70 pounds, and the difficulty is naturally higher.) And if the winner has not been decided after three rounds, then move the target further away, five steps at a time, and the person who persists to the end will be winner.
"Your Highness, who do you think will stay until the end!" Before Gui Shiyun could answer, the female companion gave her own choice: "It must be the man wearing the black hat. Look how handsome he is. ! If I could marry such a person, I would be willing to die!"
Oni Shiyun laughed, and she also saw the archer the maid chose. The young man was indeed extremely handsome. The towering black gauze hat just supported his fair skin, and his figure was as tall and tall as a green pine. But she saw more than her companion.
"That's the legitimate son of the Yan family. I'm afraid your family background is not worthy of you!"
