The Naadam Conference is a grand gathering of various Mongolian tribes.
In fact, three months ago, Harshha had already sent invitations to the Mongolian tribes in various places in the name of the Great Khan and decided to hold this Naadam Conference.
The reason why we did this three months ago was because the journey was too long, and some tribes moved frequently and did not have a fixed address. I had to ask and find...
At present, there are more than 50,000 people gathered here, which can be said to be crowded and lively.
Boljijin Kun Timur walked up to the high platform accompanied by Hashaha, followed by Mahamu, Baltupolo and other Wala nobles on the left, followed by Arutai, Malhaza, Yesuntai and others. On the right.
Judging from this scene, Harshiha is no longer satisfied with being a prime minister. He already thinks that he can be on an equal footing with the Great Khan.
Everyone didn't sigh or sigh much at this scene. Anyone with a normal mind knows that Kun Timur is just a puppet. He is not even as good as the dead bought Libala. He doesn't even have the right to be independent, not even his own. The tribe was also annexed by Hashiha.
The reason why he is still alive is just because Ha Shiha needs this arch.
On the high platform, there are three rows of seats, each with a sunshade tent.
Kun Timur and Ha Shiha were naturally sitting in the first row. The table in front of them was filled with fresh fruits, cantaloupe, watermelon, grapes, pears...as well as hand-caught mutton and fine wine.
In the second row were Mahamu, Arutai and other Wala and Tatar nobles, with a few lamas among them.
In the third row are some small tribal leaders from Oara and Tatar.
Kun Timur looked at the sun and asked Harshiha: "Prime Minister, can we start now?"
Hashiha nodded slightly as an answer.
Kun Timur looked at an old lama in the second row and said with a smile: "Then let Lama Zada preside over the Naadam Conference."
Zada was nearly fifty years old, with a dark complexion but bright eyes. He stood up and looked tall and thin. The saffron lama clothes on his body were a bit too big. He shook the prayer wheel in his hand and said: "I obey the order of the Great Khan." , not hard.”
Zada walked out, turned the prayer wheel a few times, and recited scriptures in a low voice. After a while, the originally noisy event gradually became calmer, the sounds gradually disappeared, tens of thousands of people stopped talking, and even the horses stopped talking. calm down.
"In the Naadam Conference, whoever comes out on top in the Three Arts will be named a Great Yuan Warrior. The Great Khan and the Prime Minister will be heavily rewarded. Please come out to the heroes who participate in the Three Arts."
Zada was so angry that his Dantian was filled with anger. He shouted loudly, and his voice could be heard far away.
At this time, the crowds on the east side and the east side separated, and strong and strong Mongolian men came either with horses or on foot with their chests exposed.
Zada looked at the two hundred people who came out, nodded slightly, took the silver bowl filled with fresh milk and the white hada from the hands of the people on the side, his expression became solemn, and with the movement of his Adam's apple, a congratulatory speech rang out: "The sound of the fiddler played melodiously and melodiously; the pure white hada sparkled; the traditional three-art competition of heroes continued one after another, and a whole team of Mongolian warriors took the stage..."
"You raised your mighty bow, equipped it with sharp golden arrows, and drew the bow like the full moon, snapping the buckles. You can shoot down the towering mountains, you can shoot through the flying geese, ah, I bless you. , a strong man like raw copper and wrought iron..."
After the congratulatory speech, countless people looked at the more than 200 people who were about to participate in the competition, looking forward to it and envious of it.
These people received blessings from the Lama, which will definitely make the game more exciting.
"In the first competition, three arrows are shot at the same distance. The winner is based on the number of bull's-eyes hit. If the number of hits is the same, the distance will determine the winner. It must not be less than a hundred steps! Let's get started."
Zada shouted.
As soon as the voice fell, people participating in wrestling and horse racing retreated aside, leaving only more than fifty warriors participating in riding and shooting.
There are sergeants who separate the crowd and set up shooting ranges, horse racing areas, tracks, etc.
In this gap, the warriors participating in the riding and archery did not mount their horses immediately, but stroked their horses and bows, and murmured: "Emma, what's the matter... All the gods of the sky and the earth, the noble Aobao protector God, you are so merciful and merciful, bless me to have a smooth competition and win the championship..."
This is a prayer to pray for God’s blessing and help.
Now that the prayer is over, let’s get on the horse.
Tamerlane the Completion was also among the crowd. He patted his horse and said with a smile: "Whether God is there or not is God's business. What we have to do is to impress God."
After finishing speaking, Timur stepped on the stirrup and flew onto the horse.
When he saw Timur, the finisher, Hashiha was obviously stunned. Although Mahamu was looking at the field, he would look at Hashiha from the corner of his eye from time to time. He saw Hashiha staring at a young boy with a surprised look on his face. , couldn't help but feel concerned, and asked Buluo Buluo on the side: "That young man is so cool, he doesn't look like the warrior who came a few days ago."
When Tupolo squinted his eyes, he saw that Tamerlane, the finisher, had already crossed the white-grey line of one hundred steps without slowing down at all. Judging from his appearance, he wanted to shoot an arrow at one hundred and fifty steps. He was just about to shoot. While Mahamu was talking, he suddenly saw Tamerlane the Completion directly crossing the gray line of one hundred and fifty steps. He couldn't help but be secretly surprised and said: "This young man is so brave."
Hitting the target in a hundred steps can always be achieved as long as one is skilled in bowing and horse-drawing and exercises diligently. Although it cannot be said that one shot will hit the target 100 times, it is still no problem to hit the target once in three times.
But one hundred and fifty steps is already very difficult.
Just look at the people participating in the competition and you can see that one hundred and fifty steps can be said to be a threshold. Of the fifty people, only thirty people crossed the one hundred and fifty steps, and the other twenty chose to stay one hundred steps away. Then he turned his horse's head and charged in the direction of the bull's eye. Before he was a hundred steps away from the gray line, he held the longbow in his hand, aimed at the bull's eye, and the arrow shot through the air.
Whoosh!
When the arrows are flying, those who hit the target will be happy; if they miss the target, they will not be depressed. They will turn the horse's head and continue. Everyone has his or her own target and archery track. Because it is on the grassland, the track is naturally wide and it does not appear chaotic when riding horses back and forth.
"Ah, who is that? He ran two hundred steps?"
"You don't know this? Those are Ang Qin, the young hero of the Torgut tribe, and his younger brother Aomuga. These two people can be said to be the leaders of the younger generation of the Torgut tribe."
Mahamu stared at Angqin and Aomuga, feeling somewhat regretful.
These two outstanding young men eventually became people that Harshiha valued, and it was unlikely that they would be loyal to him.
And the final result for such a person can only be death.
Kun Timur looked at the field and said to Arutai: "The two who rushed two hundred steps are the proud ones of Tatar, Lin Zhe and Ubatu, right?"
Arutai replied happily: "What a proud man from heaven, he just has some talent. I'm afraid he is not as good as the two brothers Angqin and Aomuga under the Prime Minister." Hashiha waved his hand and said: " Everyone knows that there are many sharpshooters in the Asut tribe. Brother Alu, please don't be polite, this lead must have been firmly in your hands."
Arutai did not dare to be arrogant and was just being polite when suddenly the whole stadium was filled with exclamations of surprise.
"Who is that? He actually ran two hundred and fifty steps?!"
Mahamu was also shocked.
At the moment, those who were between 100 and 150 steps on the field were gradually leaving the field, while among the remaining thirty people, 23 of them were staying between 200 and 250 steps. In the meantime, only seven people rushed out of the distance of 250 steps!
Among the seven, Lin Zhe and Ubatu from Tatar, Angqin and Aomuga from Wala were all expected, but the remaining three were unknown to everyone.
With a slight smile on his lips, Yesuntai looked at Timur's heroic appearance and couldn't help but feel a little envious, wondering why his tribe didn't have such a good seedling.
"Zhaolu, Zhaolu!"
Gesaren and Wutu shouted loudly outside the court.
Arutai squinted his eyes and glanced a few times, and couldn't help but ask Ma'er Hazan on the side: "Isn't that the Chahar tribe?"
Malhazan looked at the flag behind Gesaren, nodded, and said: "Yes, it seems that this small tribe has also produced a powerful person."
Arutai turned his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "This is an unexpected surprise."
After all, the Chahar tribe is still a Tatar tribe. As long as you step forward, it is easy to make this group of people attach themselves to the Asut tribe.
"Who is the other person?"
Arutai looked into the distance. The man was dressed in shabby linen clothes. Judging from his riding skills, he was extremely good. The fact that he could reach more than 250 steps showed that his archery skills were also extremely high.
"I don't know about this person, Mahamu. Is that person a hero of your tribe?"
Maerhaza looked at Mahamu.
There was a reason why he went to Mahamu directly. Although there was no actual evidence, it was rumored that Mahamu had an army of wolves in his hands, which were extremely ferocious and brutal. They were the ones howling in the mountains in winter.
In Wala, apart from the Erhut tribe of Hashha, the Choros tribe of Mahamu is the strongest, so it is normal for a powerful character to appear.
But Mahamu shook his head and said: "The four people in my department who participated in the competition are all within 250. I am ashamed, I am ashamed."
"Uh, who is the other person?"
Arutai was a little curious and looked at Hashiha. Could it be another trump card he had prepared?
But is this necessary for Ha Shiha?
And judging from his expression, it seemed that he didn't know it either.
Tamerlane, the Completion Master, slowed down and cast a few glances at him. Ubatu waved his hand and shouted, "What a young man, do you dare to take one step closer?"
Ubatu smiled and broke through the 300-step gray line. He immediately turned his horse's head and looked in front of him with a smile. Almost at the same time, several horses also broke through the 300-step line. After reining in their horses, they looked left and right. .
Tamerlane the Tamerlane patted his horse, and the horse walked forward unhurriedly. Facing him were six top horse-riding and archery geniuses. He clasped his fists and said, "My younger brother Tamerlane the Tamerlane, I am here to meet all of you eldest brothers today. "
As he spoke, the horse accelerated, rushed out of the three hundred paces line, turned the horse's head, stood side by side with the others, raised his hand, took off the long bow, and held it in his hand.
"Hey, God's Arm Bow? It seems you are an extraordinary person!"
Ang Qin raised his brows and couldn't help but take another look at Tamerlane.
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