The Turkic ambassador Bagatul died just like that, with his head still at the feet of Jin Rui, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites. A group of officials from the Ministry of Rites resisted their physical discomfort and turned their heads away, vomiting.
There were still fanatical voices in the gymnasium, and these voices were echoed by Ma Rulong and the heroes of the infantry battle.
On the yellow sand, blood spilled all over the ground, countless corpses turned red, and their bodies were covered with blood.
These are the people who just clamored to break through the city gate and invade the gate.
The arrogant words were first released, but before the sound fell, they were already corpses.
Inside the container, Lao Ba's face flushed with excitement: "What is it? What is it? How much does it cost? Can it be distributed to the border troops?"
King Yan also put aside his nonsense and danced excitedly: "It's hard, it's very hard, it's enough to be used as a foot soldier, and you can use your foot against a horse."
"Not bad!" Lao Ba is an expert: "You can just carry it on your back and use it in battle formations. If the cavalry attacks, if you support it with a wooden stick, the horse will be seriously injured and fall to the ground."
"Even if this thing falls on the ground, the horse's hooves will be hurt if it touches it. This thing is a sharp weapon against a horse!"
Both of them are experts, and they are so excited that they forget everything they say.
Zhou Yan curled his lips.
Why are you so excited? This thing is specially made for martial arts and cannot be produced in large quantities. In the words of my mentor, the price/performance ratio is too low and it is unnecessary.
However, Zhou Yan didn't remind him. After all, his father was concerned about his family property just now, and he didn't want to pour cold water on it.
The two of them were stunned before they were finished being excited.
Because a large number of Jingwei came in, they held wooden targets and stuck them on the yellow sand, and then dragged the bodies away.
"The infantry battle hasn't ended yet, why is it starting to be a competition of archery skills so soon?"
Lao Ba was confused and no one answered. Wen Wu hurriedly left to find someone to ask.
Before Wenwu came back, Feng Bai came out with his people.
There were also fifty people. Except for Feng Bai and Qi Tong, the other forty-eight people were all carrying large wooden barrels.
Feng Bai held the long bow and Qi Tong held the quiver.
Qi Shuping, who was on the field, shouted excitedly: "My son, it's my son, my son, my own son, and the proud disciple of Commander Han. Look, that's my son!"
The group of courtiers were speechless. Those who knew clearly understood that Qi Shuping was talking about Qi Tong, while those who didn't knew thought that this old guy deserved to be Feng Bai.
At least the young prince is still carrying a bow, while Qi Tong is just holding on to several quivers, like a follower.
But then I thought about it, being able to hold a quiver for the young prince and being Han You's "favorite disciple" was indeed enviable to others.
Twelve sets of wooden targets were set up, and the Goguryeo eagle shooter also appeared with a group of shooters.
At this time Wenwu also asked what was going on and ran back to the "container" to give a rough explanation.
Han You changed the order of appearances and events, saying it was to shock Xiao Xiao, but did not explain specifically what happened.
In fact, Wenwu didn't see Han You at all, but only saw Lu Baichuan. Lu Baichuan didn't understand what was going on, so he told Wenwu based on his own understanding of the situation.
According to the normal process, the step battle will take a long time, and all missions will have to participate. Just like the promotion match, it may not be completed in one day.
In addition, even if there is a shooting competition in advance, it will not be fifty people on one side, but at least eight people and at most twenty-four people.
Drawing a bow and shooting an arrow is a strenuous job. Looking at the world, no one dares to say that they can continue to fire dozens of arrows without taking a break, so martial arts performances are done in shifts.
There are at most twenty-four people, and Feng Bai's side has fifty people. The people who are doing this are inexplicable, which also leads to fifty people from Goguryeo's side.
Just when everyone was confused, most of Feng Bai's people left, leaving only eight people.
Everyone finally understood that the people who came out just now were there to put the barrels down. They put the barrels down and pushed them over and left.
The group of Goguryeo archers made a big fuss. In this kind of thing, there must be an advantage in numbers. Just when he was about to withdraw the extra people, Qi Tong put down his quiver and moved.
After adjusting the angles of the things that looked like wooden barrels but were definitely not wooden barrels, he nodded to Feng Bai.
An official from the Ministry of Rites came over and asked what it meant. Everyone was confused.
"Tell them that I want them to open their eyes. After they open their eyes, they will shoot. If they dare not shoot, I will shoot again."
The officials of the Ministry of Rites were even more confused. Knowing that the group of people following Han You would not bother to explain to them, they could only run over and pass on the message.
The people on the other side of Goguryeo were also confused and asked questions. The officials of the Ministry of Rites couldn't explain the reason and simply ran away.
The whip is blown, the drum is beaten, and then it’s time to shoot the target.
Qi Tong had just finished adjusting the four wooden barrels and looked at Feng Bai: "Brother Feng, come on."
"You just come, brother, I just shoot the target, remember to save one."
"Brother Feng should be the one to handle this... this kind of scene."
"Oh, Shao Yin said that when we go to the East China Sea, you brothers must have the right to lead the army. How can Shao Yin ask for military symbols for you without showing your face?"
Qi Tong's eyes began to turn red again. Since following Han You, his tear ducts have become particularly strong.
Arriving in front of the first wooden barrel, Qi Tong took a deep breath and then slammed the hammer.
With a "buzz" sound, the front of the barrel exploded.
There was a "buzz" sound, and everyone in the gymnasium almost exploded.
Everyone's head is buzzing because the wooden target is gone!
At that moment, it was as if locusts were passing by, but there was a flash of hallucination. If the wooden target hadn't been smashed to pieces, everyone would have thought that they were hallucinating.
The stone wall behind the wooden target was densely covered with short arrows. The arrows shot into the wall and all the arrowheads were lost.
From the direction of the barrel to the wooden target, there is a distance of fifty steps, and from the wooden target to the wall, there is a distance of seventy-five feet.
There was a "crash", and before anyone could understand what was going on, Qi Tong lit another barrel.
Yes, it was lit, and the front of the barrel ignited with flames. After Qi Tong smashed the hammer for the second time, everyone could see it more clearly this time.
The short arrows like a rain of fire shattered the wooden target again, and were also inserted into the wall, burning.
Immediately afterwards, Qi Tong got out of control and hit the hammer with a leisurely pace.
Common short arrows, fire arrows, hook arrows, city-climbing locks, large ones, small ones, connected with iron chains.
This is the effect Han You wants. What is the competition in archery skills? It is to let everyone know the current development process of Dazhou's arms industry!
One wooden target after another was shattered, leaving only a bare wooden stick, and all the others were burned by the fire arrows soaked in kerosene.
Jiang Zhui came off the stage again. I don't know what the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette exchanged, but the guards next to him started shouting at the top of their lungs.
"The barrel arrows are made of iron inside, shaped like a long pillar, with a big top and a small bottom..."
"There is a second floor with sword-mounted grids inside, a door on the side, and a movable cover on top..."
"It can contain twelve to thirty-two gold, fire, iron, and sword arrows, each inserted into one space..."
"Tie the medicine tube, the tube is two inches long..."
"In addition to being carried by people in combat, arrow barrels are also often carried on vehicles. Each vehicle can hold more than ten barrels..."
"There are also large barrels. The arrows in the older ones are more than four feet long, while the short ones are less than one foot. Each barrel contains hundreds to several arrows..."
"The shooting range is usually two to three hundred paces. It is made of bamboo slender woven into a simple basket, with a big mouth and a small tail. It is made of paper and oil-brushed, and the interior is woven with horizontal and vertical patterns..."
As soon as the imperial guards and Jingwei in the field shouted, the nearby Jingwei didn't know what they meant, so they subconsciously followed suit, and then the sound of "commentary" resounded throughout the stadium.
The old man in the container went crazy and yelled: "Go civil and military, stop their mouths, no, chop their mouths off, go, go, go!"
"Ri Nen Niang!" King Yan Feng Wenyan roared angrily: "Where's the knife? Where's my knife? These bastard idiots, I'm going to kill them, kill them alive!"
"Mr. Wen, please wait."
Zhou Yan suddenly spoke and said with a smile: "Teacher, can you tell the world how to make this thing? Father, His Highness King Yan, and Eunuch Wen, don't you think it's strange?"
Sikong Zhao blurted out: "There is something even sharper!"
Concubine De was extremely speechless. Both Lao Ba and King Yan were not as good as other girls.
Not only them, the generals of the Ministry of War also started to curse.
But Sikong Zhao was not the only one who was smart. Big boss Huang, the bosses from the three provinces, and even a few veterans all reacted and yelled at everyone to shut up.
Looking at the field, Feng Bai happily shouted to a group of stunned Goguryeo eagle shooters: "It's your turn. There is only one target left. Shoot quickly. After shooting, I will shoot and let's see who hits the most arrows."
A group of Goguryeo archers shook their heads like rattles.
This is a hammer shot. Even if you win, what can you do?
On the battlefield, there are thousands of people, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people fighting hard. How many people can a skilled shooter kill?
Look at that strange-shaped wooden barrel again. With a slight smash, dozens of arrows of various lengths and shorts can be shot out. They are fast, far and accurate. Thinking about it makes your scalp numb. Dozens of people can shoot out. Standing together in a heap, within a hundred feet, everyone is either dead or injured.
One wooden barrel has so much power, but what about dozens, hundreds, or thousands?
"If you don't cum, I will be embarrassed."
After finishing speaking, Feng Bai suddenly shot an arrow towards the ground and then slapped his forehead.
"Yeah, the shot missed. Didn't I lose?"
After finishing speaking, Feng Bai pointed to more than twenty unused wooden barrels: "The arrows have no eyes. If I still fail to shoot, I can use those wooden barrels to shoot."
The shooters suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. If this thing was aimed at them, would they still have a way to survive? Not even the whole body would be left alive.
Feng Bai urged: "Hurry up, it's your turn, shoot."
The condor shooters all gnashed their teeth. Isn't this too much bullying?
The furious eagle shooters broke their long bows, which were more valuable than their own wives, without saying a word, and then sneered again and again.
My bow was destroyed by me, so you can't win this.
Feng Bai laughed loudly, picked up the quiver on the ground, then came to the last wooden target, and patiently stuck long arrows on it.
After the last long arrow was pierced, Feng Bai bowed his hands to the eagle shooters: "I accept."
A group of condor shooters were as disgusted as if they had eaten flies alive, and they spoke in half-baked Chinese through gritted teeth.
"The warrior is good at archery. I admire him and wear his damn clothes!"
Ma Rulong and others had already left the field. Jiang Chai ran off the field.
