In battle, either a king bow or an arc bow is used. With such a bow, it can shoot through objects made of armor, leather, and leather [1]. Correspondingly, it requires a lot of strength. It is not a problem for him to pull it open on weekdays. After all, Wei Liao It's no joke to stare at him practicing all day long, but now he has an injury on his back, and stretching the bow with both hands will inevitably pull the injured area, causing excruciating pain.
Zhao Gao pursed his lips and said nothing. Obviously, it took too much effort to open the bow. I don't know whether it was because of physical weakness, pain, or both. There was already a thin layer of sweat on his body, so in order to maintain stability, he Don't dare to add any more extraneous problems.
This time he was not shooting at a close object. He was not in a hurry to shoot immediately. Before letting go, he glanced at the flag fluttering in the wind not far away. He looked at the wind direction and roughly estimated the wind strength. He had something in mind. After the number, adjust the deviation and elevation accordingly.
He performed a series of movements very inconspicuously and also very slowly. Many people on the side couldn't wait and asked him with a smile: "You should do it."
Zhao Gao was not affected and calmly finished everything before letting go calmly.
Then he heard the short, sharp, small and fast sound of a long arrow piercing the air.
The back force of the bowstring's rebound made Zhao Gao's jaw numb, and he was almost unable to hold it. He could only reluctantly adjust a suitable posture to reduce the damage caused by the back force.
After finally letting him finish, Zhao Zheng walked over without even looking at the target, took the bow from his hand and threw it aside. Ignoring the astonished people, he said in a deep voice, "He's carrying it on his back." It’s time to take care of the injury." Ignoring his objections, I used some Yin strength in my hands and pulled him back in large strides.
At the same time, the recruit Danzi clapped his hands in surprise and shouted to Zhao Gao: "Hit, hit! Still a red heart...huh? Injury...are you injured?" The recruit Danzi was originally very happy for him, but when he heard Zhao Zheng was obviously holding back his words until his face turned red.
In the Qin State, bravery flourished not only in the army, but also in the court. Not to mention the generals, among the civil servants, new officials often had to pass the shooting ceremony before taking office. Although everyone's level was uneven, no one was willing to accept it. Drop this technique. Even with these considerations in mind, Zhao Gao worked very hard to learn this in the past.
It's easy to hit a target that's close, but it's harder to hit a target that's far away. There are very few people in the army who are qualified to specialize in this. Some specific tasks require such talents, so they are often selected from among soldiers with high accuracy at close range. In the end, a small number of people are left to specialize in this. practise.
It's not that others can't reach Zhao Gao's level, but the division of labor in the army is clear, and the battle is chaotic. There is rarely enough time to aim. Once such a long distance is reached, more depends on the number of arrows. To suppress the enemy, most soldiers do not need to have this level at all.
When special circumstances require controlled precision point killing, only those who specialize in this technique can be used. In comparison, more of the princes and nobles used it for pastimes like hunting and were better at it.
When everyone was embarrassing him before, all they wanted was an answer. What did they mean by inserting a bitchy man among the old men? Obviously, he showed such a trick and everyone was mentally balanced.
But shocking news came one after another, and they now figured out that the girls were chirping because someone was injured, and what did they do? Add salt to other people's wounds!
Everyone knows how difficult it is to pull the king's bow, but... Now looking at Zhao Gao's thin back and empty steps, everyone feels inexplicable. When Zhao Zhengwei brushes him away without anger, he becomes even more submissive. Tie stopped trying to step forward to care about Zhao Gao. The tall and thick men were stunned on the spot, not even knowing where to put their hands and feet.
"It's not like he went into battle to kill the enemy and was wounded." Zhao Gao glanced at Zhao Zheng angrily and whispered helplessly. It means: This injury is not honorable. Isn’t it embarrassing for you to spread your words here?
Zhao Zheng didn't say anything, he only raised his slender sword eyebrows, and his handsome face immediately showed a look of surprise, meaning: It's really incredible, do you still feel embarrassed? The look in his eyes was "I really don't believe this evil". Looking at Zhao Gao, a monster like him, he was a little embarrassed. Zhao Zhengcai lazily looked away, took his wrist and continued to drag him back.
Zhao Gao let him pull him and couldn't recover for a while, so the movements of his legs naturally slowed down by half a beat.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Zheng thought that he was still hesitant to go back, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he stopped, leaned close to his ear, and asked evilly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Carry, Hold on, teacher, choose one?"
Looking at his narrow and slender eyes with a playful and confident look, and noticing that he even changed his title, Zhao Gao knew that if he persisted, with his tough temperament that was used to giving orders, he might come true no matter what. , two grown men were in front of a group of grown men, whether they were carrying or holding her, it didn’t look good.
Zhao Gao quickly surrendered and relaxed his body and let him pull him. He lowered his head and thought for a while and felt that this was not enough. He patted the back of his hand to comfort him: "Don't worry, it's really okay."
Zhao Zheng was unmoved, his face was so ugly that everyone around him shuddered, and he quickly made way for them, thinking in his heart: He must send this god far away as soon as possible.
After the two of them left, someone looked at their backs in a daze and muttered: "The relationship between their brothers is too good, right?"
"Little brat, what are you looking at? You are the one who started this thing. Think about how you can apologize to others later. We are all brothers. If someone is hurt, we will not let him go. Isn't this bullying?" The veteran slapped him. The breath was on the forehead of the new recruit Danzi who was in a state of confusion, with raised eyebrows and raised eyes.
The new recruit Danzi was anxious, and he held his forehead in aggrieved manner and explained: "I really didn't know he was injured, he didn't say anything, it's just you, do you know?"
What he said was indeed the truth. Zhao Gao's face was smeared with potion, which covered up his original pale complexion. There were still traces on his lips and spirit. However, despite this, he still straightened his back. , in this case, who can want to go there?
Hey, that's right. With his face looking so ugly, he must have been seriously injured. He was so patient when he drew the bow that no one could see it. On weekdays, brothers get injured in battles and come back crying and howling, just because they don't know. Although they are not really that afraid of pain, in this comparison, you can see how restrained they are...
After Zhao Gao returned, his injuries recurred, and after being examined by a military doctor, he lay down on the wooden board covered with quilts and fell asleep. In fact, his recurring injuries were not entirely due to drawing the bow. The main reason was that the army was temporarily unable to light fires at will, and it was impossible to boil medicine, so it was extremely inconvenient to take soup and medicine. He did not want to trouble anyone, so he simply stopped. I lost the internal medicine and only used the external medicine.
This look made Zhao Zheng extremely heartbroken. He knew that this would have to change on normal days, and with Zhao Gao's temperament, he couldn't torment him like this. But that day, Zhao Zheng took a fancy to Weng Zhong, a talented general, and wanted to know how his soldiers were living, so he proposed to come over and take a look.
However, Zhao Gao didn't say which disciple felt sorry for whom. In fact, he was afraid that the brothers who captured him would not know about it and their hands would lose importance. He had to come and see with his own eyes to feel relieved. After all, Zhao Gao has suffered repeated injuries, so he has to bear most of the responsibility, and he gets anxious just thinking about it.
When Yang Duanhe heard the news and rushed over with his soldiers on his back, he saw Zhao Zheng kneeling aside, holding a clean cloth in his hand to wipe the sweat from Zhao Gao's forehead.
He had known from early on that Zhao Zheng respected his teachers, and now that he saw with his own eyes that he was willing to do everything for his teachers, he felt a little moved, and he almost shouted "Blessings to Qin and blessings to all people".
"Your Majesty, what happened today..." Yang Duanhe was carefully choosing his words, but was interrupted by Zhao Zheng waving his hand.
In recent years, Yang Duan and his troops have never been defeated in battles, and he is also considered low-key. Zhao Zheng admires him quite a lot, so even if he is in a bad mood, he will sort out his emotions before facing him, and wait for someone to look at him. At that time, he didn't put on any expression: "It's okay."
"Those bastards, all of them are neither serious nor serious." Although Zhao Zheng said it was okay, after all, it was his people who caused the trouble. Yang Duanhe's face was dull and he could only curse. After a pause, he murmured again: "Why did Ling Cheng agree..."
Although the words were spoken in a low voice, they still caught Zhao Zheng's ears. Zhao Zheng glanced at Zhao Gao with a serious look before saying to Yang Duanhe: "He is afraid of hurting your face."
Yang Duanhe suddenly realized after he pointed it out: since the light-armored official camp was closer to the main tent, they were arranged here this time because of his own greetings.
Here are all elite soldiers with great military exploits, and there is no shortage of excellent crossbowmen and archers. If someone were to be a loser, not only would he, the left general, be in trouble, but even the discipline of the military camp would be easily shaken.
But Zhao Gao was thinking about more than that. He thought that those soldiers were all good men with great abilities, and he couldn't let a "waste" hurt everyone's feelings in vain. Out of admiration and respect, even if he felt aggrieved, he was still willing to solve the problem in such a simple way.
Zhao Zheng obviously didn't want to get entangled in this topic. Seeing the look of confusion on Yang Duanhe's face, he took the initiative to talk to him about something else: "Just let it go this time. I'll have enough wine and meat when I return to Qin. As long as the property comes from the Shaofu."
These days, Zhao Zheng ate and lived with the soldiers, and he felt the same way. His soldiers went out to fight and could not eat a decent hot meal, but he never heard anyone complain about this. He silently watched this. I keep it in my heart, so I say this now.
Yang Duanhe had lowered his head to think about something before, but now he suddenly raised his head when he heard what he said, and noticed that he was talking about the Shaofu, not anywhere else, or that the money used to reward the soldiers would be taken from his private treasury.
Trying to think back, Yang Duanhe found that he had never heard any high-sounding words from the king since he had been assisting him. He had always done things vigorously and resolutely, but even when he spoke, he did not bother to talk about falsehoods, at most a few words. , is enough to express whatever he wants.
Look at the Zhao State that is under our feet today. What kind of person is its leader, Zhao Wangqian? He ignored the fact that the whole country was suffering, but when he heard that refugees might be rioting somewhere, he quickly mobilized troops to garrison them.
It's not enough to build one palace after another. Some kind of platform must be built. How could Zhao survive with such a ridiculous king?
Now look at the man in front of him. He generously promised to provide funds from the Shaofu without using the treasury. This is the greatest sincerity shown by a king. Comparing the two, how can we not make people sigh? How can we not be proud of having such a king?
There were no false ones either. Yang Duanhe looked solemn and said firmly: "I will definitely live up to my destiny!"
