Looking closely, the arrow had penetrated deeply into the tiger's neck, bringing out a cloud of blood and sprinkling it on the grass and trees. A violent roar suddenly erupted in the forest, making everyone's ears ring.
But during the breath, someone opened his eyes and shouted: "It found us!"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Zheng reacted faster and shouted: "Neck!" Without giving the tiger a chance to adjust, he took out a spear from a nearby soldier, held it in his hand, and rushed over to avoid its random counterattack, and then struck again neatly. Make up for it.
The tiger looked up to the sky and roared once again. The sound was as loud as a bell ringing through the sky, with endless anger and sadness. It was unreasonably frightening to listen to the ears.
But we were all good soldiers. We woke up from a dream and already knew Zhao Zhengrang’s intention of bringing the spear, so the two soldiers who were closest rushed forward and stabbed hard at the neck with all their strength. Blood splattered everywhere.
The tiger kicked his front paws to lift his legs off the ground, exposing his bones and bloody neck. He glared at them angrily. When his legs landed on the ground again, he suddenly became even more manic and assumed an attacking posture.
This is a fight between trapped beasts, desperate and fierce.
Seeing that the situation was not right, Zhao Zheng shouted: "Let go!"
But it was too late. There was a soldier who was bent on pulling out the spear from the tiger's neck. He was a step too late and was immediately thrown to the ground. As soon as he fell to the ground, the tiger pounced on him desperately with red eyes.
Zhao Zheng's eyes flashed sharply, he took out the sword from his waist with one hand, and took out the dagger from his sleeve with the other hand. He ran over in three or two steps to grab the moment before it pounced, and put the dagger in the male tiger's mouth. At the same time, the other hand struck out. He stabbed the sword through its wide open mouth and penetrated its head from bottom to top.
The spurted blood immediately splashed all over him, and his hands were all sticky, but he couldn't care about it. He decisively let go of the sword and dagger, took advantage of the situation and raised his hand to lock its two forepaws, and exerted force instantly. There was only a muffled sound, and the male tiger was knocked to the ground.
Seeing this, everyone cooperated with one person to hold down one spot and quickly tied it with a rope to help him lower the tiger.
The tiger's last scream was forced back into his throat with a domineering and clean blow from his sword, and there was no chance for it to be heard again.
"No, no, no, thank you, little brother, for taking a rest. Let's do all the rough work!" Zhao Zheng originally wanted to share part of the weight for others, and planned to carry the male tiger back on his shoulders, but he was stopped by someone.
Finding that everyone was looking at him strangely, Zhao Zheng coldly frowned and asked, "What does this mean?"
A young soldier pushed him aside with a flattering look on his face and said, "How can I let little brother Xie do this kind of backbreaking work? The brothers will take care of it." After he said this, everyone nodded in unison.
In this way, Zhao Zheng relaxed his expression, lazily but carefully wiped the blood on the dagger over and over again, and let them work up and down without saying anything. When everyone was done with the work, he signaled with his eyes to the sharp warriors who were following. After cleaning the battlefield, he walked back.
A group of people carried the tiger and hugged Zhao Zheng back to the military camp. Someone couldn't help but came back to report it before, so many people heard about it and came over. The formation that greeted them was a bit scary.
As soon as they appeared, everyone immediately gathered around, wanting to see what the tiger looked like.
Zhao Zheng took the opportunity to say, "The skin can be peeled off, and I will take care of the rest when I come back." Then he walked out calmly. By the time everyone reacted, he had disappeared.
This time he didn't have to go looking for Yang Duanhe. Yang Duanhe came to find him not far away. Seeing that he was covered in blood, Yang Duanhe's expression changed drastically.
Zhao Zheng was too lazy to say anything more, so he asked him for a bucket of cold water and clean clothes, took a bath in the military tent arranged by him, and only dared to put on his clothes and see Zhao Gao after he was sure that he no longer smelled fishy. .
At this time, Weng Zhong was still guarding Zhao Gao's tent. Zhao Zheng rarely gave him a good look and threw the things in his hands to him and said "Thank you".
Weng Zhong saw something white coming towards him in an arc, and subconsciously raised his hand to catch it. He opened his palm and found that it was a fang. After taking a closer look, he asked with surprise and uncertainty: "Is it a tiger tooth?"
At this time, Zhao Zhengzheng and Zhao Gao looked at each other. Hearing this, they turned around and raised their chins proudly, meaning: That's still fake.
"You...you really went to hunt tigers?" Weng Zhong looked at him with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief.
Zhao Zheng met Zhao Gao's reproachful gaze and looked away with a guilty conscience. He tried to cover up his misdeeds by talking to Weng Zhong: "I haven't been hunting for too long. I feel itchy, so I took a few brothers to try."
"Where?" Weng Zhong looked at him with interest and asked.
Zhao Zheng pointed at Zhao Gao and said, "Wait for me outside. I'll say a few words to him and then I'll take you to see him."
As soon as Weng Zhongdian left, Zhao Gao said expressionlessly: "Your Majesty, come here."
Zhao Zheng watched his words and knew that he was worried, so he hurriedly walked over without daring to say no.
Someone who had been having a bad attitude these days suddenly changed his appearance to a docile one. His attitude was so good that Zhao Gao couldn't laugh or cry. He looked at him carefully for a moment and then confirmed again: "You're really not hurt?"
Zhao Zheng knew best how to soften his teacher's heart, so he nodded as if he didn't dare to speak but was very cooperative.
Sure enough, Zhao Gao sighed after looking at his appearance, softened his expression and said to him: "Go."
Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his eyes slightly, his eyes gleaming as a result. The brilliance was fleeting, but bright and dazzling. He bent down to hold Zhao Gao's hand, said to him "Have a good rest", and then left calmly.
The villain's triumphant look was a bit provocative, and without realizing it, Zhao Gao was also stunned.
With Yang Duan and Lengzuojie helping to watch, the soldiers did not dare to be too presumptuous. When Zhao Zheng returned, the tiger was skinned and no one touched the flesh.
Zhao Zheng wanted the meat and was not too interested in the skin. Seeing that no one of the brothers dared to ask for it, he gave it to Yang Duanhe. Yang Duanhe loved it holding the tiger skin.
Since it is inconvenient to make a fire, there is also a way to make this meat without making a fire. Zhao Zheng followed the method of pickling [1] and pickled it [2] himself, using tiger meat instead of beef, removing the blood vessels and tendons, and cutting the tiger meat into very thin slices. Soak in wine and wait overnight before opening the wine jar and dipping it in fermented wine and other condiments before eating.
Zhao Zheng wanted to hunt tigers this time because he felt that tiger meat was very nourishing and there was little meat in the military camp. He just wanted Zhao Gao to eat more to replenish his body. Unexpectedly, those soldiers who were indirectly benefited and were lucky enough to get a little bit of the marrow learned the taste after eating it, and they admired Zhao Zheng very much.
On this day, in the middle of the training, the soldiers gathered together happily while they could catch their breath, and encouraged Zhao Gao: "Thank you, brother, keep going."
Speaking of which, because of bows and arrows, Zhao Gao also had no intention of mentioning his travels around the country in the past. He said that he met a hunter in the mountains of Chu State. How good were the bows and arrows made by the hunter? If you ask me, I will tell you in a few words. Now, everyone thought it was interesting, so they asked him to talk about the interesting things he had encountered over the years.
Zhao Gao is well-informed and possesses all the things in his mind, ranging from people's livelihood and military affairs to the details of wine and wine. 【3】The soldiers heard that it was interesting, so they gathered more and more. Now, the soldiers who were busy taking a break sat down cross-legged with Zhao Gao as the center, and surrounded him on three floors inside and three floors outside. At a glance, it was dark, like dark clouds covering the sun.
He has a calm temperament and speaks eloquently without being impatient or impatient. Originally, those impetuous soldiers would hate this kind of speaking pattern, but sometimes if you find someone annoying, then no matter what he does, you will ignore him. I find it annoying; similarly, sometimes if you like a person, you will find it pleasing to you no matter what he does. Zhao Gao happens to be the latter.
In their words: Brother Xie, you are the first one who can talk without annoying anyone.
Zhao Gao elegantly sat down in the crowd and asked casually: "Where did you talk about last time?" In fact, he may not really remember that he asked this, but this kind of scene requires interaction, and it cannot be too old. Let him, the "free storyteller," talk alone.
"Chu is going to war with the Ou people [4]."
"Yes, yes, then send out troops to surround King Gou's stronghold!"
"Here it is, here it is, keep going."
There were a lot of chatter around, each one and I quickly completed the key points, which was called a surge of enthusiasm.
Faced with the enthusiasm of everyone, Zhao Gao remained unmoved, nodded with a faint smile on his face, and said politely: "Ou people originally had broken hair and tattoos to eat snakes, frogs, fish and clams. The nephew of King Anzhu of Ou After becoming the prime minister, the customs of the Ou people gradually changed, and the customs of the Ou people gradually adapted to the Central Plains, and the country began to take shape. However, no matter what, Gou Wangzhai only had 10,000 soldiers and horses, but the Chu army was known as a hundred thousand troops. King Ou An Zhu Ye couldn't sleep, and there was almost chaos in the village."
"The majestic king of a country is so cowardly!" someone said disdainfully. Unexpectedly, when he yelled, everyone looked at him with anger. Only then did he realize that he had interrupted Zhao Gao's words and delayed the brothers from listening to the story, so he quickly shut up.
"It happened that an old swordsman was passing by with a young man. The old swordsman claimed that he could relieve the difficulties in King Gou's stronghold. King Ou Anzhu was so curious that he invited him to join the stronghold. When the old swordsman met King Ou, he did not say anything rude, and everyone was watching. Then he just strode forward. When he came to his senses, he remembered to draw his sword and fight, and the young man was not spared. The swordsman was unmoved, steadily picked up the strong wine on King Ou's desk and drank it, his stomach was full. Shout 'Good wine, good wine!'"
The more Zhao Zheng listened, the more he frowned. Previously, he was sitting lazily on the ground leaning against the fortifications and listening. Now he had stood up and looked at Zhao Gao strangely. Zhao Gao felt his gaze and turned to look at him.
"Weird! It's so weird. What happened next? Thank you, little brother, don't interrupt. Let your brother continue."
Since returning from that tiger hunt, everyone has praised Zhao Zheng as a brave man. And because Zhao Zheng didn't show any face to others after Zhao Gao told everyone, everyone got in touch with him more and found that he didn't talk much and looked cold, but he was nothing else. After they got acquainted, they were all brothers. They said whatever they wanted to each other, even when they complained, it was all full of intimacy.
Zhao Zheng did not answer, but the old man raised his chin slightly to indicate: You continue.
Zhao Gao glanced at him with a dazed look, turned around and continued: "Although King Ou Anzhu was a little afraid of trouble, he was not confused after all. He ordered his left and right sides not to take action for the time being, and asked the old swordsman: "Sir, he said that he can relieve the difficulties of King Gou's stronghold. Why do you believe me?' The swordsman thrust the heavy sword into the ground and protested: 'No one here can beat me in a sword fight!'"
The most indispensable thing in the army is heroism. I admire these soldiers from the bottom of my heart: "You have the guts!"
Zhao Gao agreed, nodded in agreement, and then continued: "At first, the people of Ou thought that he was too arrogant. The officers were unconvinced and competed with him, but they found that no one could beat him. Later, King Ou thought that his morale was low. , we need such a brave and brave man, and because we think he is a wizard or a weirdo, we treat him like a dead horse as a living doctor, and give all our troops to his command, hoping that he can wash away the decadence in the army."
Zhao Gao spoke in a low and soft voice, and although his intonation was not exaggerated, it was not harsh either. It had all the cadences it should have. The stories he chose were based on what everyone liked, so even though his words were far less exciting than the storyteller, But everyone was able to enjoy it, listened with gusto, and even made a few comments from time to time.
For example, now: "I underestimated King Ou before, he has some courage!"
Zhao Gao nodded again and continued: "There is a pass in front of Gou Wangzhai and a dangerous back. It can be said that it occupies an advantageous location and is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Many people do not dare to confront the Chu army head-on. Taking advantage of this, they chose to drag their feet. Unexpectedly, when the old swordsman took over, the first order he gave was to abandon the natural danger here and choose a relatively open place to meet the enemy."
Some people opened their eyes wide and said, "He's not crazy!"
Some people sighed helplessly and shook their heads: "Hey, no chance, no chance..."
In short, everyone was sighing.
Zhao Gao looked at their rich expressions and curled his lips, and said slowly: "No, I won the beating."
