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He Xing snorted and said, "What if you lose your humble position?"

"Hey, how can you lose?" Yang Zheng smiled modestly: "However, since it is a competition, it has some rules, if you lose, hehe, personally take out a hundred taels, and personally pay for a good meal and drink for the soldiers of the whole army?"

He Xing's face was a little ugly, one hundred taels was not a small amount, but the matter had already reached this point, and he absolutely couldn't back down, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, that's it?"

A hint of pride flashed in Yang Zheng's eyes, he smiled, and said, "Who will come first?"

He Xingsheng was afraid that his good luck was still there, so he hurriedly said, "Let's come first?"

Yang Zheng said: "It should be like this!"

At this time, the magistrate sent five feather arrows up, He Xing took them with one hand, and said to Yang Zheng: "My lord, the humble duty has begun!"

Yang Zheng smiled and made a gesture of please.

He Xing's archery skills are good, when King Zhao took a fancy to him, it was because of his superb archery, and the pot throwing game was something he liked very much, therefore, in the early days, he was a master of this way, although he couldn't hit five feather arrows like Yang Zheng, but he could still do it with a golden bottle three zhang away.

I saw that as soon as he raised his hand, he exhaled, and the five feather arrows in his hand were thrown out like beads, and the five feather arrows drew five arcs in the air, which fell into the pot very accurately, and made a series of crisp bottle hitting sounds, which was very pleasant.

"Okay!good, how is the general?" Wang Hu was the first to shout, and the soldiers around him were also stunned by this superb and accurate archery skill, and shouted and cheered for him.

"Do you really have some skills?" Yang Zheng muttered secretly.

He Xing glanced at Yang Zheng with a smug face, and seeing that he didn't step forward immediately, he snorted secretly, and said with a smile: "General, it's your turn?"

"Oh, it's my turn?" Yang Zheng paused slightly, and sighed: "Five all in the middle, good archery?"

He Xing became even more proud, but said hypocritically: "Where, where, compared to the general, this trick of humility is nothing?"

Zhang Yi heard that this guy's words were insincere, and he was suddenly angry in his heart, and he was about to attack, when he suddenly glared at Yang Zheng fiercely, and then he restrained his anger.

This kind of trick Yang Zheng has played since he was a child, although it is a dart, and the focus is also on the target hanging on the wall, but the principle of this pitcher is still similar, the strength, arm bend, and eyesight are the same, as long as you use it well, it is not impossible to hit the golden bottle?"

With a sigh of relief, he took the five feather arrows handed by the magistrate, took a breath again, walked three feet away, squinted his eyes and did not move immediately.

At this time, the soldiers all around came over, and everyone looked at Yang Zheng, and no one made a sound.

The training ground, which was bustling just now, was silent at this time.

Seeing that Yang Zheng was slow to start, Wang Hu snorted coldly and said, "General Yang is so hesitant, is he afraid?"

Zhang Yi was suddenly furious and shouted: "What are you, when will it be your turn to speak here, there is no time limit for this game, General Yang will wait until tomorrow to vote, you may wait, if you are not satisfied, you can abstain?"

Zhang Yi is said to be arrogant and domineering in the army on weekdays, although Wang Hu has any support, he does not dare to provoke him, for fear of annoying this fierce Zhang Fei to give himself a punch, which is not something that his body can bear.

Most of the other soldiers knew how powerful Zhang Yi was, and most of them muttered softly, but they didn't dare to say more.

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Zhang Yi glanced at Yang Zheng a little nervously, and said, "General Yang doesn't have to worry, when will it feel smooth, and when will it be cast?"

Yang Zheng said in his heart: "Although I am rude, I am not bad to myself!" turned his head and nodded at him.

Everyone waited for a while, Yang Zheng calmed down his breath, felt that it was almost over, his eyes were firmly fixed on the spout of the three-zhang pot, and in his mind he turned it into a dart target in the past, his arm was raised slightly, he exhaled lightly, and the five feather arrows were thrown lightly.

Hearing a few "smack" sounds, five feather arrows one arrow after another arrows with a delicate parabola accurately fell into the golden bottle three zhang away, and heard a few "dang" sounds, crisp into the ear.

Yang Zheng exhaled lightly and said unashamedly: "I haven't voted for a long time, and my hands are very raw!"

Zhang Yi, Jin Yixiao, Gao Hang and others turned red, and Zhang Yi muttered: "This is a slap in the face, isn't this a slap in the face?"

The soldiers around watched this astonishing scene with wide eyes, and it took a while for a moment to burst into applause and shouting.

Only He Xing was a little unhappy, Wang Hu opened his eyes wide and said to himself: "I clearly said no just now, this is all in, it shouldn't be pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, on purpose, right?"

He Xing's heart moved, he glanced at Yang Zheng, although he had some doubts in his heart, he didn't move and snorted: "Even if it's pretended, it's just five arrows, and most of them are drawn?"

Yang Zheng smiled, clapped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, my hands are very raw, it's slow, will the second game continue?"

He Xing snorted and said, "This is what the humble position means?"

After saying that, he once again took five arrows, walked to three zhang away, and was about to wave his hand to throw a pot, his eyes touched Yang Zheng's face, I don't know what he thought, his body actually retreated dozens of steps from the line three zhang away, and stood steadily four zhang away.

"Look, it's Sizhang, can you throw it so far?" After a silence in the crowd, all the soldiers whispered, not understanding why He Xing did this, only Zhang Yi, Jin Yixiao, Yang Zheng, Gao Hang and others understood that this guy was demonstrating?

"General Yang, it doesn't matter, if it doesn't work, you can remove it, Fang Zheng didn't say how many competitions just now, and others can't say anything?" Zhang Yi walked over and said in a low voice.

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Jin Yixiao, Gao Hang, Xu Feng and others looked at Yang Zheng and nodded.

Yang Zheng smiled faintly and said, "It's just a small skill of carving insects, can this general still handle it?"

The four of them all knew him a little, and when he said this, everyone was somewhat confident in their hearts, and at the same time they were surprised in their hearts, Gao Hang said in his heart: "Sizhang, this General Yang can really hide his strength?"

He Xing stood four zhang away and calmed his breath a little, stared at the farthest mouth of the pot, snorted softly, raised the five feather arrows in his hand, threw them gently, the action was like flowing water, the five feather arrows were thrown out continuously, and he heard "dang!" A few crisp sounds, the five feather arrows shot into the pot without leaking, I don't know how much more powerful it was, the mouth of the pot shook a few times, and almost fell down.

The surrounding soldiers opened their mouths wide and looked at the incredible scene in front of them, until Wang Hu's shouting sounded, and they came back from the shock and applauded and shouted.

"This guy really has some skills, and he can be all in the middle of the four zhang, so it can be seen that he has a lot of training on weekdays!" Yang Zheng nodded secretly.

"Lord Yang, is it your turn?" He Xing glanced around proudly, his eyes fell on Yang Zheng's face, and he shouted softly.

"Oh-?" Yang Zheng seemed to have recovered from the shock just now, and responded in a panic before walking forward.

Four zhang away, Yang Zheng took five feather arrows, his eyes just squinted slightly, and then began to throw the pot, with the previous two exercises, this time it was a few points faster than before, and the five feather arrows were all thrown into the pot with his general movements.

This time, it was not as incredible as He Xing and others, even Gao Hang and others also felt that this General Yang was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger just now, how could anyone who had never played ever shot five feather arrows in a row.

He Xing gritted his teeth, knowing that he had met an opponent today, and he was a little hesitant for a while.

Wang Hu walked up to him and whispered: "General, four zhang is not good, we can be five, archery is the general's strength, may not be able to win this game?"

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He Xing was a little moved, and said in his heart: "If four zhang is not good, then five zhang, I don't believe it, he can be better than me?"

Wang Hu glanced at He Xing, He Xing nodded at him, he understood, nodded and stepped forward to Yang Zheng and hugged his fist and said: "Lord He asked Lord Yang to ask him humbly, I don't know if adults dare to compare?" Yang Zheng laughed and said, "Wuzhang, I haven't played, but if He Xing wants to compete, I can give it a try?"

Wang Hu answered, and was about to turn around, but he heard Yang Zheng say: "Slow, even if it is five zhang away, then there are still some changes, we will limit it to ten feather arrows, and see who throws more wins, I don't know what you think?"

Before Wang Hu could answer, He Xing on the side laughed and said, "Just now, I also felt that five feather arrows were not happy enough, so it would be better to use ten feather arrows?"

The pitching pot outside the five zhang has never been seen in the army, so the soldiers who learned the news were extremely excited, and 5,000 soldiers surrounded this training ground.

At a distance of five zhang, if you want to throw a feather arrow, you need to test not only the eyesight and arm strength of the pitcher, but also the grasp of the surrounding factors, so you can throw

One shot is already remarkable.

Although He Xing has practice on weekdays, he rarely practices this kind of extremely arm-consuming and eye-wrenching throwing, so he is not very sure whether he can shoot all ten feather arrows, but he is extremely confident in his ability to throw pots, he details that he can't shoot, and no one in the world can shoot, which is why he can agree.

According to the rules, he still came first. After exhaling heavily, he walked five feet away, and the magistrate respectfully presented ten feathered arrows.

With the sound of the first drum, He Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, shouted, raised his arm and threw the ten feather arrows in his hand one by one, he moved very fast, everyone only heard the sound of "Boom!Boom!" The ten feather arrows pierced the air and flew to the golden bottle five zhang away.

"Dang!"

A crisp sound, accompanied by a series of sounds, was tinkling for a while, and it was extremely pleasant.

After a while, everyone looked up, only to see that the golden bottle five zhang away was full of feather arrows, and a magistrate bowed forward, counted them carefully, and shouted loudly: "All ten feather arrows are hit!"