Zhao Ye stood back in the firing position, only to see Zhao Ye pick up a stone tied with hemp rope from the ground next to him and hang it on the bow, and then raised the bamboo bow.

Then he picked up an arrow from the quiver and put it on the bowstring, and then slowly pulled the bowstring and made an aiming shape.

Zhao Ye didn't shoot, but just kept the shooting posture and stood still in the sun.

Zhao Fu looked at the sweaty Zhao Ye, and didn't know how to describe his mood for a while.

The second young master has really grown up, and if it continues to develop like this, maybe the second young master can really survive on the battlefield with his own strength.

But what excites Zhao Fu the most is that it is Zhao Ye's archery training method, this archery training method Zhao Fu has never seen before, it should be invented by the second son himself, and the stone is also picked up by the second son according to his own physical strength.

The most important thing is that this method of practice hardly wastes any money, and the archers of the army are fed with arrows one by one, which is all money! And what the northern army of my town lacks most is money.

Although arrows can be reused, there will always be losses, and the accumulation of small amounts is a huge amount of money.

Zhao Fu is a master of archery, so he can naturally understand the benefits of practicing like this.

This will not only improve your arm strength, but also improve the stability of your archery.

The closer the force of the human body is to the limit, the lower the stability.

When you get close to the limit, your arms are already shaking, and there is basically no stability at all.

This practice can make your limits come later.

The later the limit comes, you will be able to shoot a few more arrows steadily.

It is these few arrows that can make the difference between victory and defeat in a battle.

As for accuracy, in fact, Zhao Fu has never taken it to heart, that is a problem that only masters will consider.

The emphasis in the army is to be able to shoot a steady rain of arrows a few times, even if there is no accuracy, it can kill.

And the problem of accuracy doesn't seem to be challenging for the second young master, because the wind blew the day before yesterday, Zhao Fu saw the second son standing in the wind and steadily hitting the bull's-eye with his own eyes, which shocked him at that time.

But what is the reason why the second son does not let himself say it?

There are some things that can be listened to by the second son, but there are some things that Zhao Fu really can't miss the opportunity, because this is related to the fate of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Zhenbei Army, that is, Zhao Ye's practice method, and the second son also gave him a name, called Zhao's shooting posture.

So Zhao Fu has observed Zhao Ye's practice method very carefully in the past few days, and secretly wrote it down in the notebook.

Because he had already decided to give this method to King Qing, King Qing had been on the battlefield for a long time, and he must know the mystery of this.

The second son has made a great contribution!

After a bag of cigarettes, Zhao Ye loosened the bowstring,

With a whoosh, the arrow hit the bull's-eye again.

Zhao Fu seemed to have become accustomed to it, and hurriedly gave Zhao Ye a hand towel and a tea cup.

Zhao Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a sip of tea, and then let out a sigh of relief and said, "That's all for today!" My arm couldn't stand up straight, it hurt. ”

Zhao Fu nodded and said: "It's too much, the extremes of things will be reversed, this degree is just right, and if you practice again, you will hurt your body, and I will ask the old poison to make you a pot of soup medicine to relieve the pain, and His Royal Highness the Prince of the World soaked it in this way when he reached the limit." ”

"Jiang Leshan? Can he? Why do I feel like he's a little unreliable? Zhao Ye's mind brought up Jiang Leshan's obscene face.

"The second son, don't underestimate him, although Jiang Leshan's medical skills can't be said to be the best in the world, it's not far behind?"

Seeing Zhao Ye's face full of disbelief, Zhao Fu continued: "Do you know? Back then, Jiang Leshan poisoned a small tribe on the grassland with only one person, and the medical poison was a family, Jiang Leshan's poison skills were the best in the world, and his medical skills were definitely not bad! Otherwise, how could he detoxify others, the prince would not send him to protect His Royal Highness. ”

"Since Jiang Leshan is so powerful, why don't you poison all the people on the grassland, wouldn't that be troublesome?" Zhao Ye took a sip of tea and joked.

"How can it be that simple? The Northern Barbarian Witch Sect is not a vegetarian, and in addition to some people practicing medical skills, there are also people who specialize in practicing poison skills. Zhao Fu took the teacup and explained.

Zhao Ye nodded, the nomads on the grassland have been able to run rampant in the grassland for thousands of years, and have always become a threat to the Central Plains Dynasty, there must be a reason for them to run rampant, and it is definitely not something that can be solved by a poison.

Won't the people of later generations laugh and say! It was the appearance of machine gun tanks that made the nomads of the steppe hospitable and able to sing and dance!

It's not unreasonable, but it's true.

The secret of the nomadic rampant world is the cavalry, the absolute king of the cold weapon era,

In particular, the appearance of stirrups and Takahashi saddles made the combat ability of the cavalry be tapped to the limit.

Kindness?

Wiccane?

Why does it look like a name again?

Zhao Ye remembered the Tianshan Martial God Temple that he read some time ago, could it really be that there was no martial arts?

Is there any internal strength?

Zhao Ye untied the quiver, put the bamboo bow on the quiver, and said to Zhao Fu: "Let's go, go and meet him." ”

In a small courtyard on the east side of Qingwang's Mansion, the medicinal fragrance in the courtyard is fragrant, a peaceful image, Jiang Leshan, who is humming a small song, is fiddling with some herbs in the courtyard, and from time to time he turns his head to look at a box next to him, looking at Jiang Leshan's expression, the things in this box should not come easily, and he likes it very much.

As if sensing the footsteps outside the door, Jiang Leshan stopped a little song, turned his head cautiously and looked out of the door, and when he saw that it was Zhao Ye walking in, Jiang Leshan shuddered suddenly,

I saw Jiang Leshan seemingly inadvertently pushed the box towards the hidden place of the medicine shelf, and then patted the soil on his body very casually, and seemed to inadvertently block the medicine shelf with his body, and then asked casually: "Second young master, what are you doing here?" If you have something to order, I'll just go over and let you drive? ”

Zhao Ye looked at Jiang Leshan's small actions, glanced at the box, and immediately understood what was inside, pursed his lips and quickly explained: "Isn't it just an old ginseng?" Eating too much of this stuff hurts my kidneys, and I'm not interested. ”

Jiang Leshan glanced at Zhao Ye, there was no pit sound, the expression was obvious, you know a fart.

Last year, I finally got a hundred years of yin and yang grass, and actually let it go to make tea and drink, and it was also called a little weak, and I will raise my body, every time I think of it, Jiang Leshan is distressed, you are empty, I believe in it, but you waste things, don't blame the master for not serving.

"Second young master, let's not give you poverty, you have something to say, I still have something to do."

Look at Jiang Leshan's posture, this is ready to send off guests.