The king of Saikan asked him to call the three bravest warriors under his command, and then pointed at Wang Lin and said, "Batu, Buhe, and Mozhigen, you three should show me well, if you win this Mingren, I can consider marrying Gegentana to one of you." ”

Buhe means sturdy in Mongolian, and he himself complements his name, although he is not tall, but his muscles are tangled, and he looks extremely strong.

"Wise and wise journal king, are you telling the truth?"

Batu was not much smaller than Buhe, he stood forward and reprimanded: "Buhe, are you questioning our Saiban King? If you are skeptical about what he said in the past and have not fulfilled it, it is better to withdraw from this competition. ”

Buhe frowned, and said angrily: "Batu, Gegentana is mine, don't try to provoke me, otherwise I will make you regret being born in this world." ”

Batu laughed, glanced at Bu He disdainfully, and said, "How many times have you said this sentence, and which one has really outdone me?" ”

Gergentana's eyelids jumped as she watched from the sidelines, she stomped her foot, turned her head to the king of the journal and said, "Brother, it's up to me to decide who I marry, and you can't treat me as a reward for motivating them." ”

The king of the journal said helplessly: "But you are almost eighteen years old now. Gegentana, how many girls of your age in my tribe have never had children? Batu and several of them are real warriors, and they have already proven their bravery through the blood of the enemy, are you obedient and obedient, and choose one of the three of them to marry? ”

"I don't want it." Gegentana shook her head irritably, suddenly stretched out her hand to Zhao Yan, and said, "I'd rather marry this white Ming Guo who doesn't look like a man, than marry any of the three of them in Batu." ”

, this is really a person sitting at home, the disaster comes from the sky, I didn't recruit anyone to provoke anyone, why did I lie down and shoot? Also, the white one doesn't look like a man talking about himself? You Mongolian chick has amazing legs, how can you slander a man's innocence indiscriminately?

Zhao Yan was speechless when he heard Gegentana say it in Mongolian again, and the three of Batu began to burst out with anger in their eyes after hearing Gegentana say it again in Mongolian, so they could only open their mouths and urge: "Let's start quickly, otherwise it will be dark." ”

Mo Rigen was not striking, his complexion was dark, he took the bow and arrow from his back, and then the king of the saikan made a translation, and said to Wang Lin: "I compare archery with you, we can find the target we want to shoot at will, and in the end, my people and the king of the saikan will decide who wins." ”

This kind of archery competition is the first time Zhao Yan has heard of it, with the king of the competition present, there is no need to worry too much about the fairness of the competition, after all, as a tribal chief, he must always maintain his fair image in the eyes of the people, and he will not easily do anything that damages his image, even if Zhao Yan and Wang Lin are foreigners.

Mo Rigen was in his chest, and after speaking, he pointed to a group of geese flying in the sky and said, "I want to shoot the first goose." ”

After a while, the flock of geese flew thirty feet away, and Mo Rigen immediately drew his bow and arrows, and then with a whoosh, the arrows broke through the air, and the leading geese screamed and fell to the dust.

Someone picked up the wild goose and shouted as he ran: "Mo Rigen shot the wild goose in the chest." ”

Oh...... The crowd of onlookers shouted excitedly, Mozhigen was the most skilled archery among them, and his name means archer in Mongolian, and these Warat soldiers did not think that Wang Lin could outperform Mozhigen in archery.

Wang Lin picked up a Mongolian riding bow and tried it, and said with some dissatisfaction: "This bow is too soft, is there a harder bow?" ”

The king of Saikan valued him very much, and when he heard this, he asked people to take out the carved bow in his tent, and then said: "This is the carved bow given to me by the Great Khan, according to your Ming people, it should be a three-stone bow, and only the Hercules Batu can use it freely in my tribe." ”

Batu grinned when he heard this, he was extremely talented, he was the most powerful person in the Saikan King tribe, and he was able to compete with Bu He, who was proficient in wrestling, with his strength on weekdays.

Wang Lin took the carved bow and tried it, and shot two arrows at random, then nodded with satisfaction and began to look around, ready to find his target.

After a while, Wang Lin pointed to a small black dot in the sky and said, "That's my goal." ”

Everyone looked up, among them, Mo Rigen had the best eyes, and when he saw the small black dot and the height he was at, he couldn't help but be surprised, and couldn't help but say, "That's a lark." ”

The lark is not much bigger than the sparrow, belongs to the lark family, is one of the few birds that can sing in flight, when it flies to a certain height, it floats slightly in the air and flies up quickly, straight into the sky, hence the name lark.

All the Warat people present knew that the lark flew high, the flight speed was also very fast, and it was extremely flexible, and the most important thing was that even in the normal flight process, the lark was also full of vigilance, it would sometimes fly high, sometimes low, the height of the flight was undulating, full of variables, it was much more difficult to shoot than the huge and flocking geese, even the condor shooters under the Taishi also had difficulty shooting a lark in flight, at this time I heard Wang Lin' The Skylark was targeted, and most of the Warat soldiers were suspicious, thinking that this Ming man must be talking big.

Wang Lin didn't care what others thought, he stared closely at the skylark speeding in the air, silently calculated the distance in his heart, and then used his own experience to draw a bow and arrow, pointing the arrow at the small lark who was still dazed and ignorant.

Holding the bow in his left hand unshaken, the three fingers of his right hand opened slightly, and a feathered arrow disappeared from the person's eyes in an instant, and then the scene was quiet for a moment.

After a moment, Mo Rigen stammered and asked, "You really ...... Shot? ”

The king of the journal did not act as a translator again, but looked at Wang Lin and said, "This time you won." ”

Wang Lin scratched his head, smiled innocently, and did not speak.

Someone picked up the body of the lark and the arrows, and the reason why they were not picked up together was because the body of the lark had been shot up, and the corpse was separated, which looked a little miserable.

Mozhigen turned and walked into the crowd, and as he passed by Batuu, he said, "You must win, I will not fight with you anymore." ”

Batu nodded, in fact, he has always felt that Morrigan is the most competitive among himself and Buhe, because although Morrigan is silent, he is very smart and will please girls, he often gets some novel things to give to Gegentana, every time he sees Gegentana laughing at the things sent by Mozhgen, Batu feels panicked.

The king of Saikan called Batu and said to Wang Lin: "This time I compare my strength, Batu is a strong man under my account, don't look at him as big as you, but his strength is very big." ”

Wang Lin nodded again, his mind was not complicated, since the king of the journal said that Batu was a strong man, then Batu must have a lot of strength, and he must use all his strength when he competes.

When the Warat army was stationed on the edge of a deserted village, Batu looked around a few times, then pointed to a stone mill next to the crowd and said, "Let's take that stone and try it, and whoever can lift it up will win." ”

Zhao Yan looked along Batu's point and found that he was talking about the grinding of the stone mill, that is, the cylindrical stone used to roll the grain on the grinding platform, which seemed to have to weigh about a thousand catties to say the least.

Several of the Warat soldiers drew their swords and removed the frame and shaft from the mill in two or two strokes.

Batu rolled his eyes and said to Wang Lin: "Last time, it was Mo Rigen who came first, and this time you should come first." ”

There is no difference between who comes first and who comes after Wang Lin, he stepped forward and circled around the mill on the top of the mill twice, and then groped a few times with both hands on the mill, after finding a good force point, as soon as his arms were forced, the thousand-pound grind was lifted by him, and the relaxed appearance simply made the onlookers feel that they were dreaming.

Wang Lin took the mill around the crowd twice, and then put the mill back in place without changing his face, and said to Batu: "It's your turn." ”

Batu went up and knocked on the mill, looking at Wang Lin's relaxed appearance, he felt that this piece of mill might be hollow, but after knocking on it, there was a muffled sound, obviously solid can no longer be solid, a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on Batu's head, and he stood there hesitantly for a long time without moving.

The king of the journal frowned and shouted, "Batu, what are you waiting for?" Don't be ashamed of our Dayuan warriors. ”

The king of the journal spoke, and Batu could only circle around the mill twice, and then followed Wang Lin's example, and after finding the stress point with both hands, he exerted his arms, but let his bare skin and muscles burst out, but the grinder was still motionless.

Seeing this, the surrounding Warat soldiers immediately booed.

Batu's face was flushed and his neck was thick, he really couldn't afford to lose this person, in his eyes, his reputation was much more important than his life, and then he only heard him roar, his whole face had turned purple, and the piece of grinding was slowly lifted by him, but through Batu's trembling legs, it was not difficult to see how hard he was now.

"I lift ...... Got up. After Batu laboriously said these words, his legs went limp, and he threw the crumble on the ground to smash up a cloud of dust, while he himself half-knelt on the ground and gasped for breath, and only stood up tremblingly for a while, his face was still red, but this time he was ashamed.

Batu represents the king of the magazine, and now he has lost twice in a row, which makes the king of the magazine look very unsightly.

"Buhe, you try wrestling with him, you must win this time." The king of the journal was already a little impetuous, and even the tone of his voice was much more gloomy.

Buhe agreed, and then moved his body and took off the robe on his body, revealing a shiny and slippery tendon meat.