At this time, Qian Buli can't tolerate hesitation, that will hurt the hearts of the soldiers, although Qian Buli hated it to death in his heart, he took the bow with a smile on his face: "You are under Du Bing, right?" Qian Buli was looking for something to say, and at the same time he quickly turned his head to find a way.

"Yes, sir." The Wu Commander grinned: "My lord is really a good memory!" ”

Exercise! I know what kind of soldiers will be brought with me! Qian Buli hated Du Bing's hippie smiling face.

The soldiers parted to the two sides and gave way to Qian Buli, and Qian Buli, who was known to be quick-witted, finally came up with a pretext for four or two thousand pounds, he pretended to pull the bow, then frowned and shook his head and said, "This bow is too soft for me to use." After saying that, Qian Buli handed the bow to the guard: "You come and try." ”

The Wu Commander praised: "My lord is really a divine power! "None of the soldiers present could have imagined that 'the bow is too soft' is just an excuse for Qian Buli, and everyone still thinks that Qian Buli has a strong force, and a general like the commander is not the legendary hero who can pull mountains and rivers?

The guard who took the longbow strode forward without hurrying, and without seeing how he could aim, he raised his hand and an arrow flew out like a meteor, hitting the red heart, and the cheers of the soldiers rang out all around.

The guard's right hand kept drawing arrows from the quiver, opening the bow, and shooting again, and ten arrows in a row hit the red heart, and then he handed the bow to his right hand and pulled the string with his left hand, which was a real left and right bow.

When the twenty arrows were neatly inserted into the target, there was a moment of silence in the field, and suddenly there was a tsunami-like cheer.

Even Qian Buli was stunned, don't look at him walking around with these guards all day long, and he can accurately call out the names of each of them, but Qian Buli doesn't know anything about their abilities. On that day, Jia Tianxiang said that he would select 30 people with strong martial arts skills from the whole army to be his personal guards, Qian Buli just shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, and Qian Buli, who had seen modern warfare, did not take the two of 'martial arts' in his eyes.

"Sun Zhongde, is your archery technique the best in the whole army?" When Sun Zhongde proudly put down his longbow and walked back behind Qian Buli, Qian Buli asked softly.

"Adults, small ones don't dare to be presumptuous." Sun Zhongde bowed his head respectfully: "If you only use the arrow method, the small one can only rank third." ”

"Who else is better at archery than yours?"

"General Du's archery skills are unmatched in the whole army, followed by Captain Cheng." The captain Cheng that Sun Zhongde said was Cheng Da, the captain of the pro-guard team.

"What did you all do in the military?"

"The little Captain He Cheng turned out to be General Du's personal guard."

"What about you?" Qian Buli turned around and asked the rest of the guards.

In the rambling answers of the guards, Qian Buli knew that most of the guards were originally guards from the City Lord's Mansion, and a few were selected from among the soldiers.

Is it a waste to gather these people with high martial arts skills to be guards by the side of the superiors? Qian Buli sighed, but after thinking about it again, the war is full of all kinds of unforeseen factors, no matter how powerful an army is, if someone directly knocks out the headquarters, the rout will become inevitable, so it seems that it is still necessary to form a pro-guard team with strong combat power.

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"Report, sir." A noble general wearing dark black armor and a medal on his chest walked into Wei Chi Fengyun's tent: "Our scouts have not found any news!" ”

Yu Chi Fengyun is an old man in his fifties with a clear face, half of his beard at his chin has become gray, he is not wearing armor, just a very ordinary gray robe, his chest is empty, as the marquis of Ji Zhouguo, Wei Chi Fengyun did not wear his own family medal.

When a person's strength has been recognized by the world, there is no need for him to prove himself with anything, just like the current Wei Chi Fengyun, although he is dressed like a small businessman on the verge of bankruptcy, without any ornaments from top to bottom, not even a sword, but no one dares to despise him. The kind of graceful bearing exuded by Yu Chi Fengyun is by no means something that can be imitated by imitation, the temperament is fermented from experience, where does the temperament come from without experience? !

Yu Chi Fengyun raised his eyelids, looked at the person, and said 'um' gently, and then he looked at the book in front of him, as if everything around him did not exist, only the book in his hand was real.

Next to Yu Chi Fengyun, a young man was standing on the side of a bookcase and drawing, his painting technique was very strange, there was no brush, all the brushwork, outline, bonelessness, and coloring were completely done by his fingers. On the snow-white paper, his fingers were as nimble as a snake and as swift as lightning, and with a few strokes, a majestic mountain took on a childish shape under his fingers.

"General Wei Chi, it looks like we've been tricked." The young man looked up, his skin was white, and his appearance was even more beautiful than that of a woman! With his black hair combed neatly and neatly, with his big and divine eyes, a strong, somewhat arrogant nose, a moderate mouth, and a mouthful of snow-white teeth, this is a very handsome young man, and the feminine temperament that exudes his body makes his handsomeness beautiful.

"Maybe." Wei Chi Fengyun nodded.

A person who seemed to be a staff member beside the young man whispered, "Your Highness, is there something wrong with He Jiongming?" ”

The one who is called 'His Royal Highness' is, of course, Ji Shenglie, the prince of Ji Zhouguo, but unfortunately the word 'Lie' in his name is gone, and there is nothing related to the word 'Lie' from him.

Ji Shenglie's fingers paused, and then he stroked in a circle, and a strange rock was formed under his fingers, Ji Shenglie looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "He Jiongming is an old fox, since he must make a choice, then he must stand on the side of the winner, will he not know this kind of simple truth?" ”

"That mysterious person called Qian is really not simple." Yu Chi Fengyun didn't look up, and said lightly.

(Brothers, I want to watch the World Cup too。。。。。 I promise to update every day, but it's a bit difficult to get two chapters. ）