The autumn breeze is bleak, and the leaves are flying. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the grass is yellow and the beast is fat.

On the banks of the Shiyang River, the Liangzhou soldiers who once dominated the west came overwhelmingly, they led Huang Qingcang, surrounded on all sides, and drove the frightened beasts to the middle of the enclosure.

The focus of hunting is to encircle, and to drive the prey to the predetermined hunting grounds, not only for the convenience of the nobles for fun, but also has a strong military training significance. If there is a slight lack of coordination between the infantry and the horse, the alert prey will often escape through the loophole, making the hunt meaningless.

Of course, whether it is spring harvesting, summer seedlings, or autumn harvesting, winter hunting, it must be carried out during the agricultural slack, so that there is no violation of the agricultural time, and there is no harm to the agricultural work.

If you look down from a high place, the first cavalry to rush out is the horse team led by Jia Zhengdao. They were in unison, well-trained, and let the horses gallop first, and when they reached a hill, they rushed down with a line of arrows.

Jia Zhengdao held his breath in his heart, he must get the most prey in this autumn season, take the first place, show that stinky kid, and let him know that Hu Fu is very powerful!

His whipped face was wrapped in a white silk band, revealing red blood. With a hideous look on his face, he slammed his horse and rushed forward.

Seeing the performance of his uncle from afar, Zhang Jun, who was driving a horse and strolling on the riverside, was very disdainful. Hufu riding and shooting? Do you rats also deserve to be compared to King Zhao Wuling? Zhang Jun sneered in his heart: "A group of soft bones who have forgotten their ancestors will only put gold on their faces. Let you have no prey today. “

"Overcome me in the autumn and dream your dreams!"

Finally, Zhang Jun's horse team also moved. He rode on a horse, carried a carved bow, and chased Jia Zhengdao from the horse with fourteen horsemen. Soon, Zhang Jun, who was even more skilled, appeared on his left side. The two teams galloped side by side, not so much as hunting, but more like a horse race, and neither of them would fall behind.

At this moment, a frightened hare suddenly burst out of the grass not far from Jia Zhengdao's side and fled into the distance. Jia Zhengdao's eyes lit up, because his position was just right to block Zhang Jun's sight, so he calmly picked up his bow and arrows, took a slight aim, and shot out with a swish.

He is very confident in his archery, and he knows that this arrow will hit without looking.

But before Jia Zhengdao could be proud, he only heard a more powerful bowstring sound "snap", he only felt a flower in front of him, and saw that the feather arrow he shot a moment ago was easily caught up by another one, accompanied by a crisp breaking sound, and broke into two. The rabbit took the opportunity to burrow into the hole and disappeared.

Jia Zhengdao turned his head and glared angrily, Zhang Jun laughed, put away the carver, and accelerated past with a lift of the reins.

In this way, the two teams of people chased after me along the way. Jia Zhengdao opened his bow left and right, and the arrows were like flying locusts, but he found nothing. It's just because Zhang Jun will always make up for an arrow after he shoots.

Holding each other like this, Jia Zhengdao was really angry, but he was helpless. Just as he was about to turn the horse's head and look for another place, a cry of surprise sounded in the distance······

The two teams of people stopped one after another, and Zhang Jun also raised his eyes, only to see a snow-white big tiger flashing in the forest, and suddenly disappeared from sight······

White tiger! Zhang Jun and Jia Zhengdao glanced at each other, and they coincidentally rode after each other.

The blood-pumping hunt belonged to the young people, Zhang Mao and the two envoys sat on the high platform, exchanging glasses and lamps, while watching the fierce hunt.

At this moment, I saw a lieutenant riding a horse and shouting from a distance: "Report to the general, there is a white tiger in the surrounding garden!" ”

"White Tiger?"

Zhang Mao was shocked and couldn't help but stand up and look. Even the two envoys and a group of ministers who were with the banquet couldn't bear it anymore and came to the stage one after another.

White animals have been given mystical colors since three generations, and they are seen as auspicious, and when they appear, they either signify that the country has a virtuous monarch or that a saint has been born. Therefore, if there is a white animal everywhere, it is bound to cause a sensation.

It's a pity that there are no telescopes in this era, and even if you are anxious, you can only see a team of people hurrying towards a point, and the whole fence is stirred.

Although he didn't see the white tiger, Zhang Mao was still convinced of it. On both sides of the Shiyang River, the water and grass are abundant, and there are red deer, if you attract a white tiger, it is not impossible. What's more, the attraction of the white tiger is too great, and he would rather choose to believe it.

Zhang Mao raised his hand and said to the captain who came to report: "Pass on my military order, whoever captures the white tiger, my sword of the Son of Heaven will be the reward!" ”

"The general has an order, and whoever gets the white tiger will be given the sword of the Son of Heaven!"

"Those who get the white tiger will be given the sword ······ of the Son of Heaven"

The lieutenant conveyed Zhang Mao's order, and one after another, the hunters in the entire enclosure suddenly went crazy.

Some are for the glory bestowed by the general, and some are for their lord to get the sword. In short, countless people quickly whipped up, and the dust was everywhere in an instant.

Just when everyone was excited, Shi Shu and Wang Chong looked at each other and sighed in their hearts.

Shi Shu knows this sword, and speaking of which, this thing is also a testimony of the Zhang family's loyalty and courage to the country. That was in the early years of Yongjia, that is, fourteen years ago. When the Zhang family first dominated the Western Regions, they were in turmoil with the captain of Dongqiang. As the sect leader of the Zhang family, Zhang Liang forced the rebel army to surrender with just one letter, what a high-spirited man! When Sima Mo, the king of Nanyang, heard about this, he praised it greatly, so he transferred this sword given by heaven to Zhang Liang, and said: "From the west of Longdi, they are all entrusted to you, and this sword is like a scepter." ”

But now, the majesty of the Son of Heaven is long gone, and the things given by the Son of Heaven have lost their former preciousness, and have been reduced to the reward of a beast.

Lamentable!

Alas!

However, at this time, Zhang Jun didn't care about these at all, he only had the sword in his heart, the sword of the Son of Heaven that had a great effect on him! Perhaps in the eyes of others, it is just a precious thing, and there may be all kinds of past events attached to it. But for Zhang Jun, it is a sharp weapon to respect Jin and Hu. As long as there is it, all kinds of measures in the future can find reasonable footnotes.

Formation doesn't matter anymore, what he needs is speed!

At this time, the advantage of Zhang Jun's mount was revealed, this was the sweaty horse of the Western Regions, and with only a little force, all the competitors were easily left behind, leaving only a puff of smoke and dust.

Jia Zhengdao was not far behind, he and a group of subordinates saw that they were being thrown farther and farther away, and they couldn't even take care of aiming in a hurry, as long as they had the slightest opportunity, they would shoot arrows. For a while, arrows rained down, forcing Zhang Jun not to dare to get too close to the white tiger.

Wang Meng and Da Shiye were also ready to open their bows to aim, but the two of them were good at using long soldiers, and their archery skills were mediocre; A person is born with divine power, and his arrows are sparse, so he can't count on it at all. Although the other twelve cavalry were also thrown from a distance, the white tiger seemed to have a spirit, always reacting at the moment before the arrow hit him, either to the left or to the right, skillfully avoiding all dangers. I don't know how many soldiers who claim to be first-class in archery regret it.

Zhang Jun crouched on horseback, letting the icy autumn wind whistle in his ears. His expression was grim, his eyes did not squint, he pressed the bow with one hand and pinched the arrow with the other. Now, he just had to get a little closer, a little closer······

As if feeling the thoughts in the master's heart, the Western Regions Gong Horse neighed, jumped forward with all his might, and actually lifted Zhang Jun into the air.

At this moment, I saw Zhang Jun standing upright suddenly, his bow like a full moon and his arrow like a meteor······

"Smack!"

"Poof!"

The white tiger fell in response to the sound and rolled forward for more than a foot before stopping. But he was hit by an arrow in his left thigh, and the feather did not enter the body, and he did not hurt his life.

Seeing this, Wang Meng, Da Shiye and the others who were closely following hurriedly stepped forward to surround the white tiger that had fallen to the ground and tied it tightly. Although the white tiger could not move, it was still fierce and abnormal, and the roar was deafening.

The big stone leaf allowed it to continue to spread wild, and immediately opened the bow left and right, and the big palm of the pu fan hit the tiger's head, and the white tiger fainted after a few strokes.

At this time, the soldiers who were chasing arrived one after another, and they were all stunned when they saw the situation.

Zhang Jun smiled, sat on the horse, arched his hand towards the soldiers, and said, "Accept." ”

After a brief silence, an earth-shattering cry erupted from above the hunting ground.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Major General Wan Sheng!"

Some people are happy and some are worried, not far away, Jia Zhengdao hated and threw the bow and arrow to the ground, and in the end, he still let this shaft win, he was really unwilling! I saw him gritting his teeth, sneering, calling the part that had been whipped by Zhang Jun, and whispering a few words.

Seeing his subordinates leaving, Jia Zhengdao secretly thought: "Zhuzi, let you be proud for a while, I'm afraid that you will get the white tiger and make a wedding dress for others!" ”