There is no entertainment in this era, and the Lanzhou Military Competition is a rare opportunity to open the eyes of the people of the city. Wu Yingying also allowed the people of the city, even the craftsmen to be slaves, to watch the big tournament in their respective areas. This is also a good opportunity to demonstrate the military prestige of Lanzhou. The people are under the control of the sergeants on weekdays, and they are somewhat resentful, but after watching the contest today, they know that people also eat according to their ability, at least they are protected by these evil gods, there are no barbarians and thieves to plunder outside, and there are no scoundrels and scoundrels harassing inside, and the life is better than the earlier border county capital.

Today's wind and sunshine are beautiful, not only seventy or eighty percent of the households in the city, but also many households in the suburban settlements also come to watch, plus the non-commissioned officers of each battalion who are not on duty, there are 30,000 or 40,000 people on the periphery of the entire venue, and the cheers are one after another, and it is very lively. Many traders took the opportunity to peddle various snacks in the venue and made a lot of gains.

"Don't look at Captain Mi's appearance is not amazing, but he is the first master of cavalry archery in my Lanzhou Army. Wu Yingying explained in a low voice to Huang Wen and Zhou Hou, who were watching the battle. As soon as Huang Wen's confinement was full, Wu Yingying took pity on her for being depressed in the house for a long time, and took advantage of the warmer weather on this day to take her to watch the sergeant competition. At this moment, her whole body is wrapped in a thick bearskin robe, and her body looks even more petite and lovable.

"Several maids in the house have taken a fancy to him, and he doesn't look amazing. Huang Wen pursed her lips and said with a smile. Mi Di is a hybrid of the Hu and Han people in the Western Regions in the Tuhun army, and his appearance does not lose the gentleness of the Han people, but also has the handsomeness of the people of the Western Regions, and is quite popular in Lanzhou City. The only drawback is that he is relatively short, more than five feet and less than six feet, similar to ordinary Song people. Because of this, once Mi Di rode on a tall horse, he immediately made up for this regret, and the height of the person depends on the length of the legs, and the four horse legs are simply a tall and handsome prince charming. It just so happened that Mi Di was also riding a white horse. Looking at Huang Wen and Zhou Hou beside him looking at Mi Di who was proud in the field with some appreciation, Wu Yingying could only slander.

At this time, the audience also noticed this contest of good talents, and five out of ten stops stopped to watch Mi Di and the sergeant test horse shooting. The man was also a man of high heart, and he ran half a circle in a circle, turned around and opened his bow one hundred and thirty paces away from the target, and looked back at the moon, and the arrow went straight into the bull's-eye. The horses ran by, and he came back with a lap, this time without showing off too much, but sandwiching two arrows between his fingers at the same time, and after the first arrow was fired, he almost fired another arrow, and the two arrows seemed to pierce the bull's-eye in succession. Even the arrows, the audience suddenly set off a thunderous cheer, seeing such a wonderful horse shooting, everyone sighed that it was really worth the trip.

"Sister, look, that sergeant seems to be even more handsome than Captain Mi!" Zhou Hou didn't care if Wu Yingying was unhappy, and pulled Huang Wen to point at the sergeant who had just used the stunt of the beaded arrows. She has been in Lanzhou for a long time, and she has gradually accepted some martial arts, not only can she appreciate poetry and songs, but also appreciate the style of athletes. On the podium sat the dependents of the captains, including Zhu Huilan, the wife of the commander of the Left Army, and the wife of the captain of the White Feather Battalion, Yu Furenliang, and other women, all pointing and pointing at the field, laughing and playing, which is also a relic of Tang Feng.

When Mi Di saw that the limelight was overshadowed, he was even more angry, and simply coiled his horse one hundred and fifty paces away. In this era, one hundred and fifty steps is extremely difficult for riding and archery, Rao is like this, this Mi Di also unexpectedly performed fancy actions such as hiding in stirrups on the horse, which provoked many ladies on the stage to scream and cheer for him, and Wu Yingying, who watched it, sighed in his heart, this person is really in love, if he was on the battlefield, he would have been shot, stabbed to death, and fallen to death countless times.

It's a pity that Mi Di only heard the sound of color on all sides, and couldn't hear Wu Yingying's vicious criticism in his heart, the blood of Hu Ren's love on his body was almost boiling, and before the horse was about to pass the arrow target, he suddenly stood up from the horse, just stood on the horse, and used the technique of a series of arrows, with the sound of a bowstring that was almost three times connected into one breath, the arrow shot into the middle of the arrow target one hundred and fifty steps away like a meteor catching the moon, which was really amazing.

The spectators on all sides were a little stunned for a while, and the whole venue was almost silent for a moment, and then burst out into a whirlwind of cheers, and for a long time, the sergeant who fought against Mi Di also seemed to be a little depressed, and he circled his horse to a hundred and fifty paces away, and also fired three arrows in a row, he did not dare to hold it up, these three arrows were all fired from sitting on a horse. The first two arrows hit the bull's-eye steadily. Perhaps a little nervous, or just in the face of a gust of wind, the third arrow grazed the edge of the target. Seeing that the sergeant hung up his bow in frustration, the audience seemed to sigh in unison, deeply sorry for him, after all, his archery skills were extremely rare. Then, the audience burst into a stormy cheer, and even Wu Yingying applauded vigorously with a smile on his face, turned his head to Huang Wen and said, "This Ma Jing of the White Feather Battalion lost to Xin Gu in his spearmanship just now, and he is a rare talent. ”

Huang Wen nodded yes, and then pointed to the Jinfan Battalion and Jincheng Battalion sergeants who had been running on the edge of the field, and said, "Husband, is it really necessary for these soldiers to run so hard with their loads?"

Wu Yingying nodded and said with a smile: "Don't look at the inconspicuous march with heavy loads, and when you start a battle, it is more effective than any combat skill." The battlefield situation is changing rapidly, and the sergeants are commanded to run back and forth, and whether they can have the physical strength to survive to the last moment is the key to victory. At worst, those who run faster than slower have more chances of survival. Although his reply was solemn, the last sentence was witty, causing everyone around him to chuckle. Wu Yingying looked at the two teams that were running on the field, but his face couldn't help but become solemn.

The Jincheng Battalion, which had just been formed in March, actually pulled down the distance of the old camp Jinfan Battalion founded by Wu Yingying himself. The cold winter has not gone, the sergeants on both sides are sweating, the sergeants of the Jincheng battalion are running at a neat pace, the first page and the blade make a rhythmic sonorous sound, which re-attracted the attention of the audience, the households still can't see anything, the thousands of onlookers can know the strength of this heavy march, which sergeant is not trained by this method to live is better than dead, the performance of the Jincheng battalion at present greatly exceeds the expectations of the sergeants, and many veterans of the Jiangnan army can't help but feel shameless.

Unexpectedly, this Jincheng camp, which had no intention of inserting willows, turned out to be an eel in the pond of my Lanzhou army. Wu Yingying muttered in a low voice.