Xue Pu said that the bow and arrow competition actually fell into the hands of this Iga Takamaru, since he is a master of the art of war, then the strongest killing technique on the ancient battlefield is the bow and arrow.

If archery is used correctly, a marksman can solve several times his own enemies in a fierce battle.

And Iga Takamaru, who is a master of the art of war, is best at bows and arrows.

The Asian archery of the traditional bow is different from the Mediterranean archery in Europe, and the Eastern bow and arrow, the arrow is on the outside of the bow arm, and the bow arm does not have an arrow ring, and the thumb buckle method is used, so it is more advantageous for mounted archery and continuous fire.

However, for newcomers, because the arrow is on the outside of the back of the bow, the trajectory of the arrow is inaccurate.

As a veteran, the trajectory of the arrow can be obtained by turning the wrist to get a perfect perspective.

Xue Pu knew the difference, Zhou Yunfeng was also a newcomer to bows and arrows, so he couldn't see the trajectory of the ballistics, and he shot blindly.

And for Grandmaster-level Iga Takamaru, such a competition is nothing more than a sniper versus a blind man.

The little old man, Iga Takamaru, glanced at Zhou Yunfeng's arms, although they were thick and powerful, there were no calluses on their hands.

is obviously a little newcomer, and he is even more mocking in his heart: "I can win the heart in the 100 meters, and he is a competitor who will miss the target in the five meters." ”

Iga Takamaru did not look down on Zhou Yunfeng, but the red heart in this hundred meters is a magic skill that he has cultivated over time, and the power of the bow and arrow on the ancient battlefield lies mostly in the firepower coverage when firing a salvo, that is, a real archer, and the arrow shot is only an approximate position eighty steps away.

At the time of 100 meters, the power of the arrow has decreased, and it is already a rare magic arrow in the world to be able to hit the heart.

As for newcomers, when Xue Pucai learned the traditional bow and arrow, due to the hardness of the bowstring and the fact that he didn't know the trajectory, he was also five meters off the target and ten meters at the bird.

The compound of the Cultural Relics Bureau used to be a playground for military training, with a circumference of seven or eight hundred meters.

It is rented for a traditional bow club on weekdays.

The two sides stood in the shooting range, looking at the target from a distance of 70 meters.

The sun is shining on a summer afternoon, the shining earth is hot, and the long wind blows on the playground, and there is a cloud of smoke and dust.

After the smoke and dust, it is a target that is difficult to see with the naked eye, and Zhou Yunfeng is a 400-degree myopia.

Zhou Yunfeng's knife holder was a little worried in his neck, but Xue Pu had an idea, pulled Zhou Yunfeng's ear and smiled slightly, and talked to him like this for a long time.

"Hey, hey, big old iron, you're quite treacherous! A little bit of my resourcefulness! Zhou Yunfeng's squinting eyes snickered.

Sakura Momoko wore a big sunhat and dressed as a European nobleman, standing in the crowd, watching Zhou Yunfeng secretly send Qiu Bo to her: "Zhou Sang, dry daddy!" ”

Zhou Yunfeng was very happy: "Ollie gives!" ”

The other people present were also calm and silent, knowing that Xue Pu had saved Zhou Yunfeng's life.

are waiting to see Zhou Yunfeng make a fool of himself.

Dwarf Zhang Fei Wang Xiaodong scolded and scolded: "He's a girl, what do you compare with a raw melon egg!" Won't this master of your country be fake, why can't you compare with grinding and chirping! ”

Who knew that before Wang Xiaodong's words fell, everyone was collectively shocked, and they could hear it on the shooting range...

Bang –

Bang –

Bang –

I saw Iga Takamaru, reaching out for the arrow, opening the bow and buckling the string, opening the bow for the full moon, and the arrows were fired continuously!

Ten bowstring sounds, and there were already ten more arrow clusters on the red heart of the arrow target seventy meters away, and Zhou Yunfeng was instantly stunned and applauded: "I'm going to be!" ”

Who knew that this little old man was still a soft man who didn't eat hard, and he heard Zhou Yunfeng's praise and bowed to Zhou Yunfeng: "It's ugly!" ”

The little old man was very calm, tidied up his clothes, retreated to the stage and handed the bow and arrow to Zhou Yunfeng, pretending to be sincere and laughing: "Hehe, Zhou Sang is here!" ”

Professor Jia Wenwen pushed his glasses and said, "What a master's demeanor!" ”

As a result, Zhou Yunfeng, who was bowing and arrows, suddenly sank his arms.

This bow is not heavy, but it is a traditional bow with a high weight, with a full 70 pounds of tension.

Although Zhou Yunfeng's arm strength can be pulled apart, but he has not been trained, this bowstring is strained, normal people can't even pull a fifty-pound bow steadily, and they are even more dissatisfied.

Wrong! How is Zhou Yunfeng pulling the bow! No, did he learn the way he opened the bow from the TV series? With a traditional Asian bow, using the Mediterranean archery!? The audience was blindsided.

This man is poisonous!

I just saw that Zhou Yunfeng didn't use the big fingers of the traditional Asian bow to pull the string, but actually used the four fingers of his right hand to pull the bowstring, and put the bow and arrow on the left side of the back of the bow.

This is a typical Mediterranean style of shooting, wait, what is he shaking, he is clearly shaking without pulling the bow!

Zhou Yunfeng's right hand was strangled by the bowstring and was about to bleed, and he saw that his fingers began to turn purple.

You must know that although the Mediterranean shooting method can aim, it cannot hold the arrow down, and there are problems with accuracy and speed.

Once Zhou Yunfeng opened the bow, it was easy to get out of his hand, and the arrow flew out, and it would inevitably hit the bird.

Such a pure amateur shooting posture made Sakura Momoko purse her lips and smiled: "Hahaha, Zhou Sang is really humorous and uninhibited, and his behavior is different from that of mortals!" ”

Xue Pu complained: "I'll wipe it, can you see this?" ”

When the Japanese side was proud, who knew that this week Yunfeng put away his bow and said: "It's not comparable, it's boring to compare like this, you are all in the ten rings, and I will be tied if I hit the ten rings." ”

After that, Zhou Yunfeng threw the bow back to the weapon master, Iga Takamaru.

Iga Takamaru had some questions: "Zhou San, what do you mean by working!" ”

Xue Pu snickered on the side, holding the folding fan that the "Measuring Ruler" turned into in his hand, slowly fanning the wind, leaning on the shady corner of the wall to enjoy the coolness.

The heart said: "Now Iga Takamaru is going to be slapped in the face~~"

Zhou Yunfeng said: "I said that we both signed the life and death certificates, can we not stimulate it later?" Immediately, Zhou Yunfeng took out the two apples he had eaten when he was a guest just now.

Zhou Yunfeng said: "Hehehe, since it is an archery competition, it will be exciting." Come on, I'll put the apple on your head, and you won't move, so that you won't get out of the way when I shoot. ”

As he spoke, he put the apple on Iga Takamaru's head.

Iga Takamaru's face turned green: "What do you mean!" "His moon head is light in the middle, and the helmets of ancient Japanese samurai do not have a protective structure like Chinese helmets.

If the helmet of a samurai is worn with hair, if someone attacks the head, the helmet rubs against the scalp and tears the scalp off.

So they shaved the top of their heads, and tied their hair in a bun around them, turning them into moon heads.

Now it just so happens that there is no hair on the top of this Iga Takamaru, so you can put apples.

"Eh, you see you're bald on the top of your head, just in time for the apple!" Zhou Yunfeng was strong, the rickety little old man, who was his opponent than strength, was held down by Zhou Yunfeng, like an old man catching a chicken, and put a big apple on his head alive.

Zhou Yunfeng said: "Gao Maru, this life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky!" It's not that I can't live with you, it's just that the rules are all good. We compare arrows, and the rules are set by me.

A master's move is life and death in one round, wait a while, I shoot the apple on your head, if I miss an arrow, I lose, if I shoot you to death and wound, I will lose! After that, it's you who, and that's the real men's competition. ”

"Nani! What the heck! what，fu ck！ Iga Takamaru's face was confused.

Looking at Zhou Yunfeng's trembling and unsteady bowed hand, it seemed that there was a cerebral thrombosis patient.

The unusually shaky hands, the tips of the arrows that moved up and down, one moment traced on Iga Takamaru's neck, and the next moment it was the slightest carelessness of the root of life, it would hang up, and it was a seventy-pound armor-piercing bow!

Oh, my God! In the mortal situation, the master of the art of war also began to tremble.

Look at his face turning green!

Zhou Yunfeng complained: "Eh, you have cerebral blood acid!" Tut-tut, if you move around, I can't shoot if you can't shoot, but you lose! Isn't it fun? ”

Just look at Zhou Yunfeng's hands are shaking more and more.

Suddenly, a long wind on the grass squinted Zhou Yunfeng's eyes: "Oops, squint!" I'm not aiming at this gale, so let's shoot! ”

Everyone present is petrified, this is not a competition, but the rhythm of shooting!