All the civil ministers and military generals moved outside the hall together to watch the archery competition.

The contestants are on the temple platform, and there are six arrow targets under the field. In ancient times, the length of the front and back feet was measured, about one meter, and the arrow target eighty steps away was more than eighty meters.

"Mr. Song, your hard crossbow is equivalent to a five-hundred-pound bow, so you can't say that I bullied you, right?" Bach pointed to the bow and crossbow in Song Che's hand and said.

"Don't bully, don't bully, it's just ......" Song Che pointed to the arrow target in the square and said: "I think this arrow target is too close, in our Liang army, only those who can 'penetrate Yang in a hundred steps' can be called a divine shooter, His Royal Highness the Prince is so brave, no matter how can there be a distance of one hundred and twenty or thirty steps, right?" ”

"This Liang man is really joking, one hundred and twenty or thirty steps, you're afraid you can't even see the bull's-eye, right?"

"It's just that even archery can only be done with a hard crossbow, and it is really beyond our strength to dare to challenge such a long distance!"

"Mr. Song, I am fearless, don't say one hundred and twenty or thirty steps, even one hundred and fifty steps away, I can still shoot the bull's-eye. It's you, if you miss the target again and again, it's not your face that you will lose, but the face of the Daliang people. Bach was dismissive.

Song Che smiled slightly, "Don't hide it from Your Highness, Song was born with excellent eyesight, and he can see it all within a radius of three miles, one hundred and twenty or thirty steps, no problem." ”

If it is eighty steps to shoot an arrow, Song Che really has no advantage at all, but if he can push the distance back again, the role of the telescope will come out, and Bach's disadvantage will be more obvious.

Using one's own strengths and attacking others' shortcomings is the way to win.

"Since Mr. Song is so confident, then order someone to move the arrow target back fifty steps."

The target was retreated to 130 meters away, and there was only a small amount of red bullseye left, coupled with the gray snow and the cold wind blowing from time to time, under many conditions, it was not easy to hit the red heart.

"Mr. Song, will you come first, or will I come first?" Bach asked.

Song Che made a gesture of invitation and motioned for him to come first.

Bach grabbed an arrow, put it on the bowstring, and pulled it so hard that the bow and arrow "gurgled", and he aimed at the target for a moment, and the arrow came out of the string with a "whoosh".

In the blink of an eye, the arrow hits the bull's-eye!

"Okay!"

"The third prince is worthy of being a hero on the grassland! You can hit the bullseye at such a distance! ”

"Yes, it's no worse than the Great Khan back then!"

The ministers clapped their horses and shouted.

Looking at Timur's face was full of pride and appreciation. And the eldest prince and the second prince on his side, one is jealous, and the other is disdainful.

The expressions of these Hu kings and ministers, Song Che saw them all in his eyes.

"Second arrow! Hit the bullseye again! ”

"The third piece! Hit the outer ring! ”

"Harm! There must have been a gust of wind blowing just now, otherwise it would have hit the bull's-eye! ”

This result is quite good, but Bach is still a little annoyed, which shows that he is very competitive.

"Mr. Song, for the last target, I see that you are a guest, so let you, you have to seize the opportunity." Bach patted Song Che on the shoulder.

Song Che didn't say anything, took out the binoculars, pressed them on the bow and crossbow, and looked for the bullseye through the lens like he had hunted before.

Breathe deeply......

Wait for the wind to stop......

Find the right moment and pull the trigger!

"Whoosh!"

between the electric light and flint.

"Medium...... Hit! It's also a bull's-eye! ”

"This guy must have shit luck!"

"Whoosh!"

"Again...... Hit again! ”

"How is this possible, he-"

"Whoosh!"

"Three arrows in a row, all center!"

The ministers were all shocked by this operation and couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Laugh at! When Lao Tzu was playing with guns, you were still playing with birds! Song Che put away the binoculars, threw the bow and crossbow to Bach, and gave a slight salute: "Then, I will thank His Royal Highness the Prince for his generosity on behalf of the slaves." ”

"Humph!"

Bach threw his bow and arrow and grabbed Song Che's wrist: "It was Prince Ben's mistake before, of course I can't be convinced, let's fight again!" ”

"Great Khan! The last general also wants to compete with this Mr. Song! ”

"Great Khan! Pleaded with me to wrestle with him! ”

"Great Khan—"

"Enough!"

Timur's face was gloomy, and he was faintly angry: "After losing three games in a row, aren't you ashamed enough?" All the ministers are staying outside the palace, and Ben Khan wants to talk to Mr. Song about a few serious things! ”

After finishing speaking, he walked into the main hall with his three sons.

The ministers stopped. Song Che happily followed, but just as he was about to step into the threshold, Arhan grabbed his hand and admonished him: "Mr. Song, please be cautious in your words and deeds. ”

Song Che snorted lightly, shook off Arhan's hand, and strode into the palace.

Timur sat back on the throne and first asked with a smile: "Is Mr. Song used to living in the house?" Are servants and concubines still comfortable? ”

Song Che said politely: "I, a foreign envoy, the Great Khan can treat each other with the courtesy of princes and nobles, I am really grateful. ”

"How about staying with me?" Timur asked again.

Song Che was silent for a moment, shook his head and sighed: "Song is a Liang person, and if he stays, he is afraid that he will be disliked." Besides, as the envoy of the Great Liang, I should go back with the diplomatic results to return to the emperor, so the Great Khan's kindness Song has a heart——"

"Mr. Song, don't you know what to do, the princess has given you as a wife and concubine, and you can be regarded as the son-in-law of my clan, why don't you stay!" The Sultan said.

Song Che only used silence to replace his position and answer.

"Well, Mr. Song doesn't need to be too anxious to reply to this matter, go back and think about it slowly—but," Timur said, and the conversation changed:

"Mr. Song has also seen when he entered the palace that my Hu country soldiers are brave and brave, and there are millions of soldiers in the headquarters plus various tribes and tribes.

Song Che smiled faintly and said: "Daliang has just recovered the north, and the war with Dijon has not yet subsided. ”

"Oh? Mr. Song, as an envoy of the Great Liang, how can he be ambitious and destroy his prestige? Timur asked with a smile.

"Song is just talking about things, Daliang has been affected by internal and external factors such as Japanese bandits, Miao bandits, Dijon and so on in recent years, and it is indeed very difficult, but it is still standing, which is enough to show the determination of the army and people of Daliang to unite and resist the enemy," Song Che said to Timur:

"In the face of a united nation like ours, if the Great Khan moves south, whether it succeeds or fails, it will definitely not gain anything."

"Mr. Song, you also think too highly of your country, right? If you can't get any benefits, then how did Beiliang come about? The second prince Kuimu asked.

Song Che said calmly: "As early as when I entered the main hall, I debated with your country's ministers, Beiliang is just a barren place, and my Liang Dynasty didn't take it seriously at all, but your country regarded it as a treasure to show off;

Eight years ago, Hu and Daliang fought in the northwest, and after four years of fighting, our dynasty was forced to cede land and sue for peace because of Dijon's southward movement;

In the fierce battle of Hu Liang, both sides buried more than 100,000 bones, which was really a big loss;

So, Song asked a question: At the cost of more than 100,000 soldiers, in exchange for a barren and chicken-ribbed northern cool land, do you think this business is worth it? ”