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Missed, still missed, the arrow clusters sank into the wind vigorously, and then fell to the snow.

At nightfall, most of the soldiers went to their tents to rest, but there were still people on the shooting range.

Shizhu panted and ran to pick up many arrows, seeing the person on the horse turn around again, she couldn't stand it: "I've been practicing for several days, I'm not in a hurry now."

"Give me an arrow." Zisang wiped off the icicles on his eyebrows, and reached out to ask for an arrow from the pink bamboo on the horse.

Beside Daxue was pacing lazily, walking up and down, glancing around from time to time.

In the distance, a few arrows were stuck obliquely on the outer ring of the grass target, crumbling in the cold wind.

Even after many days of practice, I am quite proficient at dismounting the horse, but when I lift the bow on the horse, my body becomes unstable.

Zisang loses every day in public competitions.

This is only in the army, if it is put on the battlefield, it may die hundreds of times.

As Shijun, she knew that it was unlikely that Zhou Zai would bring herself to the battlefield, but she didn't want to be seen as a drag bottle everywhere.

In the court hall, there were only courtiers with sharp tongues, so she let them be.

In the palace, everyone is talking about the real thing, she can't let go of the little pride in her heart, she has always been very good at archery.

Shoot again, and the arrow pierces through the air.

"This is a good shot, it's almost there." Seeing that an arrow finally hit the target straight, Shi Zhu was happier than pulling the big bow herself, thinking that Zisang would stop this time.

Ke Zisang still did not dismount, but continued to run around the field.

There was a loud noise from the edge of the camp, and a group of foreign sergeants got off their horses and shook the snow off their bodies by stamping their feet.

Since the troops were stationed at Jingxuanguan, Zhou Zai has been patrolling the border every day, and Fang Dongchi has made a difference.

But after coming for several days, there was no movement outside the pass.

The strangest thing is that none of the patrolmen who went to the ancestors' graves outside the pass came back.

As a result, the battle plan could not be laid out, and all the high-level generals were very angry.

When he got off the road and passed the empty school yard, he turned his head when he saw a figure.

Even if there is only a fire burning in the snow, it is as transparent as day. .

A snorting and panting horse stood in the yard, and the man on the horse was also looking at him with a bow in his hand.

Seeing the arrow that was crooked on the target in the distance and was about to fall, Zhou Zai probably guessed who was in the field.

The instructor secretly complained that the general's entourage should be replaced. This recruit Showa has a small frame and is not easy to work. He looks like a master.

This recruit Showa was defeated without a fight, and he fell off the horse at random. The general should be replaced.

I haven't said much in the past few days, I thought it was the coach who didn't bother to say it, but now it seems that I misunderstood it.

Zhou Zai took off the iron helmet on his head and held it in his hands, blowing on the cool breeze for a while, then stepped forward to pat the horse's neck, and looked at the man on the horse: "Want to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy?"

"Do not want to."

She can't say whether she wants to or not, she doesn't want to kill people, whether it's the people in Dongchi or the soldiers in Nanliang sometimes feel that they have something to do with her.

Immediately the boy once said, what does this world have to do with me.

Zhou Zai smiled: "Then why are you making things difficult for yourself?"

"It's just to protect myself, I heard you say that Dongchi is as powerful, or in the future I should abandon my armor and run away."

"If there is such a day, Zhou Zai will live up to the king's entrustment and make people protect you from fleeing south."

So one young and one old looked at each other, each with doubts and smiles with unclear meanings in their eyes.

Zisang pursed his lips, kicked the horse's belly, turned to the grass target in the distance, and hit the red heart with a bang.

This man Zhou Zai is worthy of being a veteran, he is full of tricks, and he actually sees through his mind.

My son Sang, in fact, I am standing at the border gate of Nanliang, leaning against the city, looking out, the north wind is bleak, and looking inward, there are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

In front of the enemy, the whole body is itchy, and there is some sense of solidarity.

Even the veterans who fought ten years ago at the head of the city dared to shut me up. After all, I still have the blood of the Nanliang royal family on my body, so how dare I abandon the gate and run away.

It's still the same as riding a horse at night, shoot out with one arrow, pull again, shoot again, miss, come again.

The snow finally stopped, and the well-fed soldiers all over the school grounds still did not dare to slack off in their drills.

Apart from working with the old uncles in the kitchen, Shizhu can only hang out with Zisang.

"When those people see me as a cook, they think I'm a child and don't want to deal with me."

As usual, Zisang gave half a piece of meat tucked in from the army tent to Shizhu: "That would be good for everyone, or you can go up and try."

After receiving the meat, Shi Zhu looked at several tough people on the field who were slashing their heads with weapons, and shrank her neck: "I can't beat it."

"I can't beat it either." Zisang sighed, stretching out his hands to look.

The delicate hands raised in the palace will swell and subside due to being fined to chop ice piles every day, and there are already many scars from the cold.

"But you are already very good. Now you can shoot the sword so accurately on horseback, and you can shoot even more accurately on Daxue."

Zisang's daily hard training finally had some results, except that he was still at a disadvantage when he was fighting against each other immediately, and he was still the best in archery immediately.

When riding on Daxue, it is even more powerful, but what makes Shi Zhu more depressed is that every time he tries to ride Daxue like Showa, he will be dodged by Daxue.

The shouts of all kinds of training on the school field suddenly stopped, and a group of infantry in light armor jogged in and stood still.

That is a team of several hundred, and Kuang Xun, as the commander of the station, yelled some military laws and regulations and morale-boosting words at the top, and asked them to set up accounts according to their assignments, and at the same time reminded them to pay attention to training.

As long as there is an army of Kuang Xun and Zhou Zai, training is a common thing, and it doesn't stop for a day, even if the snow is knee-deep.

When the soldiers dispersed, Daxue who was lying next to Zisang suddenly rushed into the crowd.

Marching all the way, coupled with the fact that the heavy snow is wandering around in the camp these days, everyone knows that it is a legacy from Shijun. The wolf pets or bites and plays well, so it will not make a fuss.

But when these new recruits saw the wolf as big as a pony, they scattered in shock, and some even drew their swords.

Only one of them suddenly called out, "Daxue, why are you here?"

The voice is familiar.

Looking around, Daxue had knocked down one of the sergeants in light armor and heard him from side to side, touching his face with the tip of his nose from time to time.

"Haha, haha, Daxue let me go, there are so many people."

The sergeant finally stood up from the wolf's paws, patted the snow on his body, and said to the people around him who had been nervous about him: "It's okay, we raised it at home."

Then other people who knew Daxue's identity were dumbfounded. This wolf belonged to Shijun, and the brat actually boasted that it was raised by his family.

The boy has dark skin, broad face and square cheeks. Although the sky is full and the body is strong, he doesn't look like a member of the royal family.

Daxue circled around him twice, then walked towards Zisang with three steps and three turns.

Shizhu thought she was familiar with Daxue, but this time she saw Daxue being so intimate with a new sergeant, and she was still a little bit unsatisfied: "Does this wolf in Shijun have any hobbies?"

Zisang stood up and looked at the people who were still croaking behind Daxue.

"Daxue, shouldn't you be in the palace? I haven't seen you for almost half a year, and you seem to be stronger."

"Daxue, why isn't Zisang by your side?"

"Daxue, have you gone to Baibi City, is it fun there?

"Big..." Wearing light armor, with a dark complexion, a pair of big eyes stared under thick eyebrows, staring at the man in heavy helmet in front of him for a moment.

He rushed forward with a smile: "Son..."

Sangzi received a heavy punch in the chest without shouting out. Unexpectedly, Zisang was so strong. He heard the familiar voice say, "Li Juli, I am Zhaohe."

"Zhao? Showa?" Li Juli was a little confused, so Zisang pulled him to the side.

The good-looking Shizhu followed with curiosity on his face: "So you know each other."

Zisang had no choice but to whisper in Li Juli's ear, "My current identity is Zhaohe."

Although Li Juli didn't know why, he always listened to Zisang's words, so he looked at the skinny kid next to him and said, "Of course, we are good brothers who grew up together."

"Then how do you know Daxue?"

Li Juli, who grew up in Feilie Village since he was a child, has never seen much of the world and never knows how to lie. He patted the snow and said, "Its hometown is where I am."

"Its hometown?"

"Zhuangshi Town, Xuanzhou, and the fat hunting nest in Liekou Village is its hometown."

Shizhu's doubts were even deeper, he was originally from Fengzhou, and he was located in a remote place, so he didn't know much about it, he only knew that this wolf was brought out from Baibi City by Shijun, how could his hometown be in Xuanzhou.

"Hey, don't you know?" Li Juli became proud again.

"Shijun lived in my house five or six years ago when he was young."

He talked about it almost every time he met, about his friendship with Shijun.

But there are not many people who believe him, Shi Zhu doesn't believe it: "Since Shijun is as good as you, why don't you go to Baibi City with Shijun to enjoy the blessings."

Li Juli waved his hand: "Am I like the kind of person who climbs the dragon and attaches himself to the phoenix? As hunters, if we want to eat big meat, we go up to the mountains and go into the forest by ourselves, and if we want to eat fresh fish, we go to the water and rocks by ourselves. There is no reason to rely on others." .”

When he knew Zisang's surname was Gong, he also had a dream.

If Zisang has a mouthful of good meat, he will definitely share half of it with him. From childhood to adulthood, the two of them have always split half for good wine and split for good meat.

But he still acted as if nothing had happened, bid farewell to his parents in tears, helped Zisang hide his identity, and resolutely joined the army.

"A man, you can only rely on yourself. When I go into battle, I will kill as many enemies as possible. I will be content to be the leader of a hundred soldiers."

Shi Zhu has a thin body, and has always been played as softer than a girl. Hearing Li Shili's masculinity, he is also full of enthusiasm: "Brother Li is right, I think so too."

So the matter about why Shijun lived in Li Juli's house gradually faded away, and the two talked about the future enthusiastically.

It wasn't until Shizhu was scolded by the kitchen master who was carrying the big spoon back to work, that Li Juli scratched his head and asked Zisang: "How did you become Showa, son Sang is a pretty good name."

"It's a long story, but if you have a longer memory, you will remember that I am Showa in the future."

I haven't seen him for more than half a year. Li Juli is darker and taller than he remembered.

"Okay, but if you put on this outfit, it's really not easy to find out that it's a woman. The bow on your back looks good."

Zisang took down the bow and showed it to Li Juli. It was the only thing she took out from the palace that Li Juli could learn from.

"Try it."

This bow looks simple and unpretentious, but it has a lot of background. Eunuch Fu An specially went to the warehouse to select it carefully.

It is said that it was made by Gongyijin in those years. Although Gongyijin had never been on the battlefield, he liked to ride and shoot soldiers and horses on weekdays, so he forged many handy weapons for himself.

This bow is one of them. Compared with ordinary strong bows, it is lighter in the hand, but the tension is excellent.

Li Juli took it in his hand and pulled it, gestured a few times, only knew that he thought it was good, but his archery skills have always been very bad, so he could only laugh a few times: "I still like to cut directly with a knife."

As the name suggests, Li Juli is good at one-on-one with beasts.