Chapter 234 Calling a deer a horse
“Dong, dong, dong…”
On the military camp grounds, the sound of drums became lower and lower until they disappeared.
The calm voice of the white-robed officer, the son of Duke Zhen, who was revered as the "little prince", echoed clearly in the school grounds.
At the same time, a group of middle and low-level officers also echoed, saying in unison:
"General Zhao, please perform martial arts!"
The air solidified for a moment.
In an instant, the sights of countless soldiers in the square formation of thousands of people gathered together, with strange excitement in their eyes.
Zhao Duan faced the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, his expression was natural, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was slightly raised.
His eyes fell on Tang Ping, who was holding an iron bow in front of him, and on the polished armor, he seemed to be quite surprised and smiled at the two people beside him: "Who can explain, what kind of tradition is this? "
Next to him, Mo Chou's expression was extremely ugly.
She glanced past Tang Ping's armor and looked at the commander of the Shenji Battalion with an unkind look in her eyes. She said slowly: "Commander Shi, why don't you explain it to me? I'm also curious about this so-called tradition. very."
ton!
Shi Meng, who was as tall as a hill, had his Adam's apple rolling, swallowed hard, and clearly noticed the murderous look in the eyes of the "female prime minister":
"I..."
The autumn weather was no longer hot, but he was suddenly sweating profusely.
There is only one thought in my mind: It’s going to be bad!
When Xue Shence asked him to come over, he specifically said not to give Zhao Duan any excuses. After he came back, he also gave repeated orders.
Including this young master, he also warned me.
Unexpectedly, the senior generals were still obedient, but this group of middle and low-level military attachés rebelled.
Thinking of this, Shi Meng felt a surge of anger in his heart, and his eyes looking at Tang Ping became a little gloomy.
He realized that he had been too tolerant to this martial arts disciple in the past, so much so that he had lost his majesty.
"Tang Ping, who told you to talk like this? Someone, pull him down!"
Shi Meng scolded in a deep voice.
Next to them, the expressions of a group of senior generals also changed suddenly, and they were ready to take action.
"etc!"
Zhao Duan raised his hand to interrupt. He was smiling and seemed to have no anger at all.
Even though he is in the military, he is still calm and composed:
"Why is General Shi so angry? I came to Shenji Camp today to perform my duties. I am a member of the army. There is no need to shy away from any traditions. Hehe, I would also like to hear it."
Commanding people, he can barely bear the title of "general".
Shi Meng looked embarrassed and had no choice but to explain:
"There is indeed an old rule in the army. When a new general takes office, in order to show his military attaché spirit, he must conduct martial arts exercises with the whole army... practice more bows, horses and archery...
However, this outdated custom has been abandoned for many years, and it is just an unwritten rule... Zhao Qian should ignore it. "
Mochou's expression changed, and then she remembered that there was indeed such a rule.
It’s just that no one mentioned it for years.
Therefore, no one expected that this group of military attachés, who were deliberately trying to embarrass Zhao Duan, would turn out this ancient rule.
It caught everyone off guard.
"Well, is that so..."
Zhao Duan nodded, looked at the white-robed Qianhu with strange eyes, and said with a smile:
"Tang Ping...I know you, is Duke Zhen Guo your father-in-law?"
Hearing this, the young military attache wearing a silver helmet and holding a powerful bow slowly raised his head.
Tang Ping's eyes were sharp. Although he considered himself a general, his eyes and demeanor were on par with Zhao Duan.
His eyes were scrutinizing, and it was obviously his first time meeting the famous Zhao Duan.
His expression was full of arrogance, and there was a hint of contempt in his eyes: "Reporting to Zhao Qianshi, I am Tang Ping of Qianhu, and there are no sons of princes in the army. If Qianshi is unwilling to perform martial arts, I will retreat. Don’t be an eyesore in front of the superiors.”
Every word is cold.
Strong sentences.
As Mochou said, Dayu's military discipline was strict, so even if he deliberately targeted him, this "little prince" would use a method that complied with the rules.
At this moment, he was retreating in order to advance, looking obedient.
However, everyone present knew that before these thousands of soldiers, if Zhao Duan really refused to abide by the tradition, he ordered these low-level young military attachés to retreat.
In just one day, this newly appointed commander will become the laughing stock of the entire army.
Cowards are never welcome in the military!
After Tang Ping said this, when Zhao Duan was silent, he shook his head, the disdain in his eyes became more intense, and turned around to leave.
I thought that this famous Zhao was indeed as miserable as those officers and soldiers said.
Yes, unbearable!
As the son of the Duke of Zhenguo, Tang Ping is a very pure soldier.
He was completely uninterested in the struggle at court.
But after all, they are from a martial arts family, so they are not so short-sighted that they really look down on the civil servants.
In fact, even during the days when Zhao Duan's reputation was at its worst, Tang Ping didn't have much ill feelings toward him.
Because... I don’t like it!
Yes, from his perspective, even though he was only a mere thousand households for the time being, he never felt that the Empress's favorites were worthy of attention.
It wasn't until the rise of Zhao Duan in recent months that this name came to mind, but that's all.
What really caught his attention was the fact that in recent days, many officers in the army mentioned this person.
His words revealed many dirty things about this person.
It doesn't matter if your heart is evil and your hands are poisonous, and your anger will be repaid.
Tang Ping was never a moral saint.
It’s just that I’ve heard from colleagues many times that this person relied on his body to get to the top. His cultivation level barely reached the level of mortal beings, but he suddenly became a favored minister based on his face. It was inevitable that he felt shameful.
But what really made the young officers of the Shenji Battalion angry was the imperial edict for promotion.
He jumped from the sixth grade to the fourth grade, and even airborne to take up a post in the Shenji Camp.
This news instantly ignited the anger of the young officers.
Since ancient times, anyone who can be appointed as a fourth-grade military attache must have meritorious service in the military, or be proficient in military skills, or at worst, have outstanding martial arts.
And for a first-time mortal, without any military exploits, to crush a bunch of military attachés just by relying on his so-called "credits" for catching rebels and fighting against courtiers. How could he not make people mentally unbalanced?
A group of restless young military attachés immediately found the young prince to express their dissatisfaction.
As a descendant of the Wuxun family, Tang Ping naturally shares the same hatred.
Only then did he have the power to display his power in front of the entire army today.
…
At this moment, Tang Ping shook his head and turned around, and was about to leave when he was suddenly stopped.
"Since it is tradition, I have no reason not to abide by it." Zhao Duan said with a smile.
Tang Ping paused and turned around in surprise.
Surprisingly, I dared to accept this embroidered pillow with low cultivation level.
Mochou was also stunned for a moment, frowned, and wanted to say something, but held back.
She wanted to remind that the large iron-tied bows in this army were different from the ordinary wooden bows. They were not of the same level at all.
In the battle formation, life and death are at stake, and the bows used by the soldiers are labor-saving and light.
As for the large bow used in martial arts, it would be difficult to pull it open unless one has incredible physical strength.
Even if you pull, it is difficult to control the accuracy due to little training.
Although Zhao Duan was also serving in the Forbidden Army at the beginning, he was working as a guard in the palace.
I know how to use a bow and arrow, but no matter how good my archery skills are... I can't say that.
She was worried that Zhao Duan wouldn't be able to use this iron-tied bow and would make a fool of himself in public, so he might as well not fight.
"Zhao Qian, don't get angry with him..."
Shi Meng wanted to dissuade him, but was stopped by a look from Zhao Duan.
The next second, Zhao Duan stepped forward and took the iron bow that was nearly half the height of a man from Tang Ping with one hand.
As soon as I took it, my wrist sank slightly!
You can see its weight.
He couldn't even hold the bow... Tang Ping shook his head, took a few steps back, and glanced back.
Immediately, the young generals who followed him rushed out and set up targets fifty steps away, one hundred steps away, one hundred fifty steps away, and two hundred steps away.
"General, please."
The young master in white robes and silver helmet took a few steps back, raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and said louder:
"Cheer for the general!"
"Dong, dong, dong..."
Immediately, there was a low drum sound again.
In an instant, the atmosphere on the campus suddenly became serious, and thousands of soldiers had glaring eyes.
Zhao Duan just smiled, still looking as usual, and casually pulled out a wrought iron arrow with pure white tail feathers from the quiver.
Bow and arrow.
"Crunch——"
A low and sharp sound sounded, and the bow and arrow slowly opened in a semicircle - this is the normal level of a mortal martial artist.
"Buzz."
Zhao Duan shot an arrow, and the arrow pulled out an afterimage under the strong kinetic energy.
But it was a high arc, in full view of everyone, grazing the edge of the target a hundred steps away and stabbing straight into the ground.
With a pop, half of it was submerged, and its tail feathers vibrated slightly.
Missed.
At this moment, the drumming stopped suddenly, and the warm atmosphere on the school field was suffocated!
The young generals watching the show were also stunned.
It seems that he didn't expect that this embroidered pillow's archery skills would be so mediocre.
It's just a hundred steps. If you don't hit the target, you can't even hit the target.
That's it?
Is he also qualified to be a fourth-grade commander?
"laugh……"
Vaguely, someone in the crowd seemed to chuckle.
Mo Chou and Shi Meng's expressions also changed slightly. They didn't feel gloating about their misfortune, they only had headaches.
I don’t know how it will end next.
Tang Ping was also stunned for a moment, looking at Zhao Duan with unconcealed contempt, but he did not sneer.
But suddenly I felt that it was a bit unnecessary for me to spend so much time and effort to show off my power.
Such a mediocre person...
However, in the eyes of countless people, they were either scornful, ridiculed, stunned, or confused.
However, Zhao Duan just put down his iron bow with a calm expression, and asked with a smile: "How about my arrow?"
"Pah...pah..."
In the silent atmosphere, Hou Renmeng and Qian Kerou clapped their hands and cheered at the same time, with serious expressions:
"Your Excellency hit the bullseye with one arrow, you are so amazing and talented."
(End of chapter)