Chapter 128: gap

Chapter 128
Because there are too many people taking the test, the riding and shooting test is not conducted separately. On the side of the school field, a total of two hundred targets are lined up. Candidates show their shooting skills for every two hundred people in order.
Riding and shooting is actually to assess three items. The first is riding, the second is shooting, and the third is naturally riding and shooting.
But this year's Yanwu Academy exams are a bit special. Dean Zhou is good at advocating that the riding part be erased. In the words of his elders, Da Sui did his best in the country but only two pure cavalry teams. These candidates are basically useless than riding, because the generals of the two cavalry are selected and removed by their Majesty. Even if the candidates of the performance martial arts school are excellent, they will not have the opportunity to enter the military training after three years. The probability of those two cavalry is almost zero.
There is no competition for riding, and the last two are directly performed.
Shooting and riding shooting.
Two hundred people shoot arrows at the same time, ten arrows each. Five fixed shots and five sports shots.
Fang Xie was the third batch of candidates to enter the field. When others were shooting arrows, he stood quietly watching. I looked very carefully and seemed to want to remember every detail. On the target side, the soldiers drawn from the right armour are responsible for recording the results of the candidates. Qiu Yu, a professor of Yanwu Academy in charge of proctoring, stood behind the target. She didn't seem to be worried that she could hurt herself by shooting a feather arrow in the air.
Seeing that he was going to play soon, Fang Jie squatted down and trimmed his boots. Use the found straw rope to tie the boot barrel to your calf, insert the hem of the robe into the belt, and then tie the sleeves with the straw rope. When I was ready, I heard the cry of the proctor.
"next batch!"
Fang Xie breathed slowly for a few times, and looked at the ten bows in his step bow and arrow pot. On the target side, the right-back soldier, who was responsible for recording the results, pulled down the feather arrows on the target to collect them, and then backed behind the bunker again. With the sound of a gong, Fang Jie's group of 200 candidates stood straight in a row where the white line was drawn.
Fixed shooting is divided into five parts. Candidates first go to the first white line seventy steps away from the target, shoot an arrow, then quickly retreat, and then shoot an arrow on the way back. Then retreat eighty steps away from the target, stand and shoot an arrow, and then quickly retreat to shoot an arrow. And so on. There were five white lines, withdrawing four times and shooting nine arrows. The last arrow required candidates to quickly switch positions at a distance of 120 steps from the target and shoot the tenth arrow while running.
The time to complete the shooting competition, the pace of the running, plus the accuracy and comprehensive score.
Speaking of rules is not complicated, but how easy is it to shoot these ten arrows well? The step bows they used were crafted by Dasui's Weapon Workshop, and sending the arrows to the feathers was a breeze. But having said that, you must know that in fact, when you shoot an arrow at a distance of more than 70 steps, you have to calculate the arc landing point when the arrow flies out. Retreating to a distance of 110 steps to launch a bow, the distance that the arrow flies in mid-air is so long that even a trace of wind can change the trajectory of the feather arrow.
And it is also difficult to complete the precise shooting while running.
Fang Xie tied the arrow pot to his back and adjusted it to a position where he could pull out the feather arrow by raising his hand. First, I pulled the bowstring a few times to adjust to the strength of the bow. Before he started, he looked down for a small stone, clasped it between his fingers and shot it with a step bow. He kept watching the movement of the stone until it landed, and Fang Xie remembered the hand when he shot the stone.
The second time the sound of the gong sounded, Fang Jie immediately raised his hand and took out the first feather arrow from the pot of arrow on the back. Without any aiming action, he pulled the bow and fired the arrow in one go. The first arrow is seventy steps away from the target, and a fixed shot at this distance is not difficult for Fang Jie.
After the first arrow shot out, Fang Jie didn't even see if the arrow hit. He didn't turn around and run out for a distance like other people, and then turned back to aim, but a little under his feet, his body floated backwards like a kite carried by the wind. The left and right feet alternated, and the body rushed back and forth galloping back and forth. When the points flew up, Fang Jie had pulled the feather arrow out of the arrow pot. When the body fell to the ground, the bowstrings were full, leaped again, and the arrows flew out.
His feet alternated several times, and Fang retreated to the second white line 80 steps away from the target. Draw arrows, shoot out, and then retreat back, draw arrows, shoot out, and move.
When Fang retreated to the third white line ninety steps away from the target, there were not many candidates who kept a distance with him. Zhang Kuang, who was about ten meters away from Fang Jie, had suffered some injuries before, but still showed amazing qualities in this pure military examination. When Fang Xie shot the third arrow back, he took a moment to glance at both sides of himself. He found that Zhang Kuang was slightly faster than himself, about half a step ahead.
On the other side, Yu Xiao, the son of General Zuoweiwei, Yu Manlou, was almost parallel to Fang Xie. Obviously, General Yu Manlou has very strict requirements on his son. Yu Xiao's bow and archery movements are extremely standard, and even the instructors who train recruits cannot do better than him.
Different from Fang Xie's point vertical, Yu Xiao's shooting art seems to be more solid than Fang Xie. He ran his arrows back while running, and almost every arrow was sent out with a little aim.
Farther away, there are also a few people with excellent skills and the speed of Fangjie is comparable, of the ten people, there are six or seven candidates of military and military origin.
In this kind of test, the superiority of the soldiers is fully displayed.
From the first arrow shot to the fifth white line, which was 110 steps away from the target, Fang Ji shot nine arrows, and the time required was no more than two minutes. There are only one or two people faster than him. There are six or seven people who reach this distance almost, and slightly slower four or five people.
But at this time, the problem appeared.
For example, Zhang Kuang, who had arrived a while earlier, and another soldier were confused, and they didn't seem to know how to shoot the tenth arrow.
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When Fang Xie ran to the position, he finally understood why Zhang Kuang, one step earlier than him, hesitated. The tenth arrow requires candidates to switch positions, but if they are leading people who ran to the position of the candidate around to shoot arrows, their sight will be blocked by candidates who have not yet run back. In other words, those who move slowly become an obstacle to their tenth arrow. But if they waited for them to return and then fired the tenth arrow, the advantage they had previously won would be gone.
When Fang Xie thought about this, he found that Zhang Kuang looked at himself. Instantly he understood what Zhang Kuang meant, but he immediately shook his head. The distance between the two of them was more than ten meters, with at least six people in between. If the two of them swap positions, the running distance is too far, and the candidates who are separated in the middle to return are still their obstacle. The lead in time, which was hard to come by before, couldn't stand a little splurge.
No time to hesitate, Fang Xie immediately jumped to the side. While squatting on the ground, he squatted down as much as possible, and then concentrated all his strength on his legs. For a moment, he could feel the muscles of his legs tighten quickly. This feeling of bulging was good, which raised his confidence again.
Immediately after squatting down, his feet showed a strong explosive force. Stepping on the ground with both feet, Fang Jie's body suddenly pulled up. While jumping, Fang Xie pulled out the last feather arrow from the back, and shot at the distant target in front without hesitation.
At this time, the candidate facing the target just retreated to a place less than one meter before Fang Jie's death. The tenth arrow Fang detonated almost flew past his scalp, screaming the candidate in a fright, and bent forward to dodge subconsciously.
Fang Xie smiled apologetically at him, and his tight muscles slowly relaxed. He turned and walked back, as he walked, untied the arrow pot tied to his back. The soldier in charge of the right armour, who was in charge of running over, ran back with his walking bow and arrow pot.
Fang Xie found a stone and sat down, pulled out a hairy grass, and watched those who did not complete the exams ran and shot as hard as possible. This feeling of exiting the game to be a bystander was wonderful.
Zhang Kuang returned the step bow and arrow pot to the soldiers of the right armour. He walked to Fang Xie and sat down with a smile. Overtake. Alas ... I knew I had you this year among military candidates, and I should not come. "
Fang Xie smiled: "In fact, you can be faster."
Zhang stunned a moment, shaking his head with a bitter smile: "The limit has been reached."
"How many times did you watch me when you were shooting arrows?"
Fang Jiewen
"Four times"
Zhang Kuang answered truthfully.
"You want to win me too."
Fang Jie sighed, stretched his body and said flatly, "You are distracted because you want to win me too much. You keep seeing if I exceed you, although it takes me a little time to glance at me. But it still has some impact on your shot. If you specialize in shooting arrows, at least two steps faster than me. But you are only one step faster than me, and at the last moment you also waste this step because of hesitation. "
Zhang nodded madly and said for a while, "I really want to win you, I really want to."
He also plucked a hairy grass from the weeds on the ground and shoved it in his mouth. He chewed while learning the formula, saying, "I also said just now that this is the only chance to win you a test item once. After this test, I'm afraid I won't have another chance. "
"Why do you want to win me so much?"
Fang Xie asked.
Zhang Kuang hesitated for a long time, then turned to look at Fang Jie and answered seriously: "Because you are jealous."
Fang Jie reached out and patted his mad shoulder, but didn't speak.
Zhang Kuang smiled and said, "People are always like this, and they will be jealous of people who are better than themselves. Sorry, you treat me as a friend, but I treat you as an opponent."
Fang Xie slowly shook his head and said lightly: "If I didn't treat everyone as an opponent, how could I have won most of them?"
Zhang froze, then nodded thoughtfully.
Just then, a fat figure floated from a distance. As he floated to Fang Jie, he smiled and said, "Xiao Fang Jie, haven't seen me for a few days? I'll see if you fail the exam. If so, I plan to have a good celebration today a bit."
Fang Jie looked at the fat figure and smiled first. But when he saw the dirty look on that guy's body, Fang Jie's face sank again.
"what happened?"
When Xiang Qingniu came to him, Fang Jie frowned as he looked at several broken robes on Xiang Qingniu.
"I haven't wiped my buttocks for you. My buttocks haven't been cleaned well. What a pity!"
Xiang Qingniu sat down beside Fang Jie, panting, and said, "I found the day ... who is this?"
He pointed at Zhang crazy.
Zhang Kuang recognized the robe on Xiang Qingniu's body and knew what it meant. So he got up and shouted, "I've seen a real person. My name is Zhang Kuang. This year's candidates for the performance martial arts school, Anyuan Chengbian army rate."
Xiang Qingniu laughed and laughed: "Small fellow of Xiao Fang Xie, ha ha, a talented person, a talented person ... You can take a break for a while ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I have something to explain to Xiao Fang."
"it is good"
Zhang Kuang said with a smile: "You talk, I'll go over there and see the other brothers."
Having said this, he turned and walked away. As he turned, the humble and sincere smile on his face disappeared. I don't know what he thought of, and some sadness and sadness in his eyes were fleeting.
Slowly walked towards the madness of other candidates, his face gradually cooled down.
As Fang Xie talked and laughed with the fat man in a black robe, Zhang Kuang's face became increasingly unsightly.
I was an idiot who wanted to win you once ... You are the person your Majesty values. You have a relationship with the guard at Onai. You have a relationship with Wu Jinhou, and you have a relationship with the boss of Red Sleeve. You have relationships with several college scholars in the court, and even you have a good relationship with that beautiful female professor ... Now another real person came out to chat with you and seemed so familiar. What can I compare with you?
Fang Jie ... What is your identity?
Zhang Kuang ... how idiot are you? You ’re just a little young traveler with no future. You do n’t know the staff at the Inner Guards. You do n’t know the Scattered Money. You do n’t know the bachelor. You ’ve never been in the red sleeves. Then, there will not be a Daoist lord come to chat with you, you will not be appreciated by your Majesty ... You are only a member of the northern barbarian tribe in order to survive and to make contributions, you have to marry the daughter of the tribal leader and personal Kill her little man.
Zhang Kuang, the gap between you and Fang Jie is too big.
He smiled bitterly as he walked.
You are the people of the two worlds.
PS: The trip to Shijiazhuang tomorrow will take about four days. The update should be there, but the time is hard to say ... Actually, the update has never been regular, right, I am guilty.