Farmer of Shu Han

Archery on horseback is Liu Hun's forte.

Su Xi Bingliang bow, with three plain branches on the left and two horseshoes on the right (both are archery targets).

Before archery, he was still in the mood to play horsemanship on the galloping horse.

Holding the horse's neck with his left hand, he bent down, moved left and right, and made various thrilling moves. Several times, everyone exclaimed, thinking that he would fall off the horse.

When he saw him sitting upright on his horse again, there was another burst of applause.

Feng Yong, who was sitting in the main seat, saw the high spirits of the soldiers around him, so he nodded involuntarily. Liu Hun was able to make this kind of movement on horseback without double stirrups. big.

Feng Yongzheng was thinking like this, and saw that Liu Hun finally started to deliberately control the speed of the horse. When the speed of the horse slowed down, the sound of string control sounded, three arrows from the left, two arrows from the right, and there was an extra arrow on top of the five erected arrows. arrow.

"good!"

"color!"

There was another bang.

Liu Hun is the most skilled person on horseback that Feng Yong has ever seen. Yang Wanwan's riding skills may be comparable to him, but his archery skills are definitely not comparable.

Zhao Guang's archery skills can surpass him, but he is far inferior to him in horseback riding.

Liu Hun rode his horse around in a circle, returned to the stage of the coach, and said loudly, "My lord, the last general has finished shooting, please review."

Feng Yong glanced at Guan Ji who was dressed as a man.

Guan Ji's expression remained unchanged, and she said calmly, "Liu is engaged in riding skills that few people can match, so I admit defeat in this battle."

Then he turned around again, clasped his fists and said, "Please, Junhou, let us compete next time."

Guan Ji surrendered so easily, not only made Liu Hun stunned, but even Feng Yong was a little surprised.

The result was passed on quickly, and there was another burst of cheers and slight boos.

In the army, the brave advance and the cowardly retreat.

Retiring without a fight is looked down upon.

Feng Yong's face was a bit unnatural. Although they may not know that Guan Eng is their younger brother, so they booed, but Feng Yong still gave Guan Ji a worried look.

Seeing that her expression didn't change, she felt a little relieved.

At the same time, there was a trace of comfort in my heart. From this, it can be seen that the army values ​​bravery over cowardice, and the military spirit is useful.

Guan Ji stood up calmly and walked towards the Women's Army standing in a corner of the venue.

The Detachment of Women's Army was not as self-restraining as Guan Ji, and almost everyone's faces were filled with anger.

"I'm afraid Liu Hun will lose this match."

Zhang Xingyi, who was sitting sideways behind Feng Yong, suddenly said something.

When Feng Yong heard this, he turned his head in surprise, "What do you mean by that?"

This is not a barracks, but an open space temporarily surrounded.

Moreover, this competition is also semi-entertainment in nature, not only idle soldiers in the army can come to watch, even some Qianghu Qushuai got permission to lead people to occupy one side of the field.

Zhang Xingyi, Li Mu and Amei, after learning about this competition, also came to join in the fun.

But they didn't show their faces blatantly, they just sat or stood behind Feng Yong.

"The concubine knows very well that sister is a human being. If she is not sure, she will definitely not agree to compete with Liu Hun. She lost the last match, and she will definitely win this match with all her strength."

"And speaking of the art of war, sister's guards, everyone is full of anger, just when the army's morale is available. This concubine looks at Liu Qing, who won an easy battle just now, and the arrogance is already showing on his face."

"Looking at the trilogy he led again, although the morale was high, the formation was a little scattered, far less organized than the guards under my sister's hand. It can be seen that there must be contempt over there. You can see it!"

After Zhang Xingyi's words, even Zhang Ni, who was standing next to Feng Yong as a temporary referee, knew that it was not polite, but still couldn't help but look behind Feng Yong.

The women around Junhou seemed to be different from other women.

Madam needless to say.

Needless to say, Li Mu, Nanxiang Mu's name, even Zhang Yi has been in the army, has heard of it.

Since the beginning of the Northern Expedition, when the Marquis Dingpingxiang served as the guardian of the Qiang school, the army has never been short of food and clothing, and Mu Niangzi has contributed a lot.

Even Mrs. Mei is a master in mathematics, and now she has taken Wei Langjun's place.

Now that the little lady of this family can speak in such an orderly manner before the two armies fought, could it be that... she is someone who knows the art of war?

Zhang Ni was thinking wildly, but Feng Yong suddenly sat up straight, stretched his neck and looked down, and said "Huh".

"This army formation, why does it look familiar?"

Feng Yong muttered.

Hearing this, Zhang Ni quickly looked at the soldiers led by Liu Hun, but saw that it was the most common square formation in the army, so it was natural that they looked familiar.

However, when he looked at the women's army led by his wife, he couldn't help but said, "It does look familiar."

The two looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Feng Yong stood up uncontrollably, touched his chin, and doubts arose in his heart.

Although, I failed in the command of the army formation, it was only because of the handicap, but the eyes are not blind.

The formation formed by the Women's Army is obviously not a common formation in the army, but how come I seem to have seen it somewhere?

Although there were only a hundred maidservants brought by Guan Ji this time, they were quite complete with swords, spears, shields and spears.

These maidservants are actually listed under Feng Yong's trilogy.

Speaking of those who have the largest number of trilogy in the Han Dynasty, they are all left over from Liu Bei's era.

For example, Mr. Zhao, such as Liu Yan, such as Li Yan.

They are either veterans who have followed Liu Bei from the beginning, or they have supported Liu Bei early and have made great contributions and have high positions and weights.

At that time, especially the generals guarding one side, the number of moves they could have in private was basically in units of thousands.

Take Meng Da as an example. When he surrendered to Cao Wei, he had more than 4,000 trilogy.

As for the Han system began to be standardized, the number of trilogy that generals can have began to be restricted.

Feng Yong can be regarded as holding a lot of power now, and he is still on the front line. The number of legally owned parts is 300, which is already a lot.

Chen Dao, the guard of Yong'an Palace, has only a few hundred pieces.

However, the number of Feng Yong's parts has always been undersatisfied, and has been maintained at around 150.

Now counting the Women's Army, it is still not exceeding the standard.

Seeing them moving in teams, coordinating back and forth, coordinating left and right, flowing slowly like water, Feng Yong sucked in his breath like a toothache, and suddenly shouted, "Amei, get me a pen and paper Come!"

In ancient military formations, the azimuths were basically replaced by symbols in the Book of Changes. Each azimuth had its own specific color to represent the battalion in each azimuth, and was commanded with golden drums and gongs.

The reason why Feng Yong can't command is because he needs to convert these symbols into words and numbers that he is familiar with before he can respond.

When a decision is made, one has to change one's intentions again and become the military terminology of this era before passing it on.

Not to mention commanding, even learning is almost the same process.

For example, the Humen, which represents the north, is black in color.

Others can react at a glance, because this is the basic knowledge of the ancients.

And Feng Tubie always had to subconsciously count with his fingers for a long time, what color is this north? Which door is it from? How many beats should the drum beat be?

This is just like how Chinese people in later generations learn English. No matter how much they learn, they are still English on paper. Their spoken English has always been poor, and they cannot communicate with foreigners normally.

However, the thinking of later generations also gave Feng Yong a unique understanding of the military formation that this era did not have.

That is, the distribution of different weapons in the military formation is actually based on a mathematical model in order to achieve the best cooperation.

Amei has always had a good habit of carrying a pen and paper with her, because Pingxiang has a lot of things that she needs to write down temporarily, so as not to forget to remind Feng Yong.

Feng Yong took the pen and paper handed over by Amei, looked at the formation of the Women's Army below, and quickly wrote and drew.

There are not many people, circles, boxes, triangles, etc., representing different teams, were quickly drawn.

Contact has already begun.

Liu Hun was a Hun, so he naturally had no chance to learn the Han formation.

After following Feng Yong, he has always led the army at the forefront, so at most he knows the most basic formation in the army.

This can be seen from the simplest square matrix listed in the next part of the field.

As for the formation of the Women's Army he was facing, Guan Ji kept giving orders, and each team had its own way of advancing and retreating, like flowing clouds and flowing water, very smooth, and one could tell that it was a high-end formation.

Feng Yonglian drew several pictures, flipped through them back and forth, his face had changed, and he couldn't help muttering, "Isn't this f---ing picture of the eight formations?"

He looked up to the audience, only to hear a soft voice, "Kill!"

Some parts rushed into the formation, and soon someone fell to the ground. On the battlefield, those who fell to the ground were either killed or injured.

Only when the two sides are able to make contact with each other, the good and the bad will be judged.

Of course, one hundred people cannot form a complete eight formations, Guan Ji only takes the front side, and skips the other positions.

Feng Yong drew a rough outline of the other seven directions on the paper, and an eight-array figure appeared in front of him.

Liu Hun, who was off the court, was already in a hurry, and rushed directly from behind, trying to turn the tide with his own courage.

It's just that this is a rehearsal, and it's not a game of life and death, there are no horses to charge, and Guan Ji's reaction is extremely fast, only to see Liu Hun force a gap, and there are several tall women in the formation, all rushing up to meet her, It easily blocked the wooden spear in Liu Hun's hand.

It's true that all the parts have gone through life-and-death battles, but the women's army brought by Guan Ji is also not easy to deal with.

Except for a few special ones, although most of them are a little short in stature, almost everyone is dark and strong. Feng Yong can tell at a glance that they are female warriors from Zhu Rong's department.

That's a Nanman girl who was born in a barren land, and lived with beasts in the mountains and forests in a plague-stricken land.

They were also involved in the war back then, and judging from the ruthless movements of their hands at this time, they might have seen blood.

On the other hand, those melodies were originally contemptuous, and when they saw women on the other side, their hands were a little lighter. Coupled with the orderly advance and retreat of the women's army, they fought on their own, so it's no wonder they didn't suffer a lot.

The reason why they didn't collapse all of a sudden was because of the discipline and organization they were proud of.

If they were facing ordinary soldiers of this era, they might still have a chance to stand up, but what they were facing was the Women's Army with the same discipline and organization.

Guan Ji has been training the Detachment of Women for two years, and Feng Yong personally helped to revise the drills, so the Detachment of Women's Army is on par with the trilogy in this respect.

For a moment, Bu Qu was caught off guard, and turned his back on his back, but he couldn't resist it.

The situation on the field first caused the people around to exclaim, and then burst into laughter.

Even Li Mu, who was the most well-groomed, couldn't help lowering his head, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

On the contrary, Zhang Ni's face was a little ugly, he walked to Feng Yong's side, and said in a low voice, "Junhou, please stop?"

Feng Yong nodded, "Let them stop."

Seeing Zhang Yi's expression again, he knew that he was angry and indisputable, so he smiled in relief, and handed over the paper in his hand, "Liu Hun's loss is not unjust, Madam used the eight formations created by the Prime Minister."

"In today's world, only the tiger infantry that can hold back Cao's elite cavalry has this kind of formation. I didn't expect my wife to do it."

Feng Yongyue said, his mouth widened and he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

At the same time, she sighed in her heart, Huang Yueying seemed to really treat Xijun as her own daughter.

If this formation was not obtained from Huang Yueying, where else could it be?

Feng Yong said while thinking, "They underestimated the enemy just now, it's good to teach them a lesson, otherwise they really think that they are invincible."

Compared with before the Northern Expedition, the soldiers under him now generally have a kind of self-confidence that is very high.

Feng Yong knew that this was inevitable.

After all, as soon as he came out of Novice Village, he was stuck without injury and knocked down a hall of the hostile guild, and then fought a bloody battle against the elites led by the opponent's elders to not lose the wind.

At the same time, other elders in the gang captured other halls, and finally followed the deputy gang leader to fight in Longxi and cut off the Wei River.

A series of eye-catching operations made everyone in the guild shout "666", and at the same time they were personally rewarded by the guild leader (a box of fabric tickets).

It is impossible to say that they have no pride.

It is a good thing to have self-confidence in the army, but it is dangerous to go too far, so it is better to let Guan Ji suppress it a little.

The trilogy around Feng Yong is also organized in the army, and they are elite personal guards.

It can be said that the trilogy led by Liu Hun lost carelessly, and it was also a slap in the face of the army.

The two sides in the arena received military orders and soon began to withdraw from the arena. Some of the fallen people couldn't stand up by themselves and needed to be supported by their colleagues, which showed how ruthless the women's army was.

Feng Yong sat back again.

"Brother, who do you think will win the next game?"

Seeing that his previous prediction was verified, Zhang Xingyi was very excited, and asked another question.

"Of course it's Mr. Xi."

Feng Yong replied without hesitation.

"Why?" Zhang Xingyi said rather dissatisfied, "Liu Hun is a barbarian, and barbarians are very good at fighting! It's impossible for sister to end in person, right?"

Naturally, it was impossible for Guan Ji to end up fighting with others in public.

Feng Yong turned his head and glanced at Zhang Xingyi, but seeing the dimples on her cheeks and the rippling rays of light caused a current to rush through his heart, "How about we make a bet?"

"Okay!" Zhang Xingyi readily agreed, "I bet my sister wins!"

Feng Tubie's expression froze.

"Say, what's the bet?"

Zhang Xingyi didn't want to let Feng Yong go, and asked after him.

"I thought about it, gambling is not a good thing, so forget it."

Feng Yong began to play tricks.

Zhang Xingyi's expression became annoyed, and with a "bah", he cursed, "You have no guts!"

Feng Yong pretended not to hear.

At this time, I saw the women's army under the field spread out a passage, and a mountain of meat came to the field with a rumbling rumble, and shouted at the camp of the trilogy, "Who wants to wrestle with me?"

It caused a slight commotion among everyone.

If Guan Ji didn't know the weakness of Zhu Rong's Mountain Shaker, she might not be able to take down the mountain girl without any injuries.

According to Feng Yong's estimate, if they were given some kind of medicinal soup, it would probably be the famous Yellow Turban Warrior.

While everyone was discussing, no one noticed that Liu Hun's eyes flickered and his face was a little dignified, as if he remembered something.