The Prime Minister Seduced Me to Give Birth

Grandpa Guo has always been training cavalry in this way.

After all, when fighting, the cavalry is constantly moving, and the enemy is constantly moving.

This is much harder than standing still and shooting a fixed target.

In the past, the Daliao people on the grasslands were excellent at archery, and could ride on horses to shoot geese in the sky.

The founding emperor of Da Chu was also unable to defeat the Da Liao cavalry, so he never won the sixteen states of Youyun.

Although there were not many cavalry in Da Chu, the grandfather of the country had trained with great strength.

Soon a soldier came out of the school grounds leading a horse.

There were several horses, all fully armored, with no rider on the horse, but a dummy made of straw fastened to the saddle.

The dummies were clad in armor like soldiers and wobbled from their saddles.

The sage asked the prince again: "How many people have the horse and archery competition?"

The grandfather said, "Only cavalry can compete with cavalry and archery. For each centenary team, a leader will be selected to compete."

Just as he was talking, the first ten cavalrymen entered the arena.

The ten cavalrymen were all carrying quivers, and the arrows in the quivers behind them had already been wrapped with various colored threads to distinguish them.

Seeing that all the horses and men had arrived, the commanding officer below waved the command flag vigorously. The soldiers who were holding the horse slapped the horse's butt with a whip, and several horses began to run on the school grounds.

The eager cavalrymen rushed into the school field on horseback, bending bows and arrows one by one.

I saw arrows flying around the field.

The sage looked both excited and worried, "This, shouldn't you shoot yourself?"

Grandpa Guo smiled bitterly, "Your Majesty, the battlefield is only more chaotic than here, and it doesn't mean that you won't shoot your own people. If you really want that, you can only blame bad luck."

The sage suddenly pointed to a cavalryman below and said, "This kid is not bad. Not only is his riding skill excellent, but I just saw that he has already shot a few arrows."

Grandpa Guo looked over, and the cavalry turned his horse and ran over there, and he didn't know who it was.

He followed the man with his eyes, watched for a while, and recognized the horse under the cavalry's crotch. Although the horse was wearing armor, its four light golden legs were still very obvious.

He whispered to the saint: "That one just now, is General Lin's son Lin Ziqi."

Sheng Shang raised his brows, "No wonder this kid is so good, he really is a tiger father without a dog!"

He laughed, "Very good, very good! I have a successor!"

Qi'er was riding a sweaty BMW in the field. The BMW was very human. He only needed to touch the horse's belly with his toes, and the horse would go in the direction he wanted.

Since he was a child, he was holding horses and lifting iron, which made Qi'er not only stable in the bottom plate, but also in his hands.

He shot an arrow, hitting the dummy's face.

At this moment, Qi'er is closer to the high platform, and the saint can clearly see the arrow in the face of the dummy, so he can't help clapping his hands, "Okay!"

Qi'er rode his horse around in a circle without any distractions, and the arrow in his hand shot again.

After a while, the time for half a stick of incense came, and the first round of the competition was over.

The soldiers plucked the arrows from the horses, and the clerk counted.

Although there were ten people on the field, the time was short, the dummy was wearing armor, and not many arrows hit the dummy.

After the first round of statistics, the second round began soon.

Sitting on the high platform, the saint couldn't help leaning forward slightly.

The third round of Yuer appeared.

The black horse was not wearing heavy armor, but only a layer of leather armor. This was made by You'er who felt bad for the horse and hired someone to make it out of his own pocket.

The horse's weight is relatively light, and the advantage of the sweaty BMW's fast speed is fully utilized. You'er is driving the horse in the school field, like a black lightning, which is very eye-catching.