Chapter 60: Ji Sheng Lie

  At this time, Qian Buli couldn't afford to hesitate, or it would hurt the soldiers' hearts. Although he was furious, he still smiled and took over the bow: "Are you under Du Bing's command?" Qian Buli chatted casually while quickly thinking of a solution.

  "Yes, sir." The squad leader chuckled: "Sir, you really have a good memory!"

  Damn it! I knew it, what kind of leader brings what kind of soldiers! Qian couldn't help but think of Du Bing's sly and smiling face.

  The soldiers parted to either side, giving Qian Buli a clear path. With his quick wit, Qian Buli finally came up with an excuse that would turn the tables: he pretended to test the bow, then furrowed his brow and shook his head, saying, "This bow is too weak, it's not suitable for me." After finishing speaking, Qian Buli handed the bow over to a nearby bodyguard: "You try it."

  That Wu Chang praised: "Sir, you are truly divine!" The soldiers present did not think that 'the bow is too soft' was just an excuse for Qian Buli. Everyone thought that Qian Buli had a powerful physique, and General Tong Ling was not the kind of hero who could uproot mountains and rivers in legend?

  The imperial guard who took over the longbow walked forward calmly and unhurriedly, without seeing how he aimed, raised his hand and shot an arrow, which flew out like a meteor and hit the red heart accurately. The surrounding soldiers burst into cheers.

  That guard on the right hand didn't stop drawing arrows from his quiver, opening the bow and shooting again. Ten consecutive arrows all hit the red heart. Then he handed the bow to his right hand and drew the string with his left hand. This is truly ambidextrous archery.

  When the twenty arrows were neatly arranged on the target, the field fell silent for a moment, and then suddenly erupted in a tsunami of cheers.

  Qian Buli was stunned, don't look at him walking around with these guards every day, he can accurately call out the name of each one of them, but as for their skills, Qian Buli didn't understand a thing. When Jia Tianxiang said he wanted to select thirty people with high martial arts skills from the entire army to be his guards, Qian Buli just shrugged and didn't comment. Having experienced modern warfare, Qian Buli didn't put much value on "martial arts".

  "Sun Zhongde, is your archery the best in the whole army?" Qian Budeli asked softly as Sun Zhongde proudly put down his longbow and walked back to him.

  "The adults are humble and dare not belittle themselves." Sun Zhongde bowed his head respectfully: "If only archery is considered, I can only rank third."

  "Is there anyone better at archery than you?"

  "General Du's archery skills are unmatched throughout the army, and next is Captain Cheng." The Captain Cheng that Sun Zhongde mentioned was the captain of the Imperial Guard, Cheng Da.

  "What were you originally doing in the army?"

  "Xiao De and Cheng Du were originally General Du's personal guards."

  "What about you?" Qian Buli turned around and asked the rest of his guards.

  Among the answers of the guards, Qian Buding learned that most of the guards were originally the city lord's guards, and a few were selected from soldiers as elite troops.

  Is it a waste to gather these martially skilled people around the superior as personal guards? Qian Buli sighed, but thinking again, war is full of unpredictable factors. A powerful army, if its command center is directly destroyed, will inevitably collapse. From this perspective, building a strong and powerful guard team seems necessary after all.

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  "Report, sir." A noble commander wearing a dark armor with a medal on his chest walked into the tent of Wei Chi Feng Yun: "Our scouts have not found any information!"

  Wei Chi Feng Yun was a man in his fifties with a lean face, half of the whiskers on his chin had turned white. He wore no armor, only an ordinary gray robe, and there was nothing on his chest. As the Marquis of Ji Zhou, Wei Chi Feng Yun surprisingly did not wear his family's badge.

  When a person's strength is recognized by the world, he doesn't need to use anything to prove himself. Just like Wei Chi Feng Yun now, his attire is like that of a small merchant on the verge of bankruptcy, from head to toe without any ornaments, not even wearing a sword, but no one dares to look down on him. The elegant demeanor emanating from Wei Chi Feng Yun's body cannot be imitated by mere imitation. Demeanor comes from experience and can only be cultivated through experience. Without experience, where does the demeanor come from?

  Wei Chi Fengyun raised his eyelids, glanced at the newcomer, and lightly hummed a response. Immediately, he became engrossed in the book in front of him, as if everything around him was nonexistent, and only the book in his hands was real.

  Next to Wei Chi Yun, a young man was standing beside an easel painting. His painting technique was extremely unusual, without using a brush, all the fine details, outlines, shading and coloring were completed by his fingers. On the snow-white paper, his fingers moved as agilely as a snake and swiftly as lightning, with just a few strokes, a majestic high mountain appeared under his fingertips.

  "General Wei Chi, it seems we've fallen into a trap." The young man raised his head, his skin as white as snow, and his features were even more beautiful than those of a woman! His black hair was combed neatly, paired with his large and spirited eyes, a straight and slightly arrogant nose bridge, moderate lips, and a set of snowy white teeth. He was an extremely handsome young man, and the soft and delicate aura surrounding him highlighted his handsomeness into beauty.

  "Perhaps." Yu Chi Fengyun nodded slightly.

  A young man standing beside him, who seemed to be an aide, softly replied: "Your Highness, is there something wrong with He Jiongming?"

  He was called "Your Highness", of course, it was the prince of Xizhou country, Ji Shenglie. Unfortunately, the word "Lie" in his name, but from him can not find a bit related to the word "Lie".

  Ji Shenglie's fingers paused for a moment, and then with a circle and a stroke, a piece of rock with an eerie glow took shape under his fingertips. Ji Shenglie smiled as he admired his handiwork, saying: "He Xiongming is an old fox, if he must make a choice, then he will definitely stand on the winning side, wouldn't he know such simple logic?"

  "That mysterious person called Qian Buli is indeed not simple." Yu Chi Fengyun said calmly without lifting his head.

  (Everyone, I also want to watch the World Cup...... I guarantee updates every day, but it's a bit difficult with only two chapters.)