It is easy to get a powerful general, but it is hard to find a sharpshooter.

In the era of cold weapons, the easiest way to take the general's head among millions of people was the Sharpshooter.

The value of a sharpshooter is simply incalculable, let alone such an excellent sharpshooter.

Yang Hong's face was also full of surprise. He looked at Liu Zhan and said, "You...you are not confused, aren't you?"

A hundred meters away, shooting something the size of a copper coin has such strength. Even if Yang Hong has experienced many battles, he has never seen such a person.

At this moment, several birds suddenly flew past in the sky, nearly a hundred meters away, and looked like a few black dots.

Pulling an arrow and pulling a bow is extremely fast.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

This time, Liu Zhan shot three arrows in succession.

After a moment, three arrows fell at once, and each arrow was wearing a bird.

"Okay, you guys are all included in the Shence Army!" Zhao Yan said with a smile.

Before Liu Zhan and others could thank him, Yang Hong excitedly bowed: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

He is happier than anyone else when he gets such a powerful sharpshooter.

Liu Zhan and others were naturally very excited and could finally fight on the battlefield as soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

...

After crossing the Yellow River, the weather became a little colder.

Zhao Yan sat in an oversized carriage, reviewing the memorials sent during the day, and discussing military tactics with generals such as Shen Tuyi and Yang Hong at night, and his life was not boring.

Another day, the army reached the boundary of Yunzhou and had just stationed to rest.

Yang Hong hurried over, holding a beautifully wrapped scroll in his hand.

"Your Majesty, there is a big stone in the middle of the official road ahead, and a scroll is placed in the groove in the middle of the big stone." Yang Hong revealed the words outside the scroll.

Zhao Yan looked down and couldn't help but feel happy.

"The little emperor of the Great Zhou personally opened his post and painted it by Bei Mengergu."

Obviously, this scroll must be another painting.

"This Ergu is really interesting. It doesn't have much aesthetics and has to be arty. Let's open it!"

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Yang Hong quickly opened the scroll.

Zhao Yan looked closely and then looked puzzled.

The content of the painting is: On a grassland, two horses stand opposite each other, one in the south and one in the north. The horse in the south has a head lowered, with a smaller butt and a larger belly. In addition to being much taller than the horse in the south, the horse in the north has a larger butt and a smaller belly.

If we judge this painting from an aesthetic perspective alone.

Zhao Yan would say from a modern aesthetic perspective: This is completely non-mainstream comic style!

Everyone in the paintings of Dazhou will definitely say: What kind of thing is this painting? It's simply nonsense and worthless.

Zhao Yan looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure out what it meant.

"Do you understand what it means?" Zhao Yan asked Yang Hong.

Yang Hong thought for a while and said, "Although I didn't understand it very much, I think it must have a deep meaning."

At this moment, Wei Datou, the commander not far away, walked leisurely towards the front with a horse.

Zhao Yan remembered that Wei Datou was an expert in Xiangma, and there were always some wrong tricks in his head that others could not think of. Maybe he could understand it!

"Wei Datou, come here!" Zhao Yan said loudly.

Wei Datou turned his face and saw that it was the emperor who called him, and immediately threw the rope to a soldier and ran over.

"Your Majesty, what do you need to do if you have something to do?" This vicious evil spirit who looked like a mountain king in front of his subordinates was like a well-behaved kitten in front of Zhao Yan.

"This painting was given to me by Ergu, the commander of the Northern Mongolian Army. You can take a look. According to your understanding, what is the meaning of passing on?"

Wei Datou leaned over and lay in front of the painting, looked carefully, then raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, this dog-good Ergu is cursing people!"

"Oh, you understand? Tell me carefully!" Zhao Yan asked in surprise.

Wei Datou pointed to the painting and said, "Your Majesty, look at these two horses, the one in the south has a big belly and a small butt, which is a mare; the one in the north has a small belly and a big butt, which is a stallion. He is saying that our Great Zhou is all women, and the Northern Meng is a man."

Yang Hong, who was standing beside him, stared at the painting again and asked in surprise: "You can tell the mare stallion by just looking at the appearance?"

"I dare to use my head to guarantee that this horse in the south is definitely a mare, and this horse in the north is definitely a stallion!" Wei Datou said confidently.

"A commander of the first army is so boring!" Zhao Yan was a little amused and crying. This metaphor is really Ergu's style.

In addition, Bei Meng has always been a superior man to women, so the ironic significance of this painting is even more obvious.

If Zhao Yan knew Ergu’s true intention, he would probably be vomited blood.

Ergu gave this painting not because he was bored, nor because he wanted to disgust the Great Zhou. Instead, he felt that fighting with the Great Zhou had always been very easy to win. He wanted to use this painting to arouse the morale of the Great Zhou and make the battle between the two sides more intense.

The brain circuit of a war madman is really not something that ordinary people can think of.

Zhao Yan thought for a while and said to Yang Hong: "You pass on this painting so that every soldier can see it and understand the true meaning of this painting."

"Abide by the order!" Yang Hong bowed heavily, the painting had already aroused his anger.

Soon, the painting was read by 50,000 soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty in turn.

The soldiers were filled with righteous indignation, their marching speed was significantly increased, and during the training at night, their shouts were almost reaching the extreme.

Of course, it is impolite to come but not come.

Zhao Yan personally wrote a letter and sent someone to send him to Ergu of Shenzhou quickly.

As for the content of the letter, Zhao Yan felt that he was too bad when he wrote it. After Ergu read the letter, he would definitely not be able to sleep for several days and could not understand the above content at all.

Compared with culture, how could Zhao Yan lose to a wild man who doesn’t know a lot of Chinese characters?

A few days later, Ergu received a letter from Zhao Yan.

After opening it, he was stunned and then summoned all the strategists together.

"Young Marshal, this is very likely a rare character symbol. When I traveled to the West, I saw symbols similar to this!"

"I didn't expect that the Emperor of Great Zhou was young and was proficient in other words. It was incredible!"

"I suggest that I immediately call up strange people and strange things from my Northern Mongolia to interpret the meaning of this letter. We must not make the Great Zhou feel that my Northern Mongolian culture is not good!"

...

Ergu looked at the letter paper, which seemed to be a ghostly talisman, but had a very styling style, and couldn't help but feel very depressed.

What he couldn't let go of in this life was that the culture of the Great Zhou was much stronger than that of the Northern Meng. This was something he could not catch up with no matter how hard he tried to train troops.
Chapter completed!