‘Do!” The sound of clouds knocked... Thousands of guests watching the game suddenly became quiet, followed by the sound of horse hooves, and three knights rushed towards him like lightning. In the night wind, the three archers were all agile and heroic, attracting admiration around.

The comparison between the Sui and the Turks has been experienced many times. Although this time it was a night arrow, which is slightly different from the past, the main rules remain unchanged.

The distance is sixty steps, and there are also time requirements. One pot of thirty arrows must be shot with sixty drums. In addition, it must be riding and shooting. The three riders must ride back and forth within a distance of more than ten feet wide. If the number of runs is insufficient, they will lose immediately, regardless of the subsequent results.

But the most nervous thing is that the three people shoot arrows at the same time, that is, there will be three horses running back and forth within a distance of more than ten meters wide at the same time, which is likely to form a situation of mutual interference.

If you finish thirty arrows at the specified time and distance, then you will be able to compare the archery results in the end.

There were nine large tables outside sixty steps, three of which were in one match, each five feet apart, and fifty incense were lit on the table. No matter what technique was used, it was either a single arrow or a single shot. In the end, the results were judged by the still burning incense. Whoever lit the least incense would win.

"When!... Another sound of cloud board knocking, the three archers had arrived at the starting point, and the three war horses were full of energy and tried jubilantly.

Yang Yuanqing held a strong gaze and glanced at the other two competitors. The Turkic archers were wearing traditional Turkic white robes, wearing muddy hats, wearing leather armors and leather belts to tie their waists. He was a Xiagas native, and Xiagas was Jiankun of the Han Dynasty. They claimed to be descendants of Li Ling, and each of them had black faces. But in fact, they were white, with blue eyes, and many women were still blonde. The Xiagas people were very good at riding and shooting, especially at night combat.

The young warrior is named Alatu, with a strong figure and a firm look. He is a genius of the Khigas people, and he can participate in bear hunting at the age of five. He has extraordinary courage. In the Turkic Arrow Competition, he won the first place with a score of 100 arrows and 100 arrows, while the second place Wutu only scored 80 arrows, but the Golden Crown does not belong to Alatu. His identity is just an arrow slave and he is not qualified to compete with the Turks.

At this moment, Alatu bit his mouth tightly and held a stone from the Sui Dynasty in his hand, which attracted sharp eyes to stare at a bright red highlight sixty steps away.

Gasuwen still maintained his cold gaze, neither arrogant nor enthusiastic, like a lifeless stone statue. Only his hand holding the bow and arrow exerted a little force, feeling his inner expectation.

Yang Yuanqing's eyes fell on Gai Suwen's long bow. It was a black cavalry. His arm was six feet long and thin as silk. In a faint light coming from the direction of the hall, his arm was flashing with a layer of faint jade crystal.

This spiral is at least two stones above Gasuwen has taken off his black outer robe and has a tight samurai armor with thin scale armor. His arms are wide and his hands are slender, as if he has a thousand pounds of strength.

"This is a powerful enemy with peerless martial arts skills!... Yang Yuanqing thought to himself.

A Shigu came on a horse and shouted, "Three archers, start after listening to three drums!"

"Dong!" The first muffled drum sounded. Alatu didn't understand Chinese. He rode his horse and wanted to gallop, but was grabbed by Yang Yuanqing. Alatu was shocked and immediately reacted and strangled the war horse.

"Dong!" The second muffled drum sounded, and the onlookers felt a low murderous aura and began to slowly retreat. More than a dozen boat guards surrounded Yang Guang, which made them feel a little uneasy with the atmosphere.

"Dong!" With the third muffled drum sounded, another powerful drum with a metal sound began to ring, 'Dong! Dong! Dong...'

This is the real drum sound of the competition. The three of them roared at the same time, and a war horse galloped out. Three arrows shot out at the same time like lightning, roaring towards the three flames. Fifty incense sticks were inserted into the table in three rows, half a foot away from the incense. There is a trick here, and the more you start, the easier it is to shoot out.

The three incense burning tables were quite far away from the guests, and most of them could hardly see any name. However, there were also many powerful martial arts among the guests. They could see clearly that the first arrow of the three archers was shot out, and their respective incense tables immediately changed. Three incense sticks were extinguished on each table on both sides, while Yang Kanqing's table in the middle extinguished two rows of six incense sticks, which attracted everyone's surprise.

Changsun Sheng squatted beside Yang Guang and whispered to Yang Guang to explain the battle situation of the first arrow, "The Turks and Goguryeo each shot one arrow, which was extremely accurate, and they all shot out three incense lines with one arrow."

"What about us?"

Yang Guang asked nervously, although this was a competition to help the wine, but when the competition really started, it started to be related to the glory of the country. How could Yang Guang not care about the outcome, and how could he just laughed it off? In the 20th year of Kaihuang, He Ruobi defeated the Turkic archer because of the comparison of arrows, which saved him from his death penalty. Yang Jian began to reuse him again, which shows the importance of comparison of arrows in the hearts of the emperor.

Changsun Sheng moved a little, "Your Majesty, Yang Yuanqing's first arrow actually shot two arrows, and the two arrows destroyed six incense sticks, and his skills were higher."

"Okay!" Yang Guang clapped his hands excitedly, "It turns out that he has superb archery skills!"

"Your Majesty! The fourth arrow was shot, and Goguryeo also shot two arrows, but Yang Yuanqing changed to a single arrow, and is still ahead of Sanxiang."

"Why do you need to change?" Yang Guang said anxiously.

"Your Majesty, because they are only allowed to shoot one pot of arrows!"

Yang Guang woke up and looked nervously at the field. Shocking sounds were heard around the field one after another. The schedule was half over and the competition began to heat up.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!" The drum sound was still ringing slowly, and it had already hit thirty-seven times. The three shooters on the field had already run six times. Yang Yuanqing's war horse was Datou's mount, a Dayuan sweat-blooded BMW. He was known as the king of horses. Not only was he fast, but he was also extremely agile when turning and turning. His advantage was already showing. He was ahead of the other two and three horses. There was no obstacle to shooting arrows, and he was even more calm. He had shot twenty arrows, and there were still ten left on the table. At this time, he could not use two arrows. As long as he kept it stable, he could finally shoot out all the incense.

He moved quickly and pulled an arrow from the quiver behind his shoulders. He controlled the horse with both tui and exerted force from his waist. The horse turned his head suddenly. At this moment, he twisted his body and pulled the bow. The arrow broke out, and it was as fast as flying. The incense head on the edge was fire, puff!...... It was extinguished...

Although Alatu's horses were not the best behind Yang Yuanqing, his horse control skills were the highest among the three, and his archery skills were also talented. Although he did not build foundations and practice martial arts like Yang Yuanqing, he was also keen with his eyes and arrows. He could not shoot two arrows. Eighteen arrows had been shot, and there were still twelve incense left on his table burning.

Behind Alatu's half horse is Gasuwen. Gasuwen's war horse is pure white, slender and strong, and has no miscellaneous hair. It is also a BMW and horse that is one in a thousand. The Yuan family exchanged 20,000 sheep from the Khitans for the priceless treasure.

Gai Suwen also has a natural talent for martial arts practice. His family has strong financial resources. When he was five years old, he sent him to the Central Plains to practice martial arts by studying martial arts. He built a foundation very deep. At the age of fourteen, he practiced extraordinary martial arts and had even more outstanding archery skills. At this time, Gai Suwen had ten arrows left in his quiver pot, and there were ten highlights left in his incense head... He was not in a hurry to run with Yang Yuanqing. They had three and a half strokes and twenty drum beats, which was enough for him to shoot out all the remaining ten incense sticks on the table.

The Arrows were already in the late stage, and the three of them had almost the same results. However, Alatu shot two less arrows than them, but there was still plenty of time. At this time, Alatu Zhang drew the arrow and aimed at the last incense on the right. His feeling was getting better and better. He was confident enough to see this arrow.

But at this moment, an accident happened. A piece of sharp blade that was one inch long appeared on the sole of Gasuwen's boot. He moved quickly and hit the back of the Alatu war horse. A blood light burst out. The war horse made a bitter neigh. The rear tui lost its strength, causing Alatu to shake. His arrows were shot out at the same time. The arrows were smearing the fragrance. The eleven fragrant heads were still on fire, but Alatu had only ten arrows left.

The guests around were exclaiming, and Yang Guang didn't see the problem, so he asked Changsun Sheng urgently, "What's going on?"

Changsun Sheng sighed with regret, "Alatu's most critical arrow missed."

Rangan behind him punched the couch with a heavy punch. He knew in his heart that if they lost this game, Yang Yuanqing and Gai Suwen would not make any mistakes anymore, and Alatu could not catch up.

The surroundings were silent, and only the sound of horse hooves rang on the field, and everyone became nervous. Finally, it was the battle between Yang Yuanqing and Gai Suwen, whether it was the Great Sui Dynasty or Goguryeo, to win the victory of this competition.

On the field, Alas met with blood from Matui. He stared at Gasuwen who had surpassed him with hatred. He suddenly gritted his teeth and drew another arrow, pulled the bow and shot the fire of the incense head. The arrow was like rain, and an incense head was destroyed. His will was extremely tenacious and unaffected. He gritted his teeth, accelerated, and chased after him with one arrow.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong!, the drum sound has reached fifty-five times, and they have one last trip left, and will sprint for the last ten feet, and then end the game.

Yang Yuanqing had only two arrows left, and there were only two incense heads on the table opposite him, and there were five drums, ten feet apart. At this time, his forehead was slightly sweating. Thirty arrows tempered his mind, making him feel as if he had entered a long dark hidden path. There was already a hole in front of him, and a ray of light was obvious, and he was only one last step away.

Gai Suwen was half a horse away from him. He had just shot an arrow and shot an incense head fire. He had only two arrows left. The two incense head fire was on. He was also sweating all over, exhausted and had tried his best.

Alatu had only two arrows left at the same time, but what made him desperate was that he had three incense heads and fired. He understood that he had lost, but... this was not because his archery skills were behind. His angry eyes shot at Gasuwen again. His eyes were sharper and stronger than arrows.

"Dong!, the 56th drum sounded, Yang Yuanqing pulled the arrow and pulled it away suddenly. In the darkness, he could see the two highlights clearly. In the frontier, he would shoot five hundred arrows every night, and for three years, he created his extremely tenacious determination and archery skills that hit thousands of shots.

"Boom! Yang Yuanqing's arrow came out of the string, one beat slower than him. Gassuwen and Alatu's second arrow shot out at the same time. Three arrows flew rapidly in the air, and three incense heads were also fired... slap, and the ground was extinguished one after another.

There was still the last arrow. Yang Guang glanced at Rangan and shook his head with some regret. He turned around and smiled at Yuan Taizuo, "It seems we have to compete again."

"Yes! Goguryeo is willing to obey His Majesty's arrangement."

Yuan Taizuo smiled proudly. His son did not disappoint him. Goguryeo was able to go along with the Great Sui Dynasty.

"Bong!" This is the fifty-ninth drum sound. At this time, Yang Yuanqing only had three men left before the finish line. He calmly pulled out the last arrow, pulled the bow like a full moon, the arrow went like a meteor, and an arrow rushed towards the last incense head fire as if it had given life. The arrow passed the fire point and then went out. Yang Yuanqing's three tables were dark, and there was no light at all.

Applause was thunderous and cheers were everywhere. Even the women and families could see that the warriors of the Great Sui Dynasty had completely shot out the incense.

Gasuwen sneered proudly. This was his first laugh tonight. His last arrow also broke out and shot straight into the last incense head fire. At the same time as he shot, Alatu's last arrow was also shot out at the same time. Two arrows drove the soldiers together, but the distance between the arrows was getting closer and closer... smaller and smaller...

A slight sound came from the darkness, and the two arrows disappeared, and the surroundings became silent. Everyone could see clearly that the last incense head fire on Gasuwen's table was still lit, and the last two incense head fires on Alatu's table were also lit. Neither of them shot the last arrow.

Gaisuwen suddenly turned around and glared at Alatu. Alatu snorted coldly, threw a Turkic word and left, but Yang Yuanqing understood this Turkic word, which is a Turkic proverb.

"The eagles on the grassland will never bring hatred back to the nest! …

"Dong!" The sixtieth drum beat and the competition ended.

A guard rushed to the steps and shouted loudly: "Arrow competition, Da Sui won with one arrow!"

There was a sudden cheer around. Yang Guang raised his head and laughed with joy, and his mouth couldn't be closed. Yes, Yang Yuanqing lived up to his expectations and saved his face. He must reward him heavily. He turned around and smiled at his wife, Empress Xiao, and said, "Zhangtong, this is the world's number one arrow in the Sui Dynasty. It is known as the yin mountain flying general. You should also praise him."

Empress Xiao had a hint of embarrassment on her face, and she forced a smile, "Your Majesty has such a good general, which is a blessing for the country."

At this time, the three archers jumped off the horse and came towards the steps together. Alatu patted Yang Yuanqing on the shoulder. The two said a few words in Turkic words, and Alatu gave him a thumbs up.

Gai Suwen followed them a little slower. His expression in his eyes was extremely complicated. It was Yihe who was angry and dissatisfied. He suddenly stepped forward and whispered to Yang Yuanqing: "I want to compete with you again, and compete with the weapons on the horse!"

Yang Yuanqing stopped, looked back at him, and smiled faintly, "Yes, I will accompany you, but it's not now, not here, but on the land of Goguryeo, we will see you on the battlefield!"
Chapter completed!