Chapter 128 The gap

Because there are too many people taking the exam, the riding and shooting competition is not carried out alone. On one side of the school field, there are 200 targets in a row, and the candidates will show their shooting skills to a group of people in accordance with the order.

When riding and shooting, there are actually three items to be tested. The first is riding, the second is shooting, and the third is naturally riding and shooting.

However, this year's examination of the Martial Arts Academy is a bit special, and Dean Zhou is good at making a decision to erase the riding part. In his words, the Sui Dynasty had only two pure cavalry teams that had devoted all its national strength. These candidates were basically useless than riding, because the generals of the two cavalry were personally selected and removed by His Majesty. Even if the candidates in the Martial Arts Academy had excellent grades, they would have to have the opportunity to enter the army for training three years, and the probability of entering the two cavalry was almost zero.

Without riding competition, the last two items were directly performed.

Shooting and riding.

Each time, two hundred people shoot arrows at the same time, each with ten arrows. Five fixed shots and five sports shots.

Fang Jie was the third batch of candidates who entered the field. When others were shooting archery, he stood quietly and watched. He looked very carefully and seriously, as if he wanted to remember every detail. On the target, soldiers drawn from the right guard were responsible for recording the test-taking results. Qiu Yu, a professor at the Martial Arts Academy who was responsible for invigilating the examination, stood behind the target. She didn't seem to worry that the feather arrow shot in the air would accidentally hurt her, and she was walking around the courtyard and patrolling back and forth behind the target.

Seeing that he was about to come to the stage, Fang Jie squatted down and tidied his boots. He used the straw rope he found to tie the boots to his calves, stuffed the hem of the robe into his belt, and tied the sleeves with straw ropes. After he was ready, he heard the shouts of the invigilator.

"Next batch!"

Fang Jie took a few breaths slowly, looked at the step bow and the ten feather arrows in the quiver pot assigned to him. On the other side of the target, the right guard soldier who was responsible for recording the results pulled down the feather arrows on the target and collected them, and then retreated to the back of the cover again. With the sound of a gong, Fang Jie and their 200 candidates stood in a row where the white lines were drawn.

Fixed shooting is divided into five parts. The candidates first walk to the first white line seventy steps away from the target, shoot an arrow, then quickly retreat, and shoot another arrow on the way back. Then retreat to an eighty steps away from the target, stand and shoot an arrow, and then quickly retreat one arrow. And so on. There are five white lines in total, retreat four times and shoot nine arrows. The last arrow requires the candidates to quickly exchange positions 120 steps away from the target, and shoot the tenth arrow while running.

The time to complete the shooting art competition, the pace and direction of the running, plus the accuracy, and the comprehensive score.

The rules are not complicated, but it is not easy to shoot these ten arrows well. The step bow they used was built by the weapons workshop of the Sui Dynasty. It is easy to send feather arrows out at 200 steps. But even that said, you must know that when the arrow is shot at a distance of more than 70 steps, the arc landing point must be calculated when the arrow flies out. Retreat to a distance of 110 steps, the arrow will fly in the air so long that a slight wind can even change the trajectory of the feather arrows.

It also requires accurate shooting during running, which is easy to imagine how difficult it is.

Fang Jie tied the quiver to his back and adjusted it to the position where he could pull out the feather arrow by raising his hand. First, Kong pulled the bow string a few times and adapted to the strength of the bow. Before he started, he lowered his head and looked for a small stone, buckled it between his fingers and shot it with the bow, and kept watching the trajectory of the stone until it landed. Fang Jie remembered the feeling of the stone when it was shot out just now.

The moment the sound of the gong sounded for the second time, Fang Jie immediately raised his hand and pulled out the first feather arrow from the quiver on his back without any aiming action, pulling the bow and shooting the arrow, and doing it in one go. The first arrow is seventy steps away from the target, and this distance is not a difficult task for Fang Jie.

After the first arrow was shot out, Fang Jie did not see whether the arrow hit. He did not turn around and run for a distance like others before turning around and aiming. Instead, he slapped his feet and floated backwards like a kite that was swept up by the wind. His left and right feet alternated, and his body rushed back and galloped back again and again. When he flew up, Fang Jie had already pulled the feather arrow out of the quiver. When his body landed on the ground, the bowstring was full, and he jumped up again, and the feather arrow shot out.

After redirecting his feet several times, he finally retreated to the second white line eighty steps away from the target. He pulled the arrow, shot, and then retreated backwards quickly, pulled the arrow, shot, and the movements were flowing.

When Fang Jie retreated to the third white line ninety steps away from the target, there were not many candidates who were at the same distance from him. Although Zhang Kuang, who was about ten meters away from Fang Jie, was injured some time before, he showed amazing qualities in this pure military exam. When Fang Jie shot the third arrow and retreated, he took the time to glance at both sides of himself. He found that Zhang Kuang was actually slightly faster than him, about half a step ahead of him.

On the other side, Yu Xiao, the son of Yu Manlou, the general of the left Wuwei Guard, was almost parallel to Fang Jie. Obviously, Yu Manlou, the general, was extremely strict with his son. Yu Xiao's posture of pulling a bow and shooting archery was extremely standard, and even the instructor who trained recruits could not do better than him.

Unlike Fang Jie's point-and-ground direction, Yu Xiao's shooting skills seem to be more solid than Fang Jie. He ran and shot arrows, and almost every arrow was sent out just by aiming.

Even the distance is farther, there are a few people with excellent skills who are comparable to Fang Jie's speed. Six or seven out of the ten are candidates from military and military backgrounds.

This kind of competition shows the advantages of soldiers to the fullest.

From shooting the first arrow to retreat to the fifth white line one hundred and ten steps away from the target, the nine arrows will take no more than two minutes at most. Only one or two people faster than him, six or seven people reaching this distance, and four or five people slightly slower.

But at this moment, the problem arose.

For example, Zhang Kuang and another soldier who had arrived a while ago were stunned for a moment, as if they didn't know how to shoot the tenth arrow.

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When Fang Jie ran to the position, he finally understood why Zhang Kuang, who was one step earlier than him, was hesitant. The tenth arrow asked the candidates to exchange positions, but if the leading people ran to the candidates' positions beside him, their vision would be blocked by the candidates who had not yet run back. In other words, those slow-moving people became obstacles for them to shoot the tenth arrow. But if they waited for them to shoot the tenth arrow before they returned, the advantages they had won before would be gone.

When Fang Jie thought of this, he found that Zhang Kuang looked at him. In an instant, he understood what Zhang Kuang meant, but he immediately shook his head. The distance between them was more than ten meters, with at least six people separated by them. If the two of them switched positions, the distance between them was too far, and the candidates who were separated by them were still their obstacles to retreat. The previous leading time that he had finally obtained could not withstand any squander.

Without time to hesitate, Fang Jie immediately jumped to the side. While landing, he tried to squat down and then gathered all his strength on his legs. In an instant, he could feel the muscles on his legs tightening quickly. This feeling of swelling was very good, which improved his confidence in his heart again.

After squatting down, a strong explosive force immediately appeared on his feet. After stepping on the ground, Fang Jie's body suddenly pulled up. While jumping up, Fang Jie pulled out the last feather arrow from behind and shot at the target in the distance without hesitation.

At this moment, the candidate who was facing the target just stepped back to less than one meter in front of Fang Jie. The tenth arrow that Fang Jie shot almost flew over to him, scaring the candidate to scream, and subconsciously bent forward and dodged.

Fang Jie smiled apologetically at him, and the tense muscles on his body slowly relaxed. He turned around and walked back, untied the quiver tied to his back while walking. The right guard soldier in charge of supervising ran over and took back the step bow and quiver in his hand.

Fang Jie found a stone to sit down, pulled a piece of weed and held it in his mouth, watching those who had not completed the exam run and shoot with all their might. The feeling of retreating from the game is very wonderful.

Zhang Kuang returned the arch and quiver to the soldiers of the right guard, walked to Fang Jie and sat down and smiled and said, "I thought this assessment would beat you, but in the end I was overtaken by you because of hesitation. Alas... I had known that there was one of you, such a soldier candidates this year, so I shouldn't have come."

Fang Jie smiled: "Actually you can get faster."

Zhang Kuang was stunned for a moment, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It has reached its limit."

"How many times did you see me when you were shooting an arrow just now?"

Fang answers questions

"Four times"

Zhang Kuang answered truthfully.

"You want to beat me too much."

Fang Jie sighed, stretched his body and said in a calm tone: "Because you want to beat me too much, you are distracted. You keep seeing if I surpass you. Although the time you use to look at me is very small, it still has some impact on your actions. If you focus on shooting arrows, you will at least be two steps faster than me. But you are only one step faster than me in the end, and you were wasted this step because of hesitation at the last moment."

Zhang Kuang nodded, and said after a moment of silence: "I really want to beat you, I really want to."

He also pulled a weed from the weeds on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it while learning Fang Jie, "I said just now that this is the only exam that I have the chance to win you once. After this exam, I'm afraid there will be no chance again."

"Why do you want to beat me so much?"

Fang answered the question.

Zhang Kuang hesitated for a long time, turned to look at Fang Jie and replied seriously, "Because you are jealous."

Fang Jie reached out and patted Zhang Kuang on the shoulder, but said nothing.

Zhang Kuang smiled and said, "People are always like this, and they will be jealous of people who are better than themselves. Sorry, you regard me as a friend, but I regard you as an opponent."

Fang Jie slowly shook his head and said in a very gentle tone: "If I don't treat everyone as an opponent, how could I beat most of them?"

Zhang Kuang was stunned, then nodded thoughtfully.

At this moment, a fat figure floated over from a distance. While floating towards Fang Jie, he said with a smile: "Xiao Fang Jie, haven't seen me for several days? I'll see if you failed the exam. If this is the case, I plan to have some good food today to celebrate."

Fang Jie looked at the fat figure and smiled first. But when he saw the dirty guy's body clearly, Fang Jie's face darkened again.

"What's wrong?"

When Xiang Qingniu arrived beside him, Fang Jie frowned and asked as he looked at the broken Taoist robe on Xiang Qingniu's body.

"You're just going to wipe your butt for you. You haven't wiped it well. It's so bad, it's all covered in smell!"

Xiang Qingniu sat down beside Fang Jie, and gasped and said, "I found that day... who is this person?"

He pointed at Zhang Kuang.

Zhang Kuang recognized the Taoist robe on Xiang Qingniu and knew what the Taoist robe meant. So he stood up, held his fists and said, "I have seen a real person. My name is Zhang Kuang. This year, the candidate from the Martial Arts Academy, is led by the military leader of the Anyuan City border."

Xiang Qingniu smiled and said, "Xiao Fangjie's comrade, haha, one is a talented person, and the other is a talented person... Can you go to the side to rest for a while? I have something to explain to Xiao Fang."

"good"

Zhang Kuang smiled and said, "You guys talk, I'll go over there and see the other brothers."

After saying this, he turned around and walked away. As he turned around, the humble and sincere smile on his face disappeared. He didn't know what he was thinking, and the look of sadness and sadness flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Kuang, who slowly walked towards other candidates, gradually became colder.

Listening to Fang Jie chatting and laughing with the fat man in a black Taoist robe, his arrogant face became less and less beautiful.

I actually want to beat you once like an idiot... You are someone valued by His Majesty. You have friendship with the people from the Great Inspector Office. You have friendship with Wu Yidao, you have friendship with the boss of Hongxiuzhao, you have friendship with several major scholars in the court, and you have friendship with that beautiful female professor... Now another real person comes out to chat with you and seems so familiar. What should I compare with you?

Fang Jie...What is your identity?

Zhang Kuang... How idiot are you? You are just a little hike leader with no future. You don't know the people from the Great Inspector's Office, you don't know the Sanjin Hou, you don't know the Grand Secretary, you haven't entered Hongxiuzhao, you can't talk to the professors of the Yanwu Academy. There will be no big figure from the Dao Sect coming to chat with you, and you won't be appreciated by Your Majesty... You are just a little man in the Northern Barbarian tribe who had to marry the daughter of the tribe leader and killed her with his own hands in order to survive and make meritorious contributions.

Zhang Kuang, there is too big a gap between you and Fang Jie.

He smiled bitterly as he walked.

You are people from two worlds.
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