Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 421 The Strongest

The former Qin Dynasty was the weakest.

The Northern Wei Dynasty is the strongest.

For a long time, everyone thought so.

Hearing this, Ji Jiashu stared blankly at the stadium in the distance.

Eight years have passed, and many people have almost forgotten that this country, which is now called the weakest, has indeed conquered the entire land and gathered the most powerful forces in the entire continent under its own command.

"It's also the failure of the Northern Wei Dynasty." The old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life looked at the horse farm not far away, narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's been so many years, I don't bother to change the tactics, and use those two women's rotten things."

"Use it..." Ji Jiashu was a little embarrassed when he heard the contempt in the old man's words.

The rumors are indeed true. Mr. Mengyang seems to have seen through the world of mortals when he is old. He doesn't care about many things anymore, but he still holds absolute hostility towards Da Si Ming and Shao Si Ming forever. This is indeed true.

Although Ji Jiashu has never met the chief commander and the young commander, he also knows very well that the tactics and formation of the two are absolutely not something rotten...

Rather, it is difficult for most people to learn...

The meritorious service of Shao Si Ming in defending the world is not obvious, but even though most of the documents have been destroyed now, Ji Jiashu has peeped a lot of real achievements about the chief minister Lin Shubai through the Ji family's intelligence network.

When he saw it for the first time, he was only shocked.

If such achievements were placed on any ordinary general, it would be enough for this person to be awarded the title of God of War.But only that woman is a woman, many merits have been covered up, and even added to Emperor Taizu Emperor Yingdi.

Looking at the old man with a complex expression in front of him, Ji Jiashu took a deep breath. Although there were some inaccuracies in Mr. Mengyang's words, they did solve a lot of his doubts.

Combined with some facts he knows, everything has been strung together.

Ji Jiashu looked at the racecourse where the ball was fiercely scrambled in the distance.The cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty was indeed powerful, but few people know that the cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty was led by two former Qin generals.

Before Da Si Ming and Shao Si Ming took over, most of them were stragglers who only knew how to charge and use brute force, but after being incorporated by the Qin Empire, they became the Northern Wei cavalry who later shocked Xi Rong.

Today's cavalry in the Northern Wei Dynasty still retains the traces of the military training of the chief commander and the young commander. After all, practical things on the battlefield will be passed on to the recruits through the veterans.

Shao Siming and Da Siming later became Qin people, and their methods of training soldiers should have survived in the former Qin.

At this time, the tactics used behind the battle between the former Qin Dynasty and the Northern Wei Dynasty actually came from the same line.

Because of this, that woman told him before the opening that she was the only one who knew how to deal with it in the Northern Wei Dynasty...

perhaps.

Although she knew that she might be able to get these, Ji Jiashu still had a hard time imagining how Ying Baoyue, as a former Qin princess, could use these tactics so skillfully.

Although the physical fitness of the former Qin practitioners was not as good as that of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the Northern Wei Dynasty consumed a lot of physical strength in the previous battle with Soochow.

Speaking of cooperation, although the practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty were well-trained, many of them were not submissive, and there were frictions to some extent.

Although the cooperation between the former Qin practitioners was not tacit, everyone showed absolute trust in the command of the girl at this time.

Combining various conditions, the former Qin and Northern Wei, these two completely different countries, at this moment, on this field, have almost achieved miraculous equality in other conditions.

So under almost equal conditions, where will this game go?

Ji Jiashu, like the others watching, kept his eyes wide open, for fear of missing every detail on the field.

Since the other conditions are almost the same, it is still tactics and individual superb performance that will be fought in the end.

"The stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty..." Mr. Mengyang squinted at Meng Shidao on the high platform, "This car Xuanzhen is very good."

Ji Jiashu nodded, "But..."

"But..." Mr. Mengyang spoke at the same time as him, and the next moment, under his humility, the old man looked at the young people on the field with cloudy eyes and spoke quietly.

"But it's still a bit late." He said quietly.

Mr. Mengyang has a complicated expression.

If he hadn't seen the Che Xuan formation commanded by that woman back then, he could tell from the bottom of his heart that this Northern Wei stepson commanded it well.

But there is no if in this world.

He didn't want to mention that woman anymore, but he had to admit that when the little girl mobilized the thousand-man cavalry, she was able to make her advance and retreat in an orderly manner.

But at this moment on the court, the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty was commanding seven people, and he already showed an expression of powerlessness.

"And that woman..." Mr. Mengyang looked at Ying Baoyue in the former Qin team in the distance, and finally he remained silent.

If it is said that the command of the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty is decent but a little stiff, the command of the former Qin girl actually has no formed formation and seems extremely random, but in this casualness, there are extremely strong changes and subtleties response.

"Northern Wei Dynasty, Form Five!"

"Former Qin, Secondary Four!"

The clock ticking every quarter of an hour on the sidelines of the arena has struck the last time, and the game has reached the last quarter of an hour, but no one expected that the score is still so tight.

Everyone had anxious expressions on their faces.

And the faces of the practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty, who were not very obedient, were even more irritable.

"What's the matter? Meng Shi?"

"How come the more you direct the worse?"

They just reluctantly listened to Meng Shi for the sake of his strength and his victories in every previous game, but at this time the Northern Wei stepson's command could not be immediately effective, and the commotion in the Northern Wei team became obvious.

Meng Shi's face turned pale, but the next moment she looked hopefully at Qianqin's team.

It stands to reason that the woman, like her, was reluctantly accepted by other practitioners based on her record. The woman was still on the field as a woman. At this time, the score was lagging behind. That woman should also be questioned by her peers. That's right.

However, when seeing that slender figure, Meng Shi's pupils shrank.

The sound of the wind blows away, a little bit of sparks.

And in those few firelights, she saw.

That girl, she was laughing.

In such a predicament, when Meng Shi herself was in so much pain that she wished that the competition would end soon, the girl who was also sweating profusely was laughing.

On the racecourse, Qingyue's singing sounded.

"Take off the scarlet posture, wear brocade clothes, silver stirrups and golden saddles shine in the sun, the dust in the field flies behind the horse, and the ball in the air flies forward. The ball is like a star, and the stick is like a moon. Suddenly, the horse rushes straight to the hole with the wind. The clothes are wet, The horse is sweating, and it needs to be rested when it is asked by voice, or because the horse is exhausted, it has to be spent overnight."

When the practitioners of the former Qin Dynasty were timid for a while, the girl swung her sword and rode forward.

The ball is like a star, the stick is like a moon, and suddenly the horse rushes straight to the acupoint with the wind.

"Former Qin, Secondary Five!"

draw!

Sweat trickled down Meng Shi's forehead.

At this moment, the examiner's countdown sound came from the side of the arena, and it was already time to end!

If it can end in a draw, there is still a chance to increase the time. The time is too short. If the ball is not close enough to hit the ball with the long sword, it is too late to score.

And at this moment, a practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty blocked the ball in front of his own goal, and was about to attack Qianqin's goal with great joy on his face, but at this moment, the exclamations of bystanders sounded from around, Meng Shi widened his eyes and looked at Not far away, Ying Baoyue suddenly opened his bow and set an arrow, facing... the ball under the sword of that practitioner!
"Count down to tens...ten..."

The examiner in the distance has already started counting down.

"Left and right, up to two people!" Meng Shi shouted hoarsely.

"Surround her!"

Her yelling was not in vain, two Northern Wei practitioners broke through the blockade of the former Qin Dynasty, left and right to outflank Ying Baoyue.

Time seemed to freeze in an instant.

But at this moment, an unexpected scene happened, which shocked everyone's eyes.

Meng Shi opened her eyes wide, and saw that the girl in the distance lifted her knee slightly, and all the arrows in the quiver on the side of the horse bounced into the air. The next moment, Ying Baoyue lowered her head and raised her head, with two arrows in her mouth.

And the next moment, three arrows were fired.

"Five! Four! Three!" The examiner's countdown hit everyone's hearts...

"two……"

"Buzz!"

Just before that sound, the girl's bow vibrated.

Three arrows fired together.

No one could see clearly what happened.

The dust in the field flies backwards, and the air ball flies forward.

In the rising dust, the two practitioners who had surrounded the girl were forced back by the two arrows directed at them.

With a scoff, blood flowed from the girl's fingers.

And the remaining arrow.

The next moment, the final countdown sounded in the stadium.

There was the sound of a polo hitting the net.

　"Take off the scarlet posture, wear brocade clothes, silver stirrups and golden saddles shine in the sun, the dust in the field flies behind the horse, and the ball flies forward in the air. The ball is like a star, the stick is like a moon, and the horse rushes straight to the hole (goal) with the wind... People's clothes are wet, horses are sweating, and they have to rest when they ask each other, or because the horses are exhausted, they have to spend the night." -- "Flying Before the Stick Polo"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)