The grasslands that had been boisterous just a moment ago became as quiet as the surface of a calm lake. Countless ragged breaths could be heard. All the Turks stared at the Great Khan's beautiful face, not daring to blink, fearing that they would miss a moment. Little Khan Sarmu, who stood beside his sister, also clenched his fists nervously.
Yu Jia's focused expression was exceptionally beautiful. She slowly pulled the bowstring to its fullest, and the golden arrow shone brightly under the sunlight.
"Zhi —" The bowstring creaked. At that moment, everyone held their breath.
The golden arrow drew a beautiful arc in the air, shooting straight at the rope that held the goat's body.
Still going to cut the rope with one arrow?! If even the Little Khan could do it, how could you defeat Tusozzo if you did it again?! Lin Wanrong shook his head regretfully.
The arrow whistled as it flew past. When it was about fifteen feet away from the rope, it suddenly slowed down as if it had run out of strength and was about to fall. A deep sigh could be heard from the plains. Be it the Turks or the Chinese, they all lowered their heads, unable to bear to witness such a cruel scene!
"Zhi —" Yu Jia smiled and pulled the bowstring again. This time, it was swift and powerful, and the bowstring hummed. With an explosive whistle, a second golden feather shot out from the canopy. Like a shooting star, it chased after the first arrow.
"Dang —" The crisp sound of the golden feather echoed in everyone's ears.
The second golden arrow spun at a speed several times faster than the first and struck the tail of the first arrow. With the tail and head connected, the already defeated first arrow was instantly infused with a huge amount of energy. The two arrows merged and became one, hitting the center of the rope with a swoosh. The goat's body swayed slightly and fell to the ground, splashing water everywhere.
The grasslands fell into a deathly silence! Even the strongest Turks were dumbfounded.
Little Khan's body trembled as he grabbed his sister's hand, and with a loud cry, he began to cry. He was only a five-year-old child after all. How could he withstand such a tense atmosphere? It was already impressive that he did not wet his pants.
Hearing Sarmu's cries, Yu Jia panicked. She hurriedly squatted down and softly comforted him, her eyes tender.
The surrounding Hu seemed to awaken from a dream and began to clap, their cheers soaring into the heavens.
"What a great 'Twin Stars Chasing the Moon', the crescent moon, amazing!" Even Hu Bugui and Gao Qiu could not help but high-five each, their excitement evident in their words. Cheering for an enemy woman was unimaginable in the past, but it happened naturally today.
Yu Jia had previously relied on her beauty and intelligence to conquer her people. At this moment, her exquisite archery skill was the symbol of martial power. This Twin Stars Chasing the Moon was even more difficult than Tusozzo's Arrow Piercing the Goose's Eye. Furthermore, it was done by a weak woman. Just now. of the Great Khan of the Yu Jia.
Yujia pulled the little Khan and stood up, waving at the people. The Turks knelt down respectfully, bowing to the beautiful Great Khan.
It turned out that this girl was hiding so many secrets. She even pretended to be pitiful in front of me. Fortunately, I didn't fall for her trick. Lin Wanrong snorted angrily. There seemed to be joy in his heart, but there was also worry. Yue Ya 'er's only mistake was that she was born a woman.
"I wonder how Yu Jia trained it." Old Hu shook his head and sighed. "Legend has it that our China's founding general, Marshal Li Tai's ancestor, had the unparalleled archery skill of three consecutive arrows. But that's only a legend, and I've never seen it. But this' Two Stars Chasing the Moon 'actually appeared before me, and it was done by a Hu woman. I'm ashamed, truly ashamed! "
"Brother Lin, in terms of archery, Yu Jia is behind you." Old Gao giggled.
"I've never fallen behind when it comes to despicable techniques." Lin Wanrong chuckled and said, "Moreover, as the saying goes, everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. It's true that Yujia's archery skills are better than mine, but my spear skills are also more ingenious than hers! Everyone's the same. "
Hu Bugui nodded. "That makes sense. Arrows are good at long-range attacks, spears are good at close combat, each has their own strengths. "
"But I've always been a studious person," Lin Wanrong said seriously. "In order not to be looked down upon by Yue Ya 'er, I'll practice my archery skills properly when I get home. One arrow to the left, one to the right, I'll shoot a hundred times a day. Let's not talk about 'Two Stars Chasing the Moon' or 'Three Consecutive Arrows', I don't believe that with my godly archery skills, I can miss the target! "
What godly archery skills? Gao and Qiu laughed as they listened to his boasting.
The moment the Great Khan broke the rope and the fat sheep landed, the competition had already begun.
Tusozo's archery skills that he was so proud of were overshadowed by Yu Jia's' Two Stars Chasing the Moon 'in front of everyone's eyes. All the Turks were excitedly discussing the Great Khan's amazing archery skills. Tusozo's expression was extremely ugly. He was known for his bravery, and was about to use the Sheep-Snatching Festival to conquer the Golden Blade Khan. Who knew that he would be defeated by the woman he liked in a moment of carelessness. How would his clansmen see him now? How would Yu Jia see him? How would the Silver Blade Right King conquer the beautiful and honorable Great Khan?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Tusozo roared and urged his horse forward like a shooting star. His handsome face was filled with killing intent. He wanted to vent all his frustration on the Sheep-Snatching Festival.
The Right King's rage was truly extraordinary. He and his clansmen were all warriors who had been through hundreds of battles. Their horsemanship was beyond imagination. More than ten people galloped together. From afar, they looked like a sharp arrow that had been released from a bow. Their speed was so fast that no one could match them.
The other two tribes were not to be outdone. Although their riding speed was slightly slower, they were also prepared for it. Just as the Turkic Right King was about to bend down and scoop up the sheep, the Hu at the very front of the opposing tribe suddenly shot out an iron rod with a rope and stabbed it into the body of the sheep.
"Roar —" The warriors cheered and quickly pulled the rope. Just as they were about to pull the goat's body up, they suddenly felt a huge force coming from the rope. No matter how hard the three of them pulled, the rope wouldn't move an inch.
Tusozo held the rope with one hand and sat motionlessly on his horse. In this stalemate, he suddenly roared. He pulled back with one hand, the immense force of the rope so great that the three Hu did not have time to react. Before they could react, they were thrown off their horses.
The divine strength of the Right King was truly extraordinary! The spectating Hu loudly cheered for Tusozo.
Tusozo picked up the sheep and swung his saber. Behind him, his clansmen moved as fast as lightning. They were not going in the direction of the finish line, but toward the opponent in front of them. The surrounding Hu were dumbfounded. Then they excitedly jumped up and loudly called out Tusozo's name.
Fleeing after capturing the sheep was not the Right King's choice. He wanted to use his valiant martial strength to defeat his opponent and then charge to the finish line in an honorable manner, taking back all the face he had lost to Yu Jia. This sort of domineering confidence was precisely what the Turks loved. Screams rose from the battlefield. Everyone was cheering for Tusozo.
The Right King's confidence came from his strength. Each of his warriors could fight one against ten. With the sharpest saber techniques and the most ruthless killing intent, they were like wolves that had entered a flock of sheep. They swung their sabers, not caring who their opponent was.
To the other two tribes, the Right King's actions were a blatant provocation and humiliation. But the grasslands spoke with strength. No matter how tenacious their resistance was, the outcome would not change.
When none of his opponents were sitting on their horses, Tusozo held the sheep in one hand and raised his saber high. His killing intent surged as he slowly advanced. At the finish line, countless Turks were waiting to welcome him, cheering and saluting him.
"Damn it. This brat is too arrogant. " The Turks surged toward the Right King like a tidal wave. The Yue clan, which had been enjoying the cheers just a moment ago, was instantly deserted. The contrast was too great. Old Gao could not help but curse angrily. The battle they had just won was a tactical victory. But the Turkic Right King's secret was simple and direct — victory through brute force! It was obvious that the Hu preferred such a direct and exciting method.
The Right King enjoyed the crowd's cheers, but he did not forget to glance at the long tent. The Great Khan smiled and waved at him, his eyes filled with admiration and admiration. Tusozo was excited. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and bowed to Yu Jia from afar.
Tusozo would probably not be participating in the next round. General Lin waved his hand. Just as he was about to call Old Hu to draw lots for another round, he saw the Right King and his team slowly walk to the center of the grassland. They stood on the starting line again, looking around with arrogance.
"What's going on?!" Lin Wanrong hurriedly pulled Hu Bugui back.
Old Hu swept a few glances and said in shock, "They're going to fight consecutive rounds?! Is Tusozo crazy? "
The winner of the previous round could choose to continue the next round or rest temporarily to conserve energy. Since losing a round would mean being eliminated, almost all the winners would choose to rest temporarily. For someone like Tusozo, who ignored the huge risk and chose to fight consecutive rounds, he was challenging almost all the tribes on the grassland. This was a sign that his confidence was inflated to the max.
Lin Wanrong nodded and said with a smile, "This fellow is very clear-headed. He's going to win consecutive rounds to show off his martial power and regain his dignity in front of his tribesmen and Yu Jia."
Now that he said it, everyone could understand. Old Gao said, "If he has the guts, he should stand still on the field and keep fighting. Let's see how long this fellow can last."
Old Gao's joke shocked Hu Bugui. "Given Tusozo's personality, if he goes crazy, no one can win against him. If this fellow stands on the field and doesn't come down, and we still lack one victory — "
He did not know without thinking, but he was shocked when he thought about it. Given the great temptation of the Golden Saber Great Khan and the Right King's desire to prove his strength in front of Yu Jia, he would definitely do anything. If he really wanted to keep fighting and win three rounds to sneak into Kizil, would I have to fight Tusozo to the death?
Lin Wanrong was aghast.
The more he thought about it, the more likely it was. Gao Qiu tugged at his sleeve nervously. "Brother Lin, what do we do now?!"
Lin Wanrong thought about it and shook his head. "If that's really the case, there's nothing I can do. I'll have to fight it out with him. But I have a feeling that it won't be easy for Tusozo to dominate the field and not come down. "
"Why?!" Hu Bugui and Old Gao asked at the same time.
Lin Wanrong smiled. "Brothers, think about it. If Tusozo really wins the Sheep Snatching Meet and marries Yu Jia, what will happen?"
Was there a need to think about it? Old Gao laughed. "Tusozo, of course, will dominate the grassland!"
"Isn't that it?" Lin Wanrong said in a relaxed tone, "It's a situation where there are many powers and they keep each other in check. If this is broken and the ambitious Tusozo becomes stronger, will Badru and Lu Dongzan agree to it? Will Yu Jia agree to it?! "
A light flashed in Hu Bugui's mind and he said joyfully, "General. Do you mean that Yu Jia and the Left Prince will secretly stop Tusozo from winning? "
"It's just a guess." General Lin spread his hands and smiled. "Everyone has seen Yu Jia's intelligence. We'll have to wait and see what happens! "
Old Gao raised his finger and sighed. "Brother Lin, I admire you. In terms of intelligence and wisdom, only Crescent Moon can compare to you! "
General Lin laughed. "She's not as treacherous as me, and I'm not as cunning as her. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. "
They were all in cahoots and birds of a feather! Hu Bugui and Gao Qiu looked at each other at the same time and came to a conclusion about these two.
Tusozo's appearance in the field immediately caused a chain reaction. Some of the smaller tribes that had not participated in the competition started cursing. With the Right Prince standing in front of them, their chances of winning were close to zero.
Such a hero immediately caused countless young girls to scream wildly. They swarmed forward and presented carefully woven flower baskets. But the Right Prince's heart belonged to someone else, and under Yu Jia's eyes, he mercilessly pushed these young girls to the side.
In their sadness, the young girls settled for the next best thing, and presented the flower wreaths to the warriors beside the Right Prince.
These Hu people did not have that many scruples. No one refused, and each of them wore an exquisite garland of flowers around their necks. The Turkic girls who had come a little later could only helplessly place their garlands around the necks of the warriors' horses as a sign of respect.
Tusozo's team of horses was red and green, and was covered in bright flower wreaths, attracting countless envious gazes. They did not look like they were here to participate in the competition, but to organize a flower exhibition. Some of the warhorses did not seem to be used to the glorious moment of wearing flower wreaths on their heads, and some paced back and forth anxiously. Occasionally, their neighing could be heard.
Lin Wanrong shook his head in amusement. After sweeping a few glances, he gradually became somewhat surprised. The flower wreaths that the young girls presented were of different flowers and colors, but they were all exquisite and beautiful. The weaving technique seemed to be a reflection of the same mold, and there was a faint sense of familiarity. How strange!
What happened next was no different from what he had imagined. Relying on his valiant strength and ferocity, Tusozo won four matches in a row. Those tribes that dared to stand against the Right Prince all had their own unique skills. Although they could occasionally gain the upper hand, they were all defeated by Tusozo's godly strength.
Yu Jia's expression was calm, and he would occasionally smile as he beckoned to the Right Prince and his warriors. With this encouragement, Tusozo became even more spirited and invincible, and no one could match his saber.
"It's already the fifth match! Look at that eagle banner! Those are the Hu from the Left Prince's Badru tribe! "
Old Gao pointed at the chaotic battle of the Turks, his voice tinged with excitement and nervousness.
Dust billowed as twenty-some riders chased each other back and forth across the plains. The crisp clashing of spears and sabers rang out incessantly. This time, it was not as one-sided as they had imagined. Each of the Hu was more valiant than the other, and the two sides fought back and forth in an intense chase.
As expected of the valiant Badru tribe, even though the Turkic Left Prince was on the front lines and unable to personally come, the warriors of the Badru tribe were still able to stand up to the Right Prince's cavalry. And in every year's Sheep Hunting Conference, the battle between these two tribes was the most dazzling. Although the Left Prince was unable to personally lead the army this year, the tradition of the two sides fighting to the death had been passed down.
Both of them were among the strongest Turkic tribes, and neither was willing to give in to the other. Sparks flew as they clashed. Man against man, horse against horse. From the very start, the two sides were locked in a stalemate.
The surrounding Turks felt their blood boil as they cheered and cheered for their brave warriors. Waves of heat soared through the plains.
In terms of individual strength, the two tribes could be said to be evenly matched. It should have been an evenly matched battle. Alas, Badru could not personally come, and though the warrior who had taken his place was also incredibly strong and bold, he was still lacking when compared to Tusozzo. If he had not risked his head several times to tie down Tusozzo, that fat sheep would have long since been snatched away by the Right Prince.
"With one less Badru, they're no match for Tusozzo!" The Turkic Right Prince galloped like the wind, each strike of his saber striking fear into his opponent. Although he had fought five battles in a row, he showed no signs of exhaustion, and several times, he had nearly overturned the leader of the Badru tribe. Hu Bugui nervously watched the battle from the side.
On the steppe, the only one who could contend against Tusozzo was Badru. Once the Left Prince was defeated, the Sheep Hunting Conference would unquestionably become the domain of the Right Prince's clan. And from the current situation, it seemed like things were developing in that direction. Why hadn't Yu Jia made his move yet?
He anxiously glanced toward the canopy. Yu Jia was sitting on his throne, his eyes slightly closed and his face expressionless. His eyes flashed with a biting cold light, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Look, someone's fallen off his horse!!!" Hu Bugui's shout pulled Lin Wanrong's attention back to the present. He looked over. While they were galloping, one of the Right Prince's warriors raised his scimitar to block his opponent's attack, but for some reason, his horse suddenly staggered and fell to the ground. The horse he was riding on actually staggered, its front legs bent, and it fell to the ground, throwing the rider high up into the air and heavily throwing him to the ground.
Tusozzo's tribesmen were the cream of the crop, and their horsemanship was superb, so how could one of them suddenly fall off his horse? Before the surrounding Turks could react, there were several loud thuds, and four or five of Tusozzo's horses instantly fell, throwing the rider away. The divine steed under the Right Prince also staggered a few times. His footsteps were unstable and he almost fell. Fortunately, Tusozzo's horsemanship was superb, and with a squeeze of his legs, he loosened the reins slightly, and the warhorse steadied itself. Its speed immediately slowed down.
"Tusozzo's warhorse is exhausted. Warriors, charge with me!!" The battered and exhausted Badru tribal leader was overjoyed. With a howl, he brandished his saber and led his men forward.
There was a blood-curdling scream, and before the Right Prince could stand up, he was ruthlessly cut down by his opponent.
"What a Badru. How dare you poison my warhorse! Tusozzo will never forgive you!!! "The Turkic Right Prince was enraged. He hung the sheep's body on the horse's back, cracked his whip, and charged toward the finish line like a gust of wind.
This was the first time Tusozzo had charged straight to the finish line without winning. Despite being at a disadvantage, he was able to put down his pride and decisively change his strategy. The Turkic Right Prince was indeed capable.
Looking at Tusozzo, who was fleeing in a sorry state, Gao Qiu chuckled and said, "This kid is trying to show off. He didn't even let his warhorse rest. Now, the horse is exhausted and lost its footing. This is retribution."
Hu Buhui was an expert in rearing horses. He frowned and shook his head. "That's strange. Tusozzo's warhorses are practically the best of the steppe. How could they suddenly lose their footing? And all at the same time?! There's something strange about this. Tusozzo is right. It must be the Left Prince's tribesmen who did something! "
Did something?! Looking at the broken garlands hanging from the necks of the fallen Turkic horses, Lin Wanrong clapped his hands and laughed. "Good, good! Killing two birds with one stone. This lass is indeed as smart as I am! "
Gao Qiu's eyes widened when she heard this. "Brother Lin, you mean to say that Yujia did it?! Heavens, how is this possible? From start to finish, she didn't even touch those horses. How did she do it?! How did she do it?! "
Hu Buhui was also puzzled. To make a move under the watchful eyes of someone like Tusozzo required not only courage and intelligence, but also superb skills.
"Smart people don't need to do it themselves!" Lin Wanrong patted Gao Qiu's shoulder and smiled. "Moreover, I guarantee you that no matter how smart Tusozzo is, he wouldn't know how someone did it!! That's what's so brilliant about it. "
He suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart. It was not for anything else but this seemingly familiar method.
Back in Jinling, when he fought with Mei Yanqiu and the young prince, Zhao Kangning, didn't he secretly use the same method?! It was just that one was a perfume and the other a garland. Thinking back to Old Gao's words, "Crescent Moon and Brother Lin are the most compatible." It was really interesting.
The situation on the battlefield had reversed. The Turkic Right Prince, who had the upper hand just a moment ago, was now fleeing in panic. All the Turkic people widened their eyes, wanting to see what was happening. Even the Khagan and the Khagan could not help but watch with concern in their eyes.
The situation on the battlefield was already one-sided. Tusozzo galloped ahead on his crippled horse while Badru's most elite warriors chased after him. The distance between the two sides was gradually shrinking. The horse under the Right Prince was indeed a divine steed. Despite being so heavily injured, it was still able to maintain its speed. Hu Buhui did not even dare to blink.
Tusozzo was already an arrow at the end of its flight with the sheep on his back. The Left Royal Clan caught up in the next moment. He tightly clung to the mane of the horse's neck and constantly looked back, the anxiety in his eyes clear for all to see.
The Left Royal Clan had never seen the Right Prince in such a sorry state. The Left Royal Clan laughed heartily. The leading warrior took the lead and rushed to the front. With a whoosh, he swung the scimitar in his hand toward Tusozzo's head.
This was the moment he had been waiting for! Before the scimitar could fall, the Turkic Right Prince suddenly leaped up and kicked the back of his horse with all his might. The horse under him fell limply to the ground. He leaped into the air and crossed more than five feet before landing behind the leader of the Hu tribe. His fist was as fast as lightning. Before anyone could react, the Hu tribe's temple received a heavy blow and he fell to the ground with a thud. He was no longer breathing.
This series of events had taken place in the blink of an eye, and before the Turks could even blink, the situation had completely changed.
A look of shock flitted across the Great Khan's face before it returned to normal. She bit her rosy lips and actually began to applaud Tusozzo.
As if awakened from a dream, the Turks cheered endlessly. No matter which tribe it was, they were all impressed by Tusozzo's superb skills. In such a good situation, their leader had been inexplicably killed. This sudden change made the people of the Left King tribe at a loss as to what to do. The Turkic Right Prince was like a dragon that had entered the sea. With a fat sheep in his mouth, he galloped away, not giving his opponent any chance to retaliate.
Lin Wanrong let out a long sigh. "Defeated on the verge of success — Tusozzo is indeed powerful! Brother Hu, quickly go and draw lots. The next round will be our best chance! As long as we win one more round, everything will have nothing to do with us! "
"Ah? Aren't you worried that Tusozzo will make a comeback?! "Old Gao asked anxiously.
Lin Wanrong chuckled. "If Tusozzo doesn't learn his lesson from this situation, he won't be the Right Prince of the Turks. Before figuring out what's going on, he won't enter the battlefield so easily! "
Hu Bugui returned after a while. He waved the lot in his hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Damn it, it's so noisy over there. Tusozzo finally went off to rest. All the tribes, big and small, want to take this opportunity to win. Luckily General Lin reminded us in time. If we were a little later, who knows how long we'll have to queue up! "
Tusozzo had already won six rounds. He would be back at any time. In other words, whoever wanted to win the championship would have to get past the Right Prince. After narrowly defeating the Badru tribe, who else would dare to compete with the valiant Right Prince of the Turks?!
Fortunately, General Lin's goal was very low. As long as they won one more round, they would be qualified to enter the city. There was no need for them to win the championship!
The third round was uneventful and there was nothing worth remembering. The two opposing tribes were clearly traumatized by the fierce battle between the Left and Right Princes. Moreover, they had seen the Yue clan's brutal wolf pack tactics, so they were a little hesitant.
General Lin was in for a penny, in for a pound. He simply ordered Hu Bugui to run in front with the sheep in his mouth, while he and the other brothers guarded behind him. Together with the fierce Old Gao at the back, they used the shameful encirclement tactic to forcibly block the Hu people outside the door.
The fact that the smallest tribe on the grasslands could win three rounds in a row in the Sheep-Catching Tournament was already an amazing achievement. However, the Turks were used to the fierce battle between the Left and Right Princes, so their interest in them was greatly reduced. Therefore, not many people paid attention to them.
"This is great. Whoever wins the championship has nothing to do with us. We just have to wait to enter the city!" Hu Bugui said with a smile. It was already afternoon, but the arena was still filled with fierce battles. The Right Prince had already returned to his tribe and was discussing something with his clansmen. It seemed like he was in the process of choosing a new lineup for the competition. Among the remaining tribes, there were not many who could pose a threat to the Right Prince. If nothing unexpected happened, the champion of the Sheep-Catching Tournament would definitely be Tusozo.
However, all of this had nothing to do with them. They had achieved their goal. It did not matter to them who became the Khan of the Golden Saber Khagan.
It was not until sunset that Tusozo reappeared with a proud smile on his face. There were not many tribes left on the grasslands, and the number of tribes that could win three rounds in a row could be counted on one hand.
The return of the Right Prince this time was completely different from the last time. The battle with Badru's troops had won him back his reputation. Coupled with his previous six consecutive victories, his momentum was at its peak and his heroism reached the clouds. The Turks all prostrated themselves before him.
Only the best who could win three rounds in a row had the right to compete with Tusozo. And the Left Prince's troops had almost been defeated by Tusozo alone. With such power and power, who could match him?
In less than two hours, the Right Prince swept through the area with the speed of a tornado. All the victors had been defeated by him.
"Who can fight with Tusozo?!" The Turkic Right Prince stood proudly in the center of the grasslands and heartily laughed, his loud voice spreading to every corner of the grasslands.
The grasslands were silent. Other than the snorts of the warhorses, no one dared to answer him.
Tusozo called out several times, and everyone fell silent. He nodded in satisfaction. Just as he was about to run toward the golden saber hanging high in the tent, he saw the gentle and beautiful Great Khan Yujia slowly stand up.
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