Turning the tide in the Red Chamber

Chapter 117 [117] Comparing Arrows

Under the complicated eyes of everyone, the steed turned around, jumped up and down, trying to throw Cao Bianjiao off his back.

Cao Bianjiao held the reins tightly.

If it weren't for his great strength, he would have been thrown out long ago.

Cao Bianjiao was furious and furious, but he could only lie on the horse's back, cursing while wrestling with the horse:

"That damn beast!"

The onlookers watched with gusto. The people who were mocking Jia Chen just now were all watching Cao Bianjiao's excitement, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

According to the rules, if Cao Bianjiao fell off his horse, he would be sentenced to failure.

Amidst the discussion and ridicule of the crowd, one man and one horse fought in the arena.

The onlookers were stunned.

This reversal came too fast!

No one could have expected that a game that they imagined to be one-sided, with no suspense, would turn out to be such a spectacle.

In a delicate atmosphere, everyone looked at Cao Bianjiao, who was in the midst of thrills and dangers, and at Jia Chen, who was walking forward unhurriedly, all of them had strange expressions on their faces. expression.

Is this not a dream?
The hard-earned BMW was firmly suppressed by a bad horse.

Simply incredible!
Thinking hard!
Some onlookers rubbed their eyes, unable to believe the weird scene in front of them.

At this moment, Jia Chen suddenly turned around on the horse and rode backwards on the horse.

Under Cao Bianjiao's astonished eyes, Jia Chen watched Cao Bianjiao fighting with the horse under him with a smile on his face, and shouted with a smile:
"Little black horse, don't just spin around! Jump! Jump!"

Seeing that Cao Bianjiao's face was livid with anger, Jia Chen continued to laugh and said:
"Come on! Come on, little black horse! If you can throw him off, I'll give Cuihua your wife."

Cao Bianjiao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot with anger.

"Nice job! Yes, just jump like that! Bump him to death! Beautiful!"

As soon as these words came out, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd of onlookers.

Cao Bianjiao was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He just wanted to open his mouth to scold Jia Chen, but the horse under his crotch bumped him suddenly, causing him to almost bite off his tongue.

Zhang Yang almost exploded with anger, roaring:
"Jia Chen! If I don't kill you, I won't get rid of my hatred!"

Everyone looked at Zhang Yang as if they were looking at a clown.

Jia Chen smiled disdainfully.

When Cao Bianjiao finally calmed down the steed under his crotch, when he looked up again, he found that Jia Chen's poor horse was crossing the finish line with small steps, like a leisurely stroll.

There was a burst of warm applause and cheers all around.

Although the competition was not fierce, Jia Chen's resourcefulness won people's respect and admiration.

Cao Bianjiao froze in place as if struck by lightning.

At this moment, the people around, including Lu Xiangsheng, looked at Jia Chen in shock.

It was truly an unprecedented horse race.

In a jaw-dropping way, Jia Chen won what can be called the slowest horse race in history.

It is enough to be compared with Tian Ji's horse racing, and it can be recorded in the annals of history and become a good story.

The scene was silent, and everyone's faces were filled with indescribable strangeness and astonishment.

They looked at Jia Chen with amazement in their eyes.

No matter what happened in the process, Jia Chen still won.

Cao Bianjiao seems to be invincible, but the art of war says "arrogant soldiers must be defeated".

The onlookers all thought of this art of war, and the defeat of Cao Bianjiao was not as strange as it was at the beginning.

Lu Xiangsheng laughed loudly:
"I knew Mr. Jia was both civil and military, so he must have a plan. I wondered why he chose such a bad horse. It turns out that there is such a skill here. Mr. Jia's talent is unmatched by ordinary people, and he has the ability to appear like a ghost."

At this time, Lu Xiangsheng's face turned from cloudy to sunny, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth. Although the process was a bit weird, the result was good. At this time, he was in a very good mood. Looking at Jia Chen, he just felt Very pleasing to the eye.

Cao Bianjiao and Zhang Yang showed resentment and aggrieved expressions on their faces.

For the two of them, this game was like a nightmare.

Shame!
What a shame!

It's also a bit unbelievable.

The hard-earned horses could have crushed bad horses, but they didn't expect to give them such a great humiliation.

Zhang Yang is the prince's brother-in-law, he is arrogant and defiant, when did he suffer such a big grievance?
Cao Bianjiao is young and energetic, he is the nephew of the famous general Cao Wenzhao, and he is also very unconvinced.

In a fit of rage, Cao Bianjiao got off his horse, roared, and stabbed BMW's neck with a knife, shouting, "Go to hell!"

Accompanied by a howl, the sweaty horse fell to the ground, struggled for a while and then fell silent.

Cao Bianjiao shouted violently:

"Jia Chen! You won't win by force! If it wasn't for this damn beast, how could you win? I don't accept it!"

Jia Chen smiled slightly, this defeated general was just incompetent and furious.

"If there is a battle between the two armies, and you die because your horse loses control, will the King of Hades care if you accept it or not?" Jia Chen asked lightly.

As soon as this remark came out, Cao Bianjiao blushed instantly. He was speechless and could only yell violently:

"I admit defeat in the horse race, but I am proficient in archery. Do you dare to compete with me in archery?"

Jia Chen smiled slightly, nodded and said:
"of course can!"

For the past two weeks, apart from searching for Jia Mu's private money in Jinling, Jia Chen also took a break from his busy schedule to practice archery.

He has a photographic memory and a very high level of comprehension, and he will soon be able to hit a hundred shots.

Now that Cao Bianjiao wants to compete with him in archery, Jia Chen is naturally not afraid of him.

At this time, Lu Xiang raised his voice and shouted:

"Jia Chen wins the horse race! In the second round, it's a shooting competition!"

The noise here attracted more people to watch.

Cao Bianjiao and Jia Chen came to the side field, where an archery target had been set up, and the distance between the target and the shooting point was about a hundred paces.

Cao Bianjiao's arrow skills are well-known in Luoyang City, and most people think that Jia Chen is doomed.

Under the eyes of everyone, Cao Bianjiao roared: "Bring the bow!"

As soon as the words fell, a soldier immediately presented a strong black and purple bow.

"Good bow!"

The knowledgeable person next to him gave a sigh of admiration.

The soldier next to him handed over another pot of arrows.

With the bow and arrow in hand, Cao Bianjiao's aura immediately rose steadily, giving people a huge coercion.

Someone praised: "The bow in Cao Bianjiao's hand is made of red sandalwood. It is extremely hard. This bow is probably as strong as three stones."

One stone is converted into the weight of future generations, about [-] kilograms.

A three-stone bow is [-] kilograms.

During the Three Kingdoms period, Huang Zhong's bow was three stones.

It can be seen from this that Cao Bianjiao is really strong, and his single-wheel arm strength is already comparable to Huang Zhong.

When they heard that the bow had three stones, the people around showed inexplicable expressions.

Lu Xiangsheng also secretly sweated for Jia Chen.

This Cao Bian's shooting technique is so powerful?

Doesn't Jia Chen have any chance of winning?
Everyone also felt that Jia Chen would probably lose.

(End of this chapter)