In the Southern Song Dynasty, I competed with Mongolia for the world

Chapter 57 What does King Yi want to train as a dead warrior assassin?

"How much does this thing weigh?" Zhao Yurui asked Li Pingxia.

"Back to King Yi, three hundred catties." Li Pingxia's attitude was a little better than before, and he could probably lift half of it with both hands when he saw Niu Bao.

Zhao Yurui silently calculated in their minds that in the Song Dynasty, a catty was six hundred grams, which was equivalent to 360 catties in later generations.

Li Pingxia's change was too much with one hand raised, it was too frighteningly violent.

But when they came in, Li Pingxia had already raised his hand.

Zhao Yurui couldn't help but said: "Can you show me one more time?"

Li Pingxia's face was a little displeased, it really was a bad human accident.

But he looked at Wei Liaoweng, still reluctant, strode to the stone lock, pattered, and grabbed it with one hand.

This time Zhao Yurui saw clearly that he was grabbing from top to top with his backhand, and then saw him squatting slightly, and then slowly stood up, the three hundred catty stone lock was lifted up by him just like that , moved to the chest, paused for a while, took a sharp breath, and raised one hand up again.

He lifted the entire stone lock above his head.

Zhao Yurui and the others were dumbfounded, because Zhao Yurui felt that he hadn't done his best, and his face was not very red.

I saw Li Pingxia took a few steps forward, and then gently put it on the ground.

In the whole process, although he didn't reach the point of lifting weights lightly, it can be seen that he hasn't given his full strength yet.

Wei Liaoweng said again at this time: "Pingxia, go and get your bow."

Li Pingxia responded, turned and entered the house.

Wei Liaoweng said to Zhao Yurui: "Back then, Yue Wumu was born with supernatural power. He had the last crown, a three-hundred-jin bow, eight stone crossbows, and could shoot left and right. Li Pingxia was not weak either."

What does it mean?
Before Yue Fei became weaker (before he was 20 years old), his bow weight was 379.8 jin. If it was replaced by later generations, it should exceed [-] jin.

And Yue Fei can shoot with both hands.

Wei Liaoweng said that he is not weaker than Yue Fei, and he is still modest.

When Li Pingxia came out with the three-stone bow, Wei Liaoweng asked Zhao Yurui, "Does King Yi want to see Pingxia's archery skills?"

Li Pingxia stroking the arrow with one hand and the bow with the other, looked at Zhao Yurui proudly.

Zhao Yurui turned around and stretched out his hand: "Give me a copper coin."

Zhou Lai took out a copper coin from his waist and handed it to Zhao Yurui.

Whoosh, Zhao Yurui shook hands and threw it in front of the outer courtyard on the left.

When he threw it very high, Li Pingxia didn't move, because when he shoots an arrow at this time, the arrow will go over the wall.

Wait until the coin drops below the wall.

Li Pingxia, who looked tall and a little clumsy, quickly set his arrows and bent his bow. The whole movement was fast and urgent.

Hum, with a sound of strings.

Puchi, the arrow hit the courtyard wall.

Zhou Lai hurried over and exclaimed, "I hit it, the copper coin is embedded in the arrow."

"It's really a magic arrow." Zhao Yurui was full of praise, while Li Pingxia took it for granted.

All underappreciated talents in this world are personality problems.

Li Pingxia's character is really not likable, but he was lucky, he met Zhao Yurui, and Zhao Yurui needed such talents around him.

But this kind of person is not easy to recruit.

Li Pingxia directly asked Zhao Yurui, would King Yi outsource it?

He didn't want to stay in the capital to dawdle, he wanted to fight, go to the battlefield, make military exploits, and again, he had to have a place for him to train.

Zhao Yurui thought for a while, and said calmly, "I'm still in the capital for the time being, but I can assure you that I will find a way to outsource it next year."

"This-" Li Pingxia looked at Wei Liaoweng hesitantly.

His name is Pingxia, and it is estimated that the elders want to pacify Xixia.

Zhao Yurui didn't know about the grievances between Li Xianzhong and Xixia, but he definitely wanted to hug him first: "This king knows your heart, a man is a man, he has the courage to stand up to the sky, and he will build an invincible military exploit. If this king knows how to draw , I also want to paint a famous painting that will be handed down through the ages, you are so brave, you must use it on the battlefield."

"This king assures you that you will learn everything and use it to revive Zuwei."

Li Pingxia blushed slightly and looked at him a little excitedly.

Wei Ziweng hurriedly said: "What are you still thinking about? In the whole Song Dynasty, except King Yi, who else can tolerate your bad temper."

The corner of Li Pingxia's mouth twitched slightly, and after a while, he finally put his bow behind his back and knelt down on one knee: "The last general, Li Pingxia, pays homage to King Yi."

"Hahaha, get up, get up." Zhao Yurui stepped forward to help him up heavily: "I have Ping Xia, like a tiger with wings added."

Zhao Yurui successfully acquired Li Pingxia, a fierce general, and then looked around at his house. He found that the Li family was relatively large. After all, it was rewarded by the emperor to Li Xianzhong. The Southern Song Dynasty had regulations on the houses of officials, like Li Xianzhong. Taiwei, the most senior military officer, has more than fifty rooms, no smaller than his Wei Palace.

But the Li family has been in decline. In recent years, he has relied on the property saved by his ancestors and the support of a clan uncle to barely make ends meet in the capital. And training, eating meat every day, and family members to support, it is really not enough.

Li Pingxia has a wife and two children, both of whom are only twelve or thirteen years old. Life must be difficult.

He first called his wife to meet King Yi, and then said: "Go and call them here." It should be to call some relatives in the clan.

In ancient times, people called their wives out to meet people, usually because they had a very close relationship. Seeing this, Zhao Yurui wanted to subsidize him: "You should stay here temporarily. There are some young people in my house. After a while, They train pretty much in the queue, I will send a few over in turn, you help train them, and this king will give you [-] per month as their food expenses."

Swipe, Li Pingxia blushed, both excited and embarrassed.

In the name of helping to train the servants, Zhao Yurui supported him fifty times a month, and was very timely to him, but he couldn't say good things, so he could only look at Zhao Yurui gratefully.

Li Pingxia asked: "What kind of soldiers does King Yi want to train?"

"Riding ejaculation, come and go like the wind?"

"At least five years." Li Pingxia said: "I still have to ride a horse every day."

"Brave and decisive, go forward indomitably, one against ten?"

"That's an assassin or a bodyguard, one year is enough." Li Pingxia said proudly.

Zhao Yurui said calmly: "Then practice guarding first, and then outsource it later, and then practice fine riding."

"Sure." Li Pingxia said in a deep voice.

Wei Liaoweng's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but look at Zhao Yurui, what does King Yi want to train dead soldiers and assassins for?
After a few people talked in the yard for a while, Li Pingxia's wife brought in three men from outside.

Zhao Yurui looked up and was stunned again. The men who just came in outside were all tall and burly, with rough looks. Although they were not as tall as Li Pingxia, they were about the same as Niu Bao, about 1.8 meters.

Wei Liaoweng hurriedly introduced: "They are all descendants of Pingxia's clan, come and pay homage to King Yi."

"Greetings to King Yi." The expressions of the three people were more excited, and they stepped forward to pay their respects.

Looking at the tallness of these people, Zhao Yurui was very happy. Sure enough, they had similar genes, and they all looked like warriors.

(End of this chapter)