Lu Bing couldn't just give up. He felt guilty because Wang Zhaoyi died for him. He couldn't let his benefactor's daughter be left unattended...
"Xiuying, this is your last wish before your father passed away. If I can't take care of you, he will be uneasy." Lu Bing said sincerely, "Don't let your father worry, OK? As long as Xiuying agrees, I will do everything. Promise Xiuying!"
Xiuying looked at Lu Bing's serious and determined expression, then looked at the package in Lu Bing's hand, she seemed to understand something at a young age.
She could also see that even if she disagreed, Lu Bing would not give up.
Xiuying thought about it seriously, and then solemnly said: "Uncle, Xiuying can recognize you as a foster father, but in this life, you can only be called your father, you cannot be called your father, and you cannot be called Xiuying Xiaoying. If you are uncle If you can agree, Xiuying will be called Wang Lu Xiuying from now on."
Lu Bing nodded excitedly, and said with joy: "Good, good! Uncle promised you! He promised you all!"
Xiuying listened to Lu Bing's words and bowed to her head. Lu Bing hurriedly supported her with one hand.
Xiuying looked at the package in Lu Bing's hand, and then said, "Father, can you give her father's ashes to her daughter for safekeeping?"
Lu Bing was startled first, then grandly handed the package in his hand to Xiuying.
Xiuying carried the package behind her back, and took a long sigh, as if she felt relieved a lot.
Daddy's death made Xiuying seem to have grown up in an instant, and her gestures felt like an adult.
Lu Bing sighed secretly, but did not show it, but took Xiuying's hand and said: "Come on, father tells you who is in the family... Father has no children yet, and there is a grandfather in our family. And a grandmother are very kind people. Of course, and your mother... Your mother is very virtuous and virtuous, she will treat you well and love you well... She is clever and will do it for you A lot of nice clothes..."
Lu Bingxu talked a lot about Xiuying, until Xiuying fell asleep, Lu Bing left the camp.
Lu Bing looked up at the sky, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and he couldn't help sighing, "Tomorrow is a good day..."
The next day, Lu Bing ordered an army of 10,000 and went to a place twenty miles outside Hongshixia with Tang Long, Liu Biao, Xue Yang and others to meet with Arak Khan. Only Yang Sen couldn't worry about putting down the stones and stayed in the camp.
The third round of the game will be held today. With this round of victory, it is decided whether Arak Khan will return the people of Ming Dynasty or Lu Bing will hand over the seizure of Ma Shi.
Zhang Ju has already geared up and is ready.
Arak Khan's side also sent his own shooter, an veteran warrior who didn't seem young anymore.
The archery competition is divided into two rounds, the first round is a dead target.
The two sides have set up their own target, a total of two rows, twenty targets, all set on both sides, forming a "mouth" shape with the armies of both sides.
Zhang Ju and the old Mongolian archer rode their horses, standing in the middle of the two rows of targets, and ran past the targets set by the opposing camp. Whoever shot ten arrows fastest and most accurately was the winner.
Zhang Ju and the old Mongolian shooter drove their horses to the open space between the two targets. They looked at each other. The old Mongolian shooter saw Zhang Ju's appearance and characteristics, and said in Mongolian in amazement: "Are you a Mongolian? Against profuse sweat!"
Zhang Ju said indifferently in Chinese: "This officer was once a Mongolian, but now he is an officer of Ming Dynasty. He has no relationship with Mongolia for a long time."
The old Mongolian archer looked at Zhang Ju with the eyes of the Da Ming looking at the traitor, and continued to shout in Mongolian angrily: "You are a pony born under the blessing of Changshengtian, eating horse milk. How can you give up this brand? Dropped!"
Hearing this, Zhang Ju spoke in Mongolian, and said coldly: "It was also a hungry wolf on the grassland, which took the lives of my biological parents! Now there is only hatred between the official and Mongolia!
The old Mongolian archer was slightly startled when he heard it, as if he had evoked old thoughts, and stopped talking.
At the start of the game, Zhang Ju and the old Mongolian archer started at the same time with the sound of a drum. The two men driving horses were surprisingly similar!
The two of them clamped the mount tightly with their legs, loosened the reins, freed their hands, and controlled the horse with their legs only. Following the rhythm of the horse's running, it undulates and merges with the horse. The movements are not rushed but not slow.
Then quickly took the bow and drew the arrow, the upper body was straight, not rushing, nor rushing the horse, but aiming at the bow with the horse's speed.
"Huh!" The stringed arrows flew, and the horses' running and archery seemed to have nothing to do with them.
Before the arrow hits the target, the second arrow hits the bow and shoots...
The two of them held a bow in one hand, and turned into an afterimage in the other, with both hands steady and fast. They methodically drew out an arrow and shot it on the string.
In a snap of their fingers, the two completed the task almost at the same time.
When they stopped and turned the horse's head, the first arrow hit the target was still shaking.
"it is good!"
"so amazing!"
Chinese and Mongolian are intertwined, resounding through the sky.
Soldiers on both sides are cheering, such a superb archery competition is rare in your life!
Lu Bing and Arak Khan sent out knights to check the situation of hitting targets on both sides.
"Red Heart!"
"all hit!"
The knights of the two camps expressed the same meaning in two languages.
"Wow..."
The cheers were a bit more enthusiastic, and the morale of both parties rose!
Zhang Ju and the old Mongolian archer went back to camp together. When they were about to pass by, the old Mongolian archer suddenly said, "Why do you... why did you know Horqin's archery skills?"
Zhang raised his head and said, "Because I am from Horqin..."
The old shooter was taken aback for a moment, a trace of eagerness flashed in his eyes.
When the two returned to their respective camps, Lu Bing asked Zhang Ju, "This round is very beautiful, but it's just a draw. The next round will be a moving target. Are you confident?"
Zhang Ju, who has always been full of confidence, has a very serious expression at this time...
There is another person with the same serious expression as Zhang Ju now, who is the old Mongolian archer.
Seeing that the old Mongolian archer came back slowly, Arakkhan hurriedly summoned him and shouted: "Aren't you the first person under Zhebye? Now the Horqin people have long since lost Zhebye. How could you be with a Ming officer? tie?"
The old shooter said with a solemn expression: "The famous officer is a Horqin. If I lose this round, the Horqin will have a new philosophical farewell!"
"What? Daming's officer actually has Horqin people?" Arak Khan couldn't believe it.
"Now that Horqin people are no longer prosperous, one of the reasons is that there is missing a true symbol of Horqin. This symbol is also the true hero in the heart of the entire Mongolian archer, that is, Zhebye." The old archer said sadly: "I have been exhausted for a lifetime. , I hope to get rid of the shadow of Zhebie, but since Zhebie died more than 20 years ago, I still bear the title of the first person under Zhebie... Is it true that only Horqin people can be called Zhebie?"