"Brother, something's wrong! This man made my ass bleed, can I be all right?"
Inexplicably feeling that there was something wrong with this, Yuqing Yuyu shook her head, slapped to death the obscene thoughts in her mind, and said righteously: "Leave it to Brother, and Brother will avenge you."
"Thank you, brother."
Yu Qingyu: "System, get this person down, I will trample him to death!"
The system was panicking from boredom, and the spiritual power lost some time ago had already been replenished. Hearing this, he suddenly became interested.
The Tsarist who was chasing up shot an arrow, hit the heart, and looked at the tenth prince: "Hahaha... we win this competition..."
"Boom..." The Tsarist who fell to the ground: "..." Where am I? Who am I? What happened? A group of people in a daze.
Yu Qingyu hid his merit and fame deeply, pulled the corner of his mouth, stomped on the man's face and walked away. He believed that the man would not die or be disabled.
After one lap, Yu Qingyu carried the Tenth Prince to start the second lap.
The rule is that whoever shoots the most arrows accurately within three circles and whoever reaches the finish line first wins. Everyone has only ten arrows. The distance between the horse and the target must not be less than fifty meters, and there are obstacles set up on the road from time to time. It can be said that this difficulty is not bad.
Yu Qingyu took the time to glance at the direction of the target, and found that the Tsarist Russians are still leading. It seems that their loss of one person does not have much impact, not good, very bad!
Next, Yu Qingyu deliberately slowed down and observed the Tsarist Russians. Whenever a Tsarist Russian wanted to shoot an arrow, Yu Qingyu told the horse under him to make trouble. Three out of ten times he was successful, because his body was in a state of inactivity at the moment of shooting the arrow. In the suspended state, the horse can affect very few places, but it is enough for the Qing Dynasty to catch up with the Tsarist Russians.
The time passed by every minute and every second, and it was almost the last lap, and the results were basically the same at the moment. The princes were all fighting high, and the Tsarist Russians were gnashing their teeth. Won.
King Zhijun set up his bow and shot an arrow. He took another arrow and put it in a good position, ready to shoot at the right time. Suddenly, the galloping horse in front of him slowed down.
Zhijun Wang Xinsheng was vigilant and continued to move forward, paying attention to the Tsarist Russians with a little attention. Those who could survive the station died early without much ability.
When the two horses were riding side by side, the Tsarist Russians suddenly attacked the king of Zhijun. The king of Zhijun was short and escaped the attack, but the arrow fell.
The Tsarist laughed, and left. Prince Zhijun clenched his fists angrily. If he did not take revenge, he would not be a member of the Qing Dynasty. Damn it.
The fourth prince has always been a paranoid person who thinks bad about others, and when the Russians approach him, his instinct is to avoid them, so as not to let the Russians take advantage of him.
Because of the reputation of the eighth prince, this competition is even more cautious. He is always a calculating person. Since this incident happened, he must use this incident to do his best to make those reputations real. Maybe it will be helpful for future leaders.
When a tsarist approached, the eighth prince had a gentle smile on his lips. The tsarist who saw him was puzzled. The eighth prince held the rope in one hand and stabbed the horse that the tsarist was riding with an arrow in the other.
The horse was stabbed suddenly, and galloped out like crazy. The person on him was only interested in controlling the horse, and there was still time to do something.
(end of this chapter)