"Be careful, old general!" Zhuge Liang's face changed slightly and he actually stood up from the wheelchair.
"Han Sheng—" Wei Yan was also shocked and shouted hurriedly.
The arrow was extremely fast and reached Huang Zhong before he finished speaking. He tilted his head slightly and the arrow whizzed past him. The strong wind blew his white beard, making it flutter in front of him.
Everyone cried out in surprise. Huang Zhong hung his sword on the saddle, took out his bow and arrows, and shouted, "It is rude not to return the favor!"
call out-
The arrows used by Huang Zhong were different from those used by others. The arrowheads were two taels heavier than ordinary arrows. The bow was like a full moon and the arrow was like a shooting star. Only a streak of white light could be seen breaking through the air.
Prince Gongsun didn't take it seriously, he looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahaha, old man, you can shoot..."
The two men were about a hundred steps apart. His bow was made of hundred-year-old yellow mulberry wood from Xianbei Mountain and black bear tendons, and his arms had a strength of a hundred pounds, so he was able to force Huang Zhong back. Most people could not shoot at such a long distance, and even if they managed to reach it, it would be like a spent force and pose no threat.
But before he could finish his laughter, the arrow was already whistling towards him. His face suddenly changed drastically, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid it, but let out a scream.
It turned out that the arrow split into two. One arrow brushed past the fox tail hair above his head, and the other arrow suddenly fell down and pierced his arm firmly.
Gongsun Wang was proud of his bravery and strength, and no one could get close to him in normal fights. When he arrived in the Central Plains, he wore armor to protect himself from arrows. However, in order to facilitate movement, the armor only covered his chest and back, and his arms were covered with animal skin sheaths. The arrow hit his arm right in the arm.
"Ah - damn this old man!" King Gongsun was enraged. He pulled out the arrow and threw it on the ground. He ignored the blood pouring from his arm and urged his horse to rush out.
"Humph, although I am old, my arrows are still sharp!"
Huang Zhong looked at the violent Prince Gongsun proudly and flicked the bowstring with his hand. A dull buzzing sound came from the air, as if in response.
Speaking of this bow, there is a story behind it. When Liu Qi first entered Sichuan, he passed by Mount Emei and met Master Zixu, who gave him the Zhentian Bow. It is said that a white snake was killed at the foot of Mount Qingcheng and the bow was made into a hard bow. Ordinary people could not pull it at all. It was given to Liu Qi as a reward for his generals to help boost the military power of the Han Dynasty.
Liu Qi gave the bow to Huang Zhong without hesitation. All the generals were amazed and thought it was well deserved. In the Jingzhou army, if Huang Zhong's archery skills were second to none, no one dared to rank him first.
The bow is three feet and three inches long, and the bowstring is two feet and seven inches, which is a circle larger than ordinary bows. The bowstring is made of python tendons, and the bow body is made of unknown material. The outside is tightly wrapped with python skin, and the tentacles are elastic. The handle and the string are inlaid with ivory and gold wire decoration, which is calm and luxurious.
As soon as Huang Zhong got the bow, he loved it. It felt slightly heavy in his hand, but he only needed to pluck the bowstring to realize the extraordinary power of the bow. Combined with his archery skills, it was like adding wings to a tiger.
However, this bow was too powerful for ordinary arrows to withstand it and often missed the target. After several modifications, Huang Zhong and the craftsmen finally made a special arrow. If the bow string was fully pulled and fired with full force, the arrow could hit the target three-quarters of the way away.
Prince Gongsun was wounded by an arrow, and like an enraged beast, he rushed forward wielding his two hammers, with his hands raised high, and smashed down with the force of a mountain.
Huang Zhong calmly put away his bow and arrow, and faced with this fierce attack, he did not give in at all, and raised his sword to block the blow.
Bang-
With a dull thud, the cast iron handle of the sword was bent like a bamboo pole. Huang Zhong's hair and beard flew in the air, but he stood still.
The yellow horse under his crotch had its tail raised high, neighing and roaring, kicking up the sand on the ground.
Looking at the two bronze hammers again, they were bounced up by the shock. Gongsun Wang, who was coming towards him, growled, and his mount stood up, disappearing in the dust in an instant.
The soldiers of both armies cried out in surprise, shocked by Gongsun Wang's attack, and even more surprised that Huang Zhong could take it.
Although Huang Zhong's reputation is not as high as Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, his strength is almost the same. Because he ran around to treat his son's illness in his early years, his hair and beard have already turned white. He looks like he is seventy years old at the age of fifty, and it is easy for him to confuse his opponents.
The two men circled their horses and turned back. Prince Gongsun's eyes were red like an angry black bear, staring at Huang Zhong intently, unable to understand how this old fellow had so much strength.
Huang Zhong also raised his sword and rode his horse, circling around Prince Gongsun. He had just engaged him head-on to prove that he was not old, and also to test the strength of this Hu general.
He wasted the first half of his life and failed to display his strengths. However, he was trusted and promoted by Liu Qi in his forties, and enjoyed a second spring in life. Huang Zhong cherished every battle.
Gongsun Wang indeed underestimated the enemy at first, and his momentum was successfully suppressed by Huang Zhong. He stared at him for a while, then roared and attacked again.
A pair of copper hammers kept hitting him like hammering iron. Huang Zhong was surprised to receive his full-strength blow, but after all, he was old and weak, and lacked energy. He wanted to defeat the opponent by relying on his natural strength.
Facing the fierce attack like a storm, Huang Zhong was able to deal with it calmly. His sword was like a dragon crossing the river. Not only did he deftly resolve the opponent's offensive, he almost killed Gongsun Wang several times.
Xiahou Ba pulled his horse back to the side and watched the battle from close range. He was secretly shocked. The arrow Huang Zhong shot just now should have been better than that of his father Xiahou Yuan. He didn't expect that Huang Zhong not only had amazing archery skills, but also had such strong martial arts.
When the defeated army returned to the camp, it was said that Xiahou Yuan was defeated by the veteran Huang Zhong and was captured in front of the battle. If it were not for Zhang Fei's kindness, he would have been hacked to death at that time, and became a laughing stock in the army.
Xiahou Yuan always felt ashamed of this and thought that Huang Zhong had captured Xiahou Yuan through trickery. But now he suddenly became shaken, thinking that the rumors were not groundless.
If my father fights Huang Zhong head-on, how many rounds can he last
Xiahou Yuan thought back to the fight just now. He was almost captured after several rounds. For a moment, he felt mixed emotions. Should he thank Huang Zhong for not killing him
"Ah—" At this moment, the two armies suddenly burst into exclamations again, but what Xiahou Ba heard was the strange cry of King Gongsun in front of him.
At this time, the two men fought for more than thirty rounds. Gongsun Wang roared continuously, but he could not do anything to Huang Zhong. When he was getting angry, he didn't know where Huang Zhong's sword came from, and he had no way to avoid it.
In panic, he just instinctively shrank his neck, and the fox fur crown on his head was cut off by the big knife. He was frightened to death and his scalp was numb.
Under the warm sun, there was a shiny, oily head with steam rising from it, as if it had just been taken out of a steamer.
"Barbarian?" Zhuge Liang had already sat back in the four-wheeled vehicle calmly. Seeing this scene, he leaned forward slightly, as if thinking about something.
Although the two of them only fought for more than fifty rounds, Gongsun Wang had already been panting like an ox due to his full strength, his throat pulling like a bellows. He looked at Huang Zhong, who was standing tall and majestic, vigilantly and did not dare to attack rashly again.
When two brave men meet in a narrow road, the brave one wins. In the past, he believed that he was invincible in the world, so naturally his offensive was brave and his momentum was amazing. Just now, he was almost beheaded by a single blow, and he was frightened. His momentum had been broken by Huang Zhong, and his hands holding the hammer could not stop shaking.
Only he himself knew that although his armor was soaked with sweat, what was flowing down his forehead at this moment was cold sweat.