There was still a dark area in the doorway, with no figure.

The people on the city wall were obviously too late to wait.

People were talking a lot.

It's been so long, haven't come out yet?

Who is this person?

Could it be that Wang Shouren rushed back, right?

It was amid the discussion.

In fact, after this hole, countless officers and 50% of the soldiers guarding here were stunned.

Because what they saw was a cripple.

The cripple carried an iron-tied bow on his back, and at the same time, he also carried a box. It was a box, not a quiver. In the box, there were arrows, and a wolf-toothed arrow exposed the arrow feathers.

This wolf-toothed arrow is particularly thick and heavy. It is specially made for iron-tied bows. The ordinary quiver can't hold much, so I simply carried a box.

Zhang Yuanxi was a little nervous. He saw a pair of eyes. These people stared at their legs and feet all the time when they looked at them.

Facing these gazes, Zhang Yuanxi couldn't help feeling a little calm.

This was a kind of contempt and suspicious look that made Zhang Yuanxi feel uncomfortable.

He dragged his legs and continued to stagger.

Every step forward is very slow.

The road is also very long.

When he passed through the door opening and then walked out the door opening step by step, he looked up and looked at the city with high walls. On the high wall, there was already a lot of people, and countless people couldn't help but cheer.

In any case, he is the saber of the Ming Dynasty.

People were subconsciously excited and cheered.

Whether skills are inferior to others does not matter.

What's important is that people have the courage to compete with the Tatars for their best archery horses.

Zhang Yuanxi felt a little dizzy. Seeing the crowds surging above the high wall and hearing countless cheers, he took a deep breath, and then continued to drag his legs and limp, heading towards Chi Shu, the fifth Tatar prince opposite.

The cheers gradually stopped.

Until this time, people discovered something.

Someone suddenly said, "It's a cripple, why is it a cripple?"

Suddenly, people were in an uproar.

Many people are afraid that they will not see carefully enough, so they raise the telescope in their hands.

really……

Zhang Yuanxi limped and seemed to be very difficult to walk.

"How come a cripple who competes with the Tatars?"

"Are you mistaken?"

People looked at Zhang Yuanxi in the urn with sympathy, and behind Zhang Yuanxi, the huge city gate began to slowly close.

The city tower was already in chaos.

"It's a cripple." A ritual official shouted.

Isn't this a joke?

The face of the fifth prince of the Tatars, who was sent by the Ming Dynasty, was just a cripple. Look at his inconvenient legs and feet, he limped around the city so much, which was like a comic drama.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan were calm and calm. They looked at each other and were all happy.

The good show is about to begin.

The Minister of Rites Zhang Shenggao was actually not very concerned about the battles in the urn. After all, he is a civil servant. What are the tricks of such a military man?

But as soon as everyone said the word "clar" in unison, Zhang Sheng's face darkened.

In his life, the word "clar" he hated the most in his life was the word "clan".

What's wrong with the cripple? Did the cripple eat your rice?

Send a cripple?

Well? This is a bit contempt.

Fang Jifan is so smart.

The fifth prince who dealt with the Tatars sent a cripple to fight. Even if he lost, the Tatars would be defeated and faceless. No matter what the final result was, the Ming Dynasty still maintained its dignity.

If you win by chance.

No, I think Fang Jifan's original intention of sending a cripple was not planned to win at all.

No, no, this is a little bit of detail. In short, the face of the Ming Dynasty is important.

But where did this cripple come from?

Zhang Sheng said, taking out the telescope slowly. When his eyes fell on Zhang Yuanxi, Zhang Sheng's humble smile suddenly frozen. He took a deep breath and looked at it tightly. The mania in his heart could not calm down for a long time.

Zhang Sheng felt that he had read it wrong.

After the telescope lens, his pupils began to dilate, and finally... it was confirmed.

It's his son.

The telescope fell to the ground with a snap.

The lenses were smashed.

Zhang Sheng shivered and his face turned pale.

An official said, "Zhang Butang, Zhang Butang, what's wrong? Zhang Butang, are you talking."

Looking at Zhang Sheng who was stiff all over, everyone rushed up to express their concern.

"Poke Damn!" Zhang Sheng roared: "That's my son, that's my son. Come, hurry up, stop quickly, open the door, send a rider to rescue my son!"

Zhang Sheng said, the man had already rushed towards the female wall, his legs had been put on the wall, and he almost turned over the female wall, and jumped off the city wall.

Once this towering city wall jumps down, it will definitely be crushed to pieces.

Fortunately, there were many people here, and everyone was busy pulling him to the point.

Zhang Sheng didn't care about being decent, and rode on the female wall and shouted, "Save people, save people, Fang Jifan, you are not moral or not, how could I offend you? I am just such a son. What kind of evil have I committed? Hurry up, go down and save people. If you don't save people, it will be too late!"

At this time, everyone stared at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan's face was as usual, and he looked like he was not in charge of his own affairs.

this……

It's a bit unethical indeed.

Even if Zhang Butang offended you, it wouldn't be like this. He has such a son. Do you want someone to win the queen? This is too unauthorized.

Zhang Sheng continued to cry loudly.

But when Abuhua saw this, her face turned pale.

A cripple was sent out.

This is the fifth prince, the sharpshooter of our Tatars, and the son of the Great Khan whom Changshengtian favored. The other party sent only a cripple to humiliate the fifth prince.

A trace of sharpness flashed through his eyes.

This...is a shame.

It's a great shame.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, showing an inadvertent smile. Since that was the case, he would be even more polite. This cripple man must die.

On the other side, Zhang Sheng was already crying so loudly. He was pulled down from the female wall, but he cried to death, hammering his heart: "Fang Jifan, Fang Jifan..."

…………

Under the city.

Zhang Yuanxi was not affected by any influence, so he stood still and looked ahead from afar.

Directly in front of me, the fifth prince Chi Shu was about three hundred steps away from me. This distance...is very suitable.

The most important thing is that this is a urn city, with high walls on all sides, so there is no wind.

He breathed evenly and lowered the arrow box.

Opposite him, the fifth prince Chi Shu seemed to feel a little strange. At first he didn't care, but after all, they were far apart. For Chi Shu, no matter who the opponent was, it actually didn't matter.

He was a Tatar Swordsman, who could hit every 180 steps. Even his father Khan often praised him.

You should know that an ordinary shooter is qualified if he can hit the target within a hundred steps.
To be continued...