Chapter 5: Playing with Big Guns in the Middle East

Having trained on the training ground for many years, he knew there was no time for hesitation. He immediately grasped the long knife with both hands and raised it above his head, positioning the blade at an angle to make an upward thrust on one side of his body

In the midst of the competition, a momentary lapse in concentration could result in losing the initiative. Almost at the same time that Zhao Fubo was overjoyed to feel the "power" of the spear, the young horseman Muluque silently and stealthily approached, adhering to the rules of combat on the battlefield.

The more Wei Zhen looked, the more confused he became. He had practiced the "Wei Family Gun Technique," but he had never experienced such a feeling before

It would be one thing on a normal day, but today I absolutely cannot lose face for Xiao Yu. Let me show you all my marksmanship!

With a long knife in hand, he struck the blade against the constantly swaying tip of the spear. He had little confidence that he could deflect the spear to the side with the front of the long knife, thereby clearing a path for his advance

When

The dark red spear danced as if it were a living dragon, constantly swirling with the opponent's force. Although the tip of the spear, glimmering with the light of countless cold stars, did not cover the opponent's vital points, it pressed down upon the young horse, Muluque, like layers upon layers of towering mountains.

It is already an unascertainable matter whether there are still descendants of the old Yang family. As for the Yue family's spear, apart from what is originally held by the Yue family, the ones stored in the Song Dynasty palace have long since disappeared along with the "Records of the Martial Ancestor" (which is considered to be the Martial Ancestor's legacy)

Listening to the sound of the long gun emitting a "woo" akin to the roar of a tiger in the mountains, the young horse, Muluque, was astonished, and he could hardly believe what he was witnessing.

A soft sound echoed as the barrel of the large gun was knocked aside. Immediately after, the stout figure of the young man, Muluque, moved with the swiftness of an antelope.

It can be said that Zhao Fubo received the * map * book and launched a surprise attack, and the momentary joy led to negligence, which suddenly placed him in a dangerous situation

Her eyes were fixed on Zhao Fubo, and in her pair of exquisite eyes, an involuntary expression of impatience emerged.

However, he does not understand that, with regard to Chinese marksmanship, such a short amount of time is sufficient for Zhao Fubo to launch another attack

Reaching down to pick up the Atlantean sword and shield that his elder brother Zhao Xu had thrown on the ground, he returned the short sword and shield to the weapon rack amidst the astonished gazes of everyone. He even took the care to wipe the short sword with a cloth before sheathing it.

With no other choice, the young horseman Muluk had to once again grip the knife with both hands and thrust the spear forward

Go to his side ... ... ! ''

To deal with this type of attack that resembles a stick, this is the best method. The force will move along the inclined long knife, dissipating the power and allowing oneself not to bear the full brunt of the opponent's attack

Because what he held was not the hard iron spear that everyone had long been accustomed to; instead, he picked up the large spear that had been gathering dust for many years from the weapon rack

This Wei family spear technique, its origins from which family is unknown, and Wei Zhen himself is entirely unclear about it as well. He has practiced this spear technique somewhat, but unfortunately, while he possesses courage, his innate talent is truly lacking. Furthermore, with his father passing away early and no one to guide him, he has not been able to achieve any notable accomplishments.

The shaking of the gun barrel seemed to stem from the weight of the large gun, yet it also appeared to be due to the opponent's insufficient strength. Little Mamluk felt a slight doubt in his heart. However, just for a moment, he could not help but feel astonished.

Once again, there was a muted collision, and the horse Muluque leaped to the side. The tremendous force caused his muscular arms to tingle, and he needed a moment to readjust his movements

Wei Zhen sighed quietly, he knew the Imperial Guards he had trained. Apart from fighting to the death, these fellows did not understand the concept of surrender

He could only wield the increasingly feeble long sword to make a final stand

In the past, the martial arts of the Zhao brothers were tested by the family generals. Naturally, someone like him, a minor Mamluk, was unaware of this, and regarding the power of the spear techniques from the Central Plains, he was even more ignorant.

What is most annoying is that constantly shaking gun muzzle, where will it stab next or will it suddenly swing around to hit itself

When the opponent evaded the threat of his gun and entered the circle, the long knife, accompanied by a "whoosh" of slicing wind, resembled a venomous long snake, swiftly gliding along the dark red, smooth shaft of the spear, heading straight for the hand that held the gun

When it comes to marksmanship, naturally his family's skills are far less renowned than those of the Yang family or even the Yue family.

He was even certain that if this large gun were in his hands, the power of the "Wei Family Gun Technique" would be more easily unleashed. Joy made him almost forget everything around him; the only thing he felt in his heart was the "force" of this large gun.

With a long knife in hand, ready to attack, the green eyes fixed intently on the spear held by Zhao Fubo. This time, no one expected him to show mercy; the long knife would naturally be wielded with full force, ideally knocking the opponent's spear away with a single strike, making them aware of his own prowess.

At the same time he was contemplating, the horse, Muluque, had completely lost its ability to attack under the continuous assault of the large gun in Zhao Fubo's hands

How could this happen

One of the Zhao brothers was defeated by his own carelessness, while the other simply resorted to using this long weapon against his own long sword, which inevitably led him to look down upon and disdain the Zhao brothers.

It is incomprehensible why he, despite being in disarray, does not surrender

Zhao Fubo shook the large gun in his hands, feeling the power of the long spear, and an overwhelming sense of ecstasy surged within him

According to the book on marksmanship, the sensation of the movement of power in the gun is referred to as "listening to the force." Although the large gun in hand is harder and heavier than the thick white wax rod he trained with, Zhao Fubo can feel that the energy in this gun is "alive"

Using the opponent's force, he flew towards the oblique large spear. With Zhao Fubo's control, it traced a perfect arc in the air. Then, the large spear, accompanied by a "whoosh" sound, rushed towards the face of the young Mamluk.

When ... ...

Before me stood a figure slightly shorter than myself, yet wielding a large gun that seemed almost alive. The dark barrel of the gun swayed, its blade glinting with fragmented light under the sun of the desert. The red tassels danced alongside the gun's tip, forming a magnificent display.

The originally somewhat dismissive Ma Mulu of the Zhao brothers, upon seeing Zhao Fubo choose a rather peculiar long spear, could not help but raise the corner of his mouth even more arrogantly

Listening to the applause in the arena, the green eyes of the young man Muruk remained as cold as ice, his expression as frigid as iron. Only the slight upward curl of his upper lip might indicate his inner discontent.

His expression naturally did not escape the keen eyes of Shu Yuer, who quietly curled her red lips

His robust physique enabled him to master the combat skills of the Mamluk cavalry, which can be considered a certain level of proficiency. Upon seeing Zhao Fubo raise his spear, which was precisely the starting posture of the Wei family's spear technique, he could not help but feel a surge of delight

He realized that the opponent's spear was not shaking due to a lack of control or aim. On the contrary, when the spearhead began to sway, the young Mamluk was astonished to find that he did not know in which direction to parry with his long sword

The situation on the field is clear; today, Wen Shi's assessment of Zhao Fubo has passed smoothly. If he were to excel in the martial arts competition as well, would it not be a significant display of prowess

Zhao Fubo was startled by the attack from the young horse Muluque, which was completely on a different level from the skills he had just observed in his opponent

As Zhao Fubo selected his weapons, only Wei Zhen's eyes revealed a deep sense of pride. Zhao Fubo's spear technique was merely the "Wei Family Spear Technique" passed down in his own family.

It seems that Erlang is indeed a suitable candidate for martial arts training; his skills with the spear may very well enable him to achieve great accomplishments in the future

He knew that the little horse, Mulu, had given his elder brother a chance, but he did not expect it to be so substantial. When the opponent unleashed their full power, their speed was surprisingly fast, and their movements were remarkably agile

This is the gun I want

With a sudden shake, the long spear was immediately thrust to one side. The long shaft, aided by the force of the small horseman's Mamluk sabre, formed an arc. Following this, the spearhead emitted a sound of "whoosh," swinging back with even greater speed, heading straight for the small horseman Mamluk's side

He does not understand, he merely feels that compared to the hard polearm used by the Mamluks, the shaft of this spear seems a bit too soft

The barrel of the large gun resembled a city wall, producing a sound of wind that rapidly approached his cheek. What puzzled him the most was how this soft-barreled long gun could possess such explosive power

After he took a swift step forward, the long knife in his hand generated a gust of wind as it lunged towards Zhao Fubo, who was still experiencing the agility and power of the rifle.

Since the age of 6, the young Muluque has been continuously receiving excellent combat training. He naturally understands that the only way to deal with such long weapons is through close-quarters combat

Oh... could it be that his strength is insufficient

Harboring great disdain for Zhao Wujis methods, despite the poor performance of the young horse Mulu, she could discern with her limited skills that Zhao Xu merely won due to leniency

Although taken aback, he relied on having already "heard" the power of this long spear, and coupled with the insights he had gained from the "Wei Family Spear Technique," he felt no fear in his heart

Er Lang is indeed a remarkable talent for martial arts, but unfortunately, he places more emphasis on martial skills than on literary pursuits. Where can one find a good teacher and friend to assist him in becoming a peerless hero like King Wu Mu, who excels in both literature and martial arts

What he found unacceptable was that the long spear, which had been knocked away, made another arc, with its unsteady tip swaying and rushing towards him with even greater force

Zhao Fubo observed all of this, noticing the concern she had for him in her gaze. For the first time, Zhao Fubo felt an overwhelming desire to win, wanting to earn more face for Shu Yuer.

This is a large spear with a dark red long shaft, rumored to be a weapon brought by the Zhao family from the Central Plains. Unfortunately, the Zhao family members here have long been accustomed to the hard iron spears used by the Mamluks, and in Huangsha City, no one has practiced the techniques of the Song Dynasty's internal family spear for a long time

He then cast aside the heavy leather and iron armor vest he wore. Finally, when Zhao Fubo picked up his weapon, everyone present couldn't help but be taken aback.

Ah ... ... ! ''

Zhao Wuji would certainly not allow him this opportunity, thus although Zhao Fubo had memorized the texts, he would likely face hardships in the competition.

Everyone understands the saying "an inch longer is an inch stronger, an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous," which holds true in both the Eastern and Western contexts during the era of cold weapons