Rebirth of a Star General

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He Yan also bet in private in the barracks from the first day of betting with Wang Ba.

Some people who did not see He Yan pulling a bow at that time also deliberately looked at what He Yan looked like before going to bed at night. He Yan remembered that the last time he was so eye-catching, it was when General Feihong fought and won the award.

Although the situation is different nowadays, it is notoriously good or bad.

"Those people are too much!" Wheat came back from the outside, dissatisfied: "I heard that the people who gambled for Ahe Ge's victory counted with one hand, this is sure that Ahe Ge won't win!"

"This is just a normal person's normal choice." Hongshan Fuquan.

Tuo Heyan's blessings, these days the recruits can't do anything except for the hard work of the drill. When this happened, there were a lot of fun, and there were laughter everywhere, as if they had come to Fangshi in the capital.

"My elder brother and I also went to join in the fun, so as to give Ahe brother a strong momentum, but we bet on Ahe brother to win." Wheat looked at He Yan, pleased: "Ahe, are we very loyal?"

Before He Yan had time to speak, Hongshan asked first, and he asked, "How much dry cake did you gamble?"

"My brother and I are alone."

"One piece--" Hong Shan deliberately lengthened his voice, "So how many pieces did you vote for Wang Ba?"

"Ten dollars." Wheat replied without thinking. When he recovered, he met He Yan's gaze, and then blushed and stuttered: "No, no, we are thinking about winning more. A piece of cake, if you go back and share it together, if he loses, he will never be able to save his money... Fill his stomach." The more he said, the smaller his voice, and finally he dared not speak, and looked at He Yan pitifully.

He Yan was surprised, "Where are you ten dry cakes?"

Can’t save so much every day?

"Credit..."

He Yan was still surprised, thinking that this was actually a big gamble, not just casually.

She focused on the wheat road with a long heart: "Wheat, you still have to withdraw Wang Ba's bet, ten pieces of dry cake, are you going to be hungry for ten days, will you suffer?"

Hongshan has a headache: "Hehe, tell me a little bit. Now is not the time for anger."

He Yan: "...how can I say that you will believe that I have no anger?"

How could not believe it. The other three had written this sentence on their faces.

He Yan had no choice but to stand up and said, "Then I will go out to practice first." He left the house.

"Hey." Wheat sighed melancholy.

"Hey." Hongshan sighed melancholy.

The stone looked at them silently without uttering a sigh.

There was a gloomy cloud in the room.

...

This bet with Wang Ba is just the beginning of He Yan's fame.

These days, He Yan's name can be heard everywhere.

"Have you heard? The recruit named He Yan under Liang Jiao is crazy!"

"I know, after betting with Wang Ba ten days later than the one who shot the crossbow, wouldn't he be crazy?"

"He's even crazier now, instead of practicing bow and crossbows in the daytime, he actually throws a stone lock! Didn't even shoot the arrow?"

"Then he may indeed be crazy."

He Yan was throwing a stone lock on the open ground. While everyone was training the crossbow in the daytime, many people watched her, and she simply did not practice the crossbow. Ask the head teacher to borrow a big stone lock, and toss and play when everything is fine.

She has to increase her strength.

To make the best of the power of the crossbow, of course, you need enough energy to pull the bow. What she lacks most is strength. Stone locks are the most powerful tools for practicing strength. When she was in the barracks, she had a fighter under her. She was a street juggler who learned to practice stone locks from an early age, and she can play stone locks out of flowers. Come. The stone lock can fly up and down all over the body. There are everything to pick up lotus leaves, fan beams, chopping heel buckets, snow cover, Guan Gong take off robes and so on.

This fighter is also a good player for archery. Not only does he have a good head, but the others can't pull the bow, he can't pull it as full as he does. He Yan and his two men practiced arm strength against each other. The two tossed each other and moved between dodges. Arm strength, wrist strength, hand strength, and waist strength were also trained.

No one is throwing at her now, but she just wants to practice her arm strength first and pull the bow full.

Practicing stone locks increases strength much faster than pulling a bow. In the day, He Yan throws a stone lock. At night, she still sneaks to Yanwuchang after everyone is asleep. Fortunately, there are always one or two bows left in the daily martial arts field, which allows her to practice in secret. Fortunately, since the last time she saw Xiao Jue, she came back in the evening and did not continue to meet Xiao Jue.

Although she is not afraid to meet Xiao Jue, when Xiao Jue sees herself secretly practicing at night, there is always a kind of vague embarrassment. It made her feel like she was back to being a teenager and saw that her clumsy self had to work hard every night before she could sprint to the "last to last" and could not bear to look back.

This is probably the sense of humiliation despised by the arrogant of heaven!

She had already got rid of this sense of humiliation. Who knew that God had walked away again, and the yin and yang were wrong, so that she could feel this humiliation again.

How can He make God so valued?

She practiced daily, and the least understood was the brothers around her.

"Ahe," Hong Shan said again, "you can't beat the Wang Ba no matter how well you draw the bow, if your quasi-head is not good."

"Yeah, I help you pay attention to Wang Ba every day, he can hit the center of the target every time, almost no miss." Wheat followed.

"Wang Ba is a good shooter," He Yan said. "It should be good at hurting people with bows and arrows. It seems to be more skilled than stones."

Stone nodded, he admitted.

"Then Brother Ahe, why don't you practice practicing arrows every day?" Wheat is even more puzzled. "You can shoot arrows a few times anyway, practice your quasi-heads a few times, what if the feather arrows fly into the woods?"

"No." He Yan said.

Wheat stared at him with wide eyes, "Don't..."

Does He Yan have any secret magic weapon?

He Yan smiled. Where did she have any secret magic weapon? She just took the time when others were sleeping to practice arrows. She shoots her bow every day with a bow drawn by moonlight. The bow is getting fuller and more fruitful, and the accuracy of the archery has not regressed. It is indeed a lucky luck.

"I am a person with bad qualifications." She thought about it for a while and said seriously, "But I am very lucky. You must believe that even if I don't practice arrows, as long as I can pull the bow away and fill it up, when the time comes, This arrow will fly like a long eye to the target."

Everyone looked at He Yan, who was smiling, and thoughts flashed across her head.

He Yan is really crazy.